Chapter 382 - Morning Sex II (R)

Chapter 382: Chapter 382 - Morning Sex II (R)

Zac’s expression shifted the second she told him to beg nicer.

"Beg, really?"

She giggled.

Something defiant flashed in his eyes. Instead of pleading again, he wrapped his own hand around the base of his cock and started stroking, short, tight strokes that made the thick head push in and out of her by the smallest amount.

She moaned feeling the movement inside her.

Every upward pump of his fist made the flared tip nudge deeper, then retreat, the wet sound filthy in the quiet room.

The side of his hand kept brushing against her, his thumb catching her clit with every stroke.

Roxie’s breath stuttered. Her legs trembled as pleasure rolled on her body.

She looked down.

It looked obscene. The shiny, stretched place where only the head of him disappeared inside her, his fist working the rest, knuckles grazing her every time.

Heat flooded her face. She was so wet the strokes sounded louder, slicker.

"Zac."

He didn’t stop. Just kept that dirty, shallow rhythm, eyes locked on where their bodies met, jaw tight with restrained want.

The repeated brush against her clit made her thighs tremble. She could feel herself clenching around the tip, trying to suck him deeper even while she held herself back.

The teasing snapped.

Roxie knocked his hand away, planted her palms on his chest, and tried to sink down in one slow, continuous motion, but he stopped her descent.

She barely had time to care before the pressure snapped and she came hard around the little bit of him he allowed her to take.

Zac’s voice reached her like it was coming from far away, still begging, still praising, still wrecked for her, but she was already gone, hips working frantically as the orgasm crashed through her and stole the last of her control.

Her hips pumped on whatever length was available.

It felt like a long time as waves and waves of pleasure rolled through her body.

Her throat felt raw as her cries echoed inside the corners of her tiny room.

"You’re so hot." His voice stayed soft, almost dreamy, even as his hand worked himself in tight, steady pulls. "You’re making such a mess... look at that."

He glanced down between them, watching the way her wetness coated his knuckles and the flushed head of his cock every time he stroked up.

"Drenching me and I’m barely even in you."

He gave a slightly firmer stroke, letting the side of his hand press against her clit and rub in a small circle.

Roxie’s hips jerked. She wanted more.

A helpless sound slipped out of her. She tried to sink down again, but his other hand held her hip in place with easy strength, keeping her exactly where he wanted.

"Please," she whispered, the word coming out shakier than she meant it to.

Zac’s mouth curved. "Now who’s begging?" ℯℯ𝘭.

"Zac."

"Mm?" He stroked himself again, slower this time, dragging his knuckles across her in a long, deliberate glide. "You want it?"

"Yes."

"How bad?"

She tried to push down. His grip on her hip tightened, holding her suspended.

"Use your words," he said, soft and a little wicked. "You made me beg. Only fair."

Roxie’s breath hitched. Another slow stroke. Another wet bump against her clit. The head of him pulsed inside her, thick and hot.

"I want it," she managed, voice unsteady. "I want you. Please."

Zac’s eyes darkened. He gave himself one more tight stroke, knuckles pressing firmly against her, and then his hand stilled.

"Then take it."

Zac’s hands locked around her hips and pulled.

Roxie sank in one long, unbroken slide. The thick stretch forced a broken cry out of her as every inch buried deep.

The second she bottomed out, the second orgasm ripped through her, hard and sudden.

Her whole body locked, thighs shaking, walls clenching around him in tight, rhythmic pulses while she came with him fully inside her.

Zac groaned like the feeling wrecked him.

He didn’t give her time to recover. Still buried to the hilt, he started moving her himself, lifting her hips and pulling her back down in deep, steady strokes, using her body on his cock while she was still trembling through the aftershocks.

Roxie looked down, dazed, and pressed her palm over it. She could feel him shifting under her hand with every thrust he guided her through.

She could see the bulge in her stomach.

The visual made her clench around him all over again.

"Fuck, look at you," Zac rasped, eyes locked on the place where her hand rested. "Taking all of me..."

He kept moving her, slower now, letting her feel every thick inch. Roxie started meeting his rhythm on her own, rolling her hips while she watched his face. The pleasure on his expression was open, almost reverent.

His hands slid up her waist, then higher, until his fingers found her nipples. He pinched and rolled them between his thumbs and fingers, tugging just hard enough to make her gasp.

"Fucking hell," he groaned, voice rough. "This must be a dream."

She nearly laughed, but she was too busy feeling too much.

The dual sensation, deep strokes and the sharp, sweet pull on her nipples, made her head tip back. She kept moving, but her thighs were starting to burn. The pleasure was too much, too good, and her body was already sensitive from the orgasms.

She braced one hand on his thigh for support, leaning forward a little as she worked herself on him.

Zac noticed immediately. His fingers stayed on her nipples, tweaking and rolling them in time with the slow, deep rock of her hips. Every tug sent another spark straight between her legs. The stretch of him, the wet slide, the constant attention on her breasts, it all stacked too fast.

"Zac." Her voice came out high and shaky.

"I know. I’ve got you." He pinched a little harder, thumbs flicking over the tight peaks while he thrust up to meet her. "You’re gonna come again, aren’t you? Just from this."

She was.

The orgasm rolled through her slower but deeper, pulling a long, helpless moan out of her throat as she clenched around him and shook through it. Her hand tightened on his thigh. Her hips stuttered. Zac kept her moving through it, kept playing with her nipples, groaning like the way she squeezed him was the best thing he’d ever felt.

Zac didn’t give her long to recover. He sat up, wrapped an arm around her waist, and flipped her onto her stomach in one smooth motion. Roxie made a soft, startled sound as he pulled her hips up, positioning her on her knees.

The second she was in place, he was behind her, the thick head of his cock dragging through her soaked folds before he pushed in hard.

The sudden deep thrust forced a broken cry out of her.

Zac didn’t ease up. He gripped her hips and started fucking her in earnest, long, powerful strokes that buried him to the hilt every time. The wet sound of it filled the room. Roxie’s arms gave out almost immediately; she dropped to her elbows, face pressing into the sheets as he drove into her.

It was too much. Too deep. Too good.

Pleasure crashed through her in sharp, overwhelming waves. She tried to muffle the sounds pouring out of her, biting down on the pillow, but every hard thrust punched another cry from her throat.

Zac leaned over her, one hand sliding up her spine until his palm settled between her shoulder blades. He pressed down, pinning her chest to the mattress, keeping her exactly where he wanted while his hips snapped forward.

"Fuck, Roxie." His voice was rough, almost strained. "So tight..."

She could only moan into the sheets, fingers twisting in the fabric. Every thrust dragged over that sensitive spot inside her.

The pressure of his hand on her back, the relentless pace, the thick stretch of him, it all blurred into pure, mindless ecstasy. Her thighs shook. She could feel herself dripping down her legs, could hear how wet she was every time he bottomed out.

Zac’s rhythm turned harder, more erratic. His grip on her hip tightened. The hand between her shoulder blades pressed a little firmer, holding her down as he fucked into her with short, deep strokes.

Roxie’s screams stayed muffled against the pillow, broken and desperate, her whole body rocking forward with every thrust.

"I’m gonna come," he groaned, voice cracking. "Gonna fill you up."

He slammed in deep one last time and stayed there, hips pressed flush against her as he came hard.

She felt every thick pulse of him inside her, the hot flood of his release while he groaned low and wrecked above her.

His hand stayed firm on her back, keeping her pinned and full while he emptied himself as deep as he could.

Roxie stayed exactly where he put her, trembling, face pressed into the sheets, body still locked around him as he emptied himself deep. For a long moment, neither of them moved.

The only sound left was their breathing, uneven and wrecked in the quiet Saturday room.