“Fuck my arm.” His husky voice hits me in all the right places, his full pink lips forming a full smile.
Hooking my legs around his waist, he grips my wrists and anchors them above my head. His hand sliding from my hips up my stomach slow and savoring, like he’s burning every curve, every freckle to memory before cupping my tit firmly. The smell of Jack Daniels strong as it soaks into the carpet beneath us.
“Goddamn, I missed you,” he whispers, grinding his hard cock against me. “Your softness, your fragile body beneath mine, it fucking draws me in a way I can’t figure out, baby.”
“I missed you, too,” I moan.
Letting go of my hands, he rips the blouse I’m wearing apart with such a rush it surprises me. His mouth engulfs my sensitive nipple like a starved man. The look on his face, so fucking hot I whimper in response.
He nips at the soft tissue of my tit, while the other hand grips my other breast vigorously. His touch transitions from something gentle and warm, to possessive and rough. I missed it so fucking much, and right now I need rough. I demand to be manhandled. Making the feelings that are flying around in my head and chest find roots somewhere else while I give myself to Zeek in a tangle of moans and limbs.
He skims his lips along my collarbone, the feeling of his scruff along my soft skin amazing. My back arches off the floor, a mewl spilling from my lips.
“You still hate me, baby?” I nod my head yes, rolling my lips over each other as sweet desire ripples up my limbs. I don’t know why I nod, I think I’d agree to anything at this point as long as he keeps doing what he’s doing. He stills, an evil grin spreading across his face. “I guess I’ll just have to fuck the hate out of you then.” His lips curve into a devilish smile, his eyes darkening. Butterflies fill my stomach, just like the first time I ever laid eyes on Zeek.
Gripping my hips, he flips me onto my stomach and pulls down my panties in one quick move.
“Hold on.”
A moan that resembles a desperate cry trembles my lips in a frantic plea for him to go faster. Looking over my shoulder, I push my ass out even more and watch as he pulls himself from his boxers, stroking himself as his eyes focus on my exposed wetness. My pussy clenches, everything below my belly button throbbing with longing to have him desperately thrust into me hard and fast.
He pushes the head of his dick in between my wet lips, spreading my arousal around.
“Jesus Christ,” he hisses, before thrusting forward so hard, I fall from my position. He fills me to the point I can’t take anymore, his girth stretching me to where it’s borderline painful. The fullness of his cock buried so deep inside me makes my eyes roll in the back of my head. I could live like this, him inside of me, not moving. The tranquility it brings is a drug my body relies on to survive. Some women take pills, or talk to a therapist about their problems, I just need Zeek to fuck my brains out.
Slowly he pulls out till the head of his length reaches my lips, then he drives into me hard, causing me to groan loudly. My fingers claw into the wet carpet, my eyes rolling into the back of my head. He drives into me again and again. Skin slapping skin, my knees slipping along the whiskey-soaked carpet as if I were on a goddamn slip and slide.
“God, yes!” I cry, meeting his thrusts eagerly. My lungs scream as I begin to lose my breath, my mouth going dry as I practically pant for more.
His hands slide around my waist and up my stomach cupping my breast, pulling me from the floor. My back against his chest now.
“Say, you believe me about everything.”
“I—I believe you!” I cry, my head flinging back onto his shoulder. His hand slides up my collarbone gently grabbing me by the throat.
“Say you’re mine,” he whispers into my ear, his fingers digging into the soft skin of my throat.
“Yours.” With my release in sight, I’d say anything right now.
“Know that you will forever be mine, Jillian. I’ve never loved anyone before, but what I feel for you, I ain’t just going to let you walk away, baby.” Teeth bite down on my shoulder, and a powerful warmth explodes into my lower half so hard, I instantly go languid in his arms. Warmth knifes through my body so wildly I go deaf and stars shoot behind my eyes. Zeek grabs at my limp body, driving into me harder and harder. Fucking me like a rag doll, until he roars with his release so loud my hearing snaps back to normal. We both slump limply to the floor, our bodies tangled in a mess of sex, whiskey, and sweat.
My knees sting from rug burn and my body is sticky with alcohol and cum. But I’m the most at peace that I’ve been in days.
“Still hate me?”
I frown, because if it’s one thing I’ve learned…I can never hate Zeek. Not even if he killed me himself. I’d go to the grave loving this man.