Biting my lip, I build up the courage, then whisper, “I want you to eat me.”
His eyes flare then his mouth is on me, nipping the lips of my pussy then licking, pulling, sucking my clit while his fingers inside of me move in sync with my heartbeat that I swear I feel everywhere. I come hard, so hard that stars flash before my eyes and I scream loud, thankful the kids aren’t home, because I don’t know if I would be able to control it if they were. Floating back to myself, I find Zach standing next to the bed with his eyes on my pussy, where my fingers and his still are.
“Clothes off then on your knees at the edge of the bed.”
Rolling, I slip off his shirt and my nightie then lean back and take of my drenched panties, tossing them to the floor. I roll again, getting up onto my knees in front of him. Looking at him over my shoulder, I watch him slip off his shirt that is already spread open and then unbuckle his jeans. The second he’s free, his cock points right at me, the tip red, with a drop of precum I want to lick off. “You can have my cock in your mouth anytime, baby. You’re forced to be quiet when it’s in your mouth. But when I’m fucking you, you’re loud, and I don’t get to fuck you like I want too often.”
He runs his hand over his length and I feel my pussy clench. He’s right; when he fucks me—really fucks me—I can’t help but be loud, even when I try to fight it. Lining up behind me, he runs his fingers through my folds, making my hips jerk as he trails over my clit. “Sensitive?”
“Yeah,” I breathe, as he strums over it again and again, each pass of his fingers making it hard to stay upright. Then I feel him glide deep into me, inch by slow inch. Moaning loud as he fills me full, my arms slide forward on the bed and my ass tilts toward him, giving myself over to him completely, but I lose his fingers on my clit.
“Fuck, I love seeing you like this,” he growls, holding the cheeks of my ass as he slides out and back in. “So beautiful.” His hands slide out to hold onto my hips so he can pull me back roughly onto his cock. Gripping the bedding under me, I hold on as he fucks me hard. This is not making love; this is him owning me.
“Zach.”
“I feel it, baby. You’re close. Hold on for me,” he demands, going harder and faster, feeling as if I’ll split in two and making it hard not to come.
“Oh, God.” I panic, knowing I can’t hold back much longer. He feels too good and he’s hitting my g-spot with every single thrust. “Touch yourself. Take yourself there.” Resting my forehead on the bed, I slide my hand between my legs. The moment I touch my clit, I come hard, shouting his name, hearing him groan mine after one… two… three more thrusts, and planting himself deep.
Panting, my body slides forward on the bed, my knees unable to hold me up. I feel his lips against my lower back then hear the sound of clanking from his belt. Then his warmth’s gone and his footsteps are heading toward the bathroom. I don’t even know when I hear or feel him when he comes back to clean me up, and I barely open my eyes when he tells me he’ll be back at four, that he loves me, and then kisses me goodbye.
Rolling over, my sore muscles ache as I lean over the side of the bed and look at the clock.
“Crap,” I groan, rolling to my back. It’s already twelve and I still need to shower and get to the store before picking up the kids from school. I learned a week ago not to take them with me when I go shopping. They all tend to load the cart with junk food then complain a day later that there is no food in the house.
Stumbling to the shower, I get in, leaving my hair up so I don’t have to go through the process of drying it, then wash up quickly, wishing Zach was home to shower with me. Getting out, I dry off then get dressed in a pair of jeans, my college hoodie, and sneakers. I have a few errands to run besides grocery shopping, and since fall is in the air, there is nothing better than being able to dress comfortably.
Grabbing my keys from the counter and my purse, I make sure Penny’s good then go out and head for my van. I get in, only to get right back out and head back up to the house to lock the door. Zach found the door unlocked a week ago, and that night, he punished me. Well, punish isn’t the right word for what he did, but being close to coming only to have him pull away time after time was an amazing and annoying way to get his point across, and since then, I haven’t left the door unlocked, so in the end, his plan worked.
Getting back in the van, I start it up and head first for the bank to make a few deposits, and then run the rest of my errands before heading for the store. Once I’m there, I grab a cart on the way in and start making my way down each aisle, picking up stuff along the way. Looking at the feminine products, I freeze in place. Doing the math in my head, I feel my pulse speed up. I had birth control placed in my arm a little over two years ago. My periods have always been a little wonky since then, but I’ve never been as late as I am right now.
“No…” I breathe.
“Don’t tell me you’re pregnant,” I hear from behind me, and I spin around, coming face-to-face with Tina, and feel the color drain from my face. “Didn’t take you long to figure out how to trap him, did it?” she asks, making me flinch, and nausea turns my stomach. Without saying a word to her, I pull my purse from the basket, leave the groceries in the cart behind, and then move down the aisle as fast as I can.
There is only one way to find out for sure if I’m pregnant, and in order to do that, I will need to take a test, but there is no way I’m buying one right now. Heading out of the store, I move straight for my car, get in, start it up, and head for home. I know the kids will be home soon from school, and I won’t have a second to myself once they arrive. Pulling up in front of the house, I put my van in park, pick up my cell phone from the cup holder, and put it to my ear.