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With an ease that displays his often hidden strength, he lifts you from his lap, guiding you to stand in front of him. Your legs tremble, unsteady, and you’re certain that without his firm grip on your hips, you’d fall to your knees. The thought alone brings a hot rush of emotion, and he catches your gaze with a knowing, teasing smirk, like he can see exactly what flashing through your mind.
“You’re thinking inappropriately.”
His voice holds that low, playful tone, sending a fresh wave of warmth over you. Slowly, with a care that almost feels reverent, he slides your panties down, fingertips grazing your skin, helping you to step out of them.
“Up,” he murmurs softly, his hand guiding you to raise your arms so he can take off your shirt.
Embarrassment flushes over you at his doting behavior, warmth spreading across your cheeks. “I can do it myself -”
“Shh,” he interrupts, his voice gentle but firm. “Let me. I want to.” He pulls your shirt over your head and slips the straps of your bra down until every inch of you is bared to him.
His hands trace along your skin, leaving fire in their wake, his fingers brushing over your thighs, tracing every line and curve as though committing them to memory.
“Do you know how beautiful you are?” His voice lowers, dipping into a tone so tender it captures your full attention. “How often I think about these pretty tits of yours?”
Your breath hitches as he continues, “This soft skin… these gorgeous thighs that I want to sink my teeth into.”
He punctuates his words by squeezing your hips lightly, gripping the soft skin of your ass, making you squeak. His words caress you as just much as his touch does.
“Every inch of you,” he whispers, gaze intense, “is mine.”
“Mine to touch,” he murmurs as his hands slide over your skin, possessive. “Mine to love,” he adds, and you feel the weight of his claim settle over you, warming you to your core.
His hand comes to your chin, lifting your face to meet his eyes. “Say it.”
Your heart stutters at his command, and you’re shocked at how badly you want to listen to him, how he manages to make you want to say something so...
“Zayne…” Your voice comes out soft, breathy, almost a plea.
“Oh?” His lips quirk up, a wicked gleam in his eyes. “Is someone embarrassed?”
His fingers stroke along your thigh, holding you steady, and you know he’s savoring every bit of your shyness, every piece of your surrender.
“You don’t seem to want me to stop though,” running his hand along your inner thighs until he’s just inches away from your dripping core. You whimper at how wet you were and could feel your excitement leaking down your thighs. You were afraid that if he kept teasing you like this, you’d end up dripping onto his expensive carpet.
He chuckles softly, the sound rumbling from his chest as his fingers trace a light path up your inner thigh, fingers lingering just close enough that you could feel his heat against your most sensitive part, sending a shiver of anticipation down your spine. You can tell he finds your embarrassment adorable, a hint of playfulness sparking in his eyes. It's like he’s savoring every flicker of heat that spreads across your cheeks, every glance you try to avert.
“You’re too cute like this,” he murmurs, his tone laced with both tenderness and something darker, something that makes your heart pound. He leans in, his breath warm against your cheek as he whispers, “I wonder… just how far I’ll have to go to make you lose all this lovely composure.”
His hands feel along the back of your thighs, fingers sinking into the curve of your ass, playfully spreading you in a way that makes you grab at his shoulders as if he was testing how much your body could take before you unravel completely. He pulls you closer, guiding you until your legs brush against his, drawing a quiet gasp from you.
“Come on, love,” he coaxes softly, one hand gliding up your back. “What would it take to see you let go of all that pretty self-control? To show me what you’re really feeling?”
He wants to see you surrender, to watch you throw caution to the wind, to see those walls you built around yourself fall as you bare every raw, unfiltered part of yourself to him. And the thought, the intensity of his gaze, the way his hands touch you, make you realize that you want that too.
You let him lift you onto his lap, to pull your legs over his hips until you’re just inches from pressing your bare pussy into his bulge, completely exposed. Gently, he takes your wrists and puts them on his knees behind you, adjusting your hold on him until the angle has your back arching, pushing your breasts into the air for his eyes to feast on.
“Stay just like that.”
He kisses your neck, softly at first and your eyes fall shut at the feeling. His lips trail small adoring kisses and your mind hazes with each press of his lips against you. You can’t help the moan that slips out as he finds a sensitive spot and, guided by your sounds, he lingers there sucking little marks into the sensitive skin until you're whimpering and squirming in his lap. Mindlessly you tilt your head back, exposing more of your skin to his hot mouth, panting as he teased every inch he could reach.
“Good girl, let go, just like that,” The praise makes you moan, warming you from the inside out. You can’t help but clench down around nothing as he scrapes his teeth along your pulse and you arch your back even further, unconsciously trying to encourage him to touch you.
“Zayne please-” you breathe, your desperation for him growing stronger with every kiss.
His hands finally lift from their place on your hips to caress your sides, skimming over the soft skin of your stomach before finally cupping your breasts. You shudder in his arms as he drags his thumbs across your nipples, the slightly rough skin sending sparks down your spine.
“I want to see you come, just like this,” he whispers into your neck, his voice sending sparks through you, kissing down your throat. Your breathy sighs are interrupted by a sharp gasp, as he sinks his teeth into you, his bite harder now than any time he has before. You dig your nails into the meat of his leg, back bowing with restraint as you try to not reach for him.
He pulled back after a moment and kissed the reddened skin before blowing cool air onto it, goosebumps breaking out across your body. You’re sure if he continues his ministrations he’s going to leave marks, probably already has, and the image of you bearing a mark of his affection undeniable like that suddenly makes you want him to leave them everywhere. He worked slowly, savoring every and every reaction you gave him, complimenting you every time he felt you sink into him deeper, every time you failed to hold back the sounds he was trying to pull from you; coaxing you to lose yourself in his lap, letting go of every thought that wasn’t him.
He teased you until you were nothing but an oversensitive wreck in his lap. He palms at your breasts, squeezing and massaging them both in his warm hands until you shiver.
Your breath catches as his fingers pinch and roll your nipples, the heat building in your core with every slight movement. You’re beyond words now, a soft whine slipping from your lips as you arch into his touch, your body betraying just how much you need him.
“Just like that,” he murmurs against your skin, his warm breath dancing across your collarbone as he dips his head to press gentle kisses along your neck, trailing lower. The press of his lips against your chest makes you shiver, and he continues to take his time savoring each inch of skin he can reach, his hands working with practiced skill.
His thumb grazes over your hard bud again, and you let out a soft moan as his lips come down to kiss just beside it. Then, so carefully, he closes his hot mouth over the sensitive nub, teasing and flicking your nipple with his tongue, suckling it, leaving you breathless.
“Look at you, so responsive…”, his voice is thick with satisfaction as he releases your breast with a lewd pop, before pulling your nipple in an almost mean way, and you make a wrecked sound at the overwhelming pain-pleasure.
He kisses the reddened skin, once, twice, before turning his attention to your other breast, pulling it between his teeth first, before taking you into his mouth again. In the back of your mind, you realize you could feel his palm slide up your spine, steadying you against him. If you weren’t so utterly distracted you’re sure you’d be in awe of his sheer size and strength as he held you against him with just one hand.
“Focus baby. Weren’t you going to make it up to me?”
You whimper, struggling to gather your thoughts, confused eyes drifting up to him, silently pleading. He chuckles, entertained by your helpless look, and continues.
“I thought you were going to prove to me that you were sorry?”
“M’so sorry Zayne. Didn’t - ah - wanna lie,” you whimper, distraught.
“You’re only apologizing for the lie?” His usually gentle voice was dark and mischievous as he led you to exactly where he wanted you.
If you were more coherent you’d be frustrated that he was still fully clothed while you were completely naked in his lap, your slick excitement absolutely ruining his dress pants. Your thoughts abandon you all at once at a particularly hard tug of your nipple, his lips wrapping around the poor thing, sucking it hard before releasing it, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your breast. He laves his tongue over the bullied bud, tending to you with a passion you hadn’t seen from him before. The pleasure of it all, the pure desire in his eyes for you, made your grip on reality so much looser.
“Zayneee- hnng - sorry for mh’verything- haah - I didn’t want to-”
Your flush has deepened, spreading down your chest, and leaving your skin heated and pink. His touches alone have you building, higher and higher, until you realize, with wide eyes, that you could come from just this. The thought sends a jolt of electricity down your spine, and a new kind of thrill along with a sudden wave of embarrassment shoots through you, a flash of self-consciousness as you realize how close you are to falling apart - and he hasn’t even touched you yet. A hint of fear creeps in, mingling with the thrill, and you almost can’t believe what you're doing. What you were about to do. This desire to obey him, raw and overwhelming, feels foreign and somehow forbidden. You can’t just - your mind stumbles, caught between wanting to hold back and the desperate urge to let go.
“I ca-I can’t..” It’s truly pathetic the way you whine, even to your own ears.
You aren’t sure if you want him to stop, to keep him from pushing you over the edge and unraveling you completely, or if you want more. To let him mold you according to his desires, to make it so you could never be without him. Like always he seems to know exactly what you’re thinking.
“Oh, you sweet thing, look at you trying so hard not to cum. You look so cute, so wrecked like this.”
“You gonna cum for me? From just this?”
“You can do it, my dirty girl. You look so perverted like this love, looking at me like you want me to ruin you.”
His words burn their way through the fog in your mind, building you further, and can’t help but strain against the firm grip he has on your hips, desperately trying to press yourself against him.
“You want to feel this that bad? Does my dirty girl want to rub her sweet pussy against my cock?”
The ache inside you intensifies, frustration building as you’re left wanting, breathless, while he stays just out of reach. You feel embarrassed by how worked up you are, and he still hasn’t touched you directly.
“You want to be my good girl again, don’t you?”
His words strike deep, igniting everything in you that craves his attention. Suddenly, desperately you're consumed by your desire to be his again, for him to praise you.
Good Girl Good Girl. Good Girl.
You try to press yourself against him again, his bulge straining against his pants as if to meet you, but he stops you with a firm grip on your hips. He steadies you, inches from him. He lets your breast fall from his mouth with a lewd pop and looks up at you with surprisingly stern eyes.
“You think you deserve to feel this cock you want so bad?”
He punctuates his words with a squeeze of your hips. “After all you did?”
Shame and pleasure swirl in your mind and you can’t come up with the proper words to respond. He continues his ministrations, his hot mouth and deft hands toying with you, pushing you higher and higher, until your body is pulled taunt with need. You want so badly to cum but you couldn’t let yourself fall over the edge.
“Pleasepleaseplease,” You beg him, needing his help, needing him just like you always did.
He pauses, considering you, and then nuzzles your throat, placing a hot, dizzying kiss by your ear, tugging your earlobe between his teeth. The sensation sends a moan spilling from you, oversensitized and overwhelmed. Your emotions swirl, chaotic and frustrated as he teases you.
He pulls you against him, hard, grip holding you still as he drags his thick cock through your soaked folds, pausing right before he rubs himself against your clit.
“This is for my good girl only? Are you gonna be good for me?” His voice is low, coaxing, and you nod, mind hazy, desperate. You squirm against the unyielding grip he has on your hips, soft, pleading sounds falling from your lips.
“Yesyes-yess” you slur, nearly incoherent.
Shame finally melts away as you grind against him, hands gripping his legs to steady yourself as you move, helplessly rubbing yourself against his hard length. Your mouth falls open as he presses just right against you, his ridged head catching your clit perfectly with each pass, building you higher, making you run hotter.
You move faster, more desperate, chasing that edge as his eyes stay locked on you, a silent command to keep going, to reach that high just for him. You feel yourself teetering on the edge, breath catching as you fall over. You cry his name as your back arches and hips stutter, mouth open in a silent scream. Your orgasm crashes over you, leaving you gasping as it rocks through your body. Zayne was unrelenting, holding you hard against him as you came, keeping the pressure of his cockhead against your oversensitive clit, smirking as your legs quake around him.
You feel your arms tremble as you come down, breath shallow as you try to calm down. Every part of you was thrumming with your pleasure; your body feeling weak, skin feverish. You glance up at Zayne, wordlessly asking for permission to take your hands from where he placed them, doubting you had the strength to hold yourself up any longer.
His expression warmed, a small smile gracing his lips at your apparent submission and he took your wrists in his hands, gentle but deliberate. His thumbs press firmly along your pulse points, then work across your palms with practiced precision, dissolving every bit of tension. The warmth of his touch seeps through you, not just soothing your wrists but unraveling the last bit of resistance from your entire body.
You hum in pleasure again as his hands leave your wrist, winding around the back of your neck before tightening, pulling you into a hard hot kiss.
Despite the pulsing aftershocks still sparking through you it seemed Zayne had no intention of letting you settle down. His lips capture yours with a demand you feel down to your core and you shivered as he tugged at your lower lip with his teeth, your mouth softening under his. He parted your lips with his and you couldn’t have stopped the pathetic little sound you made in the back of your throat at the brush of his tongue against yours if you tried.
You worry that your mind was already slipping away from you, his kiss heady and hypnotic as he pulled you deeper into him, your hands fisting in his shirt for support before you realized it. He made a rumbling sound deep in his chest, something you’d never heard from him before, gripping your waist with one hand and pulling you onto the bed underneath him. Your lips broke apart for a moment as you gasped in surprise and he took the opportunity to trail kisses down your neck, your back arching, pressing yourself into him. He’s still fully clothed, every brush of expensive fabric making you hyper-aware of how naked you are.
You felt along the front of his shirt, tugging at it, a small part of you beyond turned on that he’d ruined you so thoroughly while he was still dressed. You couldn’t be more vulnerable, bare, shivering in pleasure under him and here he was still perfectly in control, aura dignified and commanding.
You shudder as Zayne demands your attention, biting your nipple, and pulling you from your thoughts. He kisses the poor bud in apology, trailing soft kisses down your stomach, his hot tongue slipping out to tease at your skin. You couldn’t hide anything from him, didn’t want to and he seemed to take in your reactions with rapt hungry attention.
You gasped as he lifted your legs over his shoulders, spreading you and taking the sight of you in with his greedy eyes. The feverish look in them was overwhelming and you were tempted to hide yourself from him but fought the instinct, wanting to please him so badly.
It was as if there was a haze in the room, the humidity rising as the tension between you pulled tight.
You whimper, unsure if you could even really handle another orgasm but the sight of him between your legs, looking like he was going to devour you, you don’t think you could handle not having more of him either.
“Again.” His voice was laced with authority, breaking from his daze and giving you a wolfish smirk, before lowering his mouth to your cunt and dragging his lips over your clit. He gave the sensitive bud a deep kiss, wrapping his lips around it and sucking softly, whines falling from your lips at the attention.
Unbearably slow, he dragged the flat of his tongue through your folds, teasing you with hot open mouth kisses. His tongue teased at your entrance, making you gasp, but pulled away after only a moment, laving you with kitten licks that had you desperate for more.
“Z-Zaynee..”
Spurred on by your small sounds he lapped at your clit and the pleasure had your body writhing as he focused all his attention on you. The sounds he made, low growls that sent tingles down your spine, the needy sounds that you were making were obscene. Your hands fell to his hair, clasped at his broad shoulders, trying to grab onto anything to steady yourself.
You can’t stop your hips from squirming, wanting to push yourself closer to his hot mouth, a wordless plea for more but he slipped his arms under you and over your hips to stop you, holding you down and open for him to feast on. All your shame and embarrassment was gone, the pleasure overwhelming you.
“A-ah,” your voice comes out shaky, barely audible, but he hears it, his lips curving into that knowing smirk that only makes you feel hotter.
“You want something, baby?” he murmurs, his tone low and teasing, the kind of voice that feels like it’s pulling you deeper into him, till there’s nothing left in you but Zayne and pleasing him.
“I–I need…” you gasp, your words dissolving as another small wave of pleasure crashes through you, leaving you trembling. Your fingers clench at the sheets beneath you as if they could anchor you, but they only slip uselessly against the fabric.
His hand glides over your soft stomach, palming your breast and rolling your nipple through his fingers, his touch is deliberate and your breath catches in your throat. “Tell me, baby,” he presses, his voice soft but insistent, coaxing you. “Tell me what you want.”
“More - ngh!” The sound tears from you unbidden, your body arching into him as if it has a mind of its own. Your nails dig into his shoulders, a plea without words, but he just chuckles softly.
“Not enough,” he says, his tone both firm and playful, and it sends a shiver down your spine. His name tumbles out of your mouth, desperate and broken.
“Zayynne - nngh, ” The sound of his name rips from your lips, breathless and raw, your body arching instinctively into his touch, seeking him, needing him.
“That’s it,” he drawls, his voice molten heat, every syllable dripping with control and intent. His hands remain steady, holding you close even as yours trembles uncontrollably, clutching at him like a lifeline. He leans in close, his breath whispering against you, sending a full-body shiver coursing through your body. “But I need more, sweetheart.”
A whimper escapes you, unbidden, as if every nerve in your body were pulled taut, electrified, and ready to snap. You feel like you’re on the precipice of something vast, the air between you charged and suffocating in the best way. You can’t think even as you try to pull words together, his voice echoing in your head. The heat of his hands against you, flicking his tongue across your clit, just how he knows you like it.
“Beg me,” he commands, his voice dipping into a rich, velvety murmur that leaves no room for hesitation. His dark gaze locks onto yours, holding you captive, stealing every breath and scattering every coherent thought you were able to pull together.
“Beg me to make you come,” he continues, his lips curving into a smirk that’s both cruel and devastatingly tender.
His words sink into you like a brand, shame, and desire swirling in equal measure, heating your cheeks even as you’re pulled deeper under his spell.
“I wanted to hear from you every day, my love,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing over the sensitive curve of your hip, mouth pulling back, your pleasure shining on his lips. The gentleness is in stark contrast to his words. “I dreamed about this, hearing you beg me for more as I fucked you senseless, wanted to hear every sweet sound you make when you fall apart for me.” He punctuates his words by dragging his tounge across the entirety of you, taking your cunt into his mouth, pleasuring you fast and hard.
“Ah-h god!” you cry out, your head tipping back as his words alone threaten to undo you, your nails digging into the hard muscles of his arms as if to anchor yourself.
“Wanted to hear you touch yourself on the phone,” he continues, his voice like a low growl now, the edge of frustration lacing his tone only spurring your desperation. “Wanted to listen to how wet you’d get, how messy and needy you’d sound as you pleasured yourself thinking about me. Wishing I was there to spoil you.”
He grazed your clit with his teeth, and you keened, mindless.
“Beg me to let you come,” his voice was all you could hear, resonating in you and you imagine his lips brushing against your jaw, whispering into your ear. His teeth graze your clit again, just enough to make you gasp. “Do it for me, baby. Show me how much you want me.”
“Please, Zayne!” The words spill out of you in a rush, unfiltered and frantic, your voice trembling under the weight of your need. “Please let me come - pleaseplease , I need it, baby, I - nggh - you always - mmmh! - always make me feel so good - ” Your words dissolve into a desperate whimper, your head falling back against the bed. “I need it. I need you, baby. Please.”
His hand slides up, cupping your face with surprising tenderness, his thumb brushing over your lips as he smiles, low and wicked.
“I know what you need,” he says, his voice dark and laced with promise, his words the only thing tethering you as the world narrows down to only him. He takes your clit into his mouth and sucks- hard, his spit and your wetness making you a sloppy mess , finally slipping his long fingers into you, arching them in order to rub at a spot deep inside of you that makes you see stars.
It takes no time at all for him to shatter you, made so pliant and wrecked by your earlier orgasms, he easily pulls this orgasm from your body, leaving you floating in ecstasy.
You don’t know how long it takes for you to come back to yourself, it could have been minutes or hours honestly.
“Zayne?” Your voice was soft, lost to the haze of sensation. Thinking was nearly impossible now, your mind consumed by an overwhelming flood of sensations. The smooth press of the sheets beneath you, the intoxicating warmth of Zayne’s skin against yours, his shirt gone and pants unbuttoned, and the slow, deliberate glide of his hard length through your folds left you trembling. He coated his cock in your wetness, the heat of your arousal searing against him. The thought of sinking himself fully into you made him growl low in his throat, the sound vibrating through your chest.
“Hey, baby, you still with me?” His voice, tender yet edged with command, brought you back to him.
You could only scratch weakly at his shoulders, a needy whine slipping from your lips as he began to press inside. Slowly, inch by inch, his thick length stretched you, filling you so completely that it stole the breath from your lungs. Your eyes rolled back, your head falling against the pillow as you gasped.
“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice dripping with approval.
He stopped halfway, and you could barely catch your breath, your body stretched to its limit. “Oh, god,” you whimpered, trembling beneath him.
“You look so pretty like this,” he said, his voice soft but heavy with intent. “C’mere, baby.” One large hand cradled your face, thumb stroking over your cheek before sliding down to your neck. He guided you into a dizzying kiss, his lips claiming yours with slow, deliberate intensity. The taste of yourself on him made your head spin, the mingling of your flavors intoxicating.
His hand trailed between your bodies, his fingers finding your swollen clit and circling it with precision. The sudden jolt of pleasure pulled a sob from your lips, and he swallowed it, his tongue teasing yours as he deepened the kiss. The pleasure began to unravel the tension in your body, and you felt yourself relaxing, opening for him. He pushed in deeper, your body relaxing around his to accommodate his fat cock, drawing a gasp from you.
“Yes, just like that,” he coaxed, his voice low and encouraging. “Let me in, princess.”
You felt him bottom out, his length pressing impossibly deep. The tip nudged against a spot inside you that sent tears streaming down your cheeks, your legs shaking around his hips as you gasped.
“Deep -! ” Your voice was a breathless whine, your eyes falling shut as you tried to process the intensity.
His hands slid over the soft curve of your tummy, one pressing down over your womb gently. The added pressure made you shudder violently. “You feel me here?” he asked, his voice a heated whisper against your ear. “I’m pressed right against your womb. I can feel it kissing me deep inside you, squeezing me like you want me even deeper inside you”
You could only sob in response, your nails raking lightly over his back as he shifted. His hips pulled back, just an inch or two, the ridged head of his thick cock dragging against a spot inside you that made you writhe.
“I found someone’s sweet spot,” he said, a pleased chuckle rumbling in his chest.
“You’re drooling, baby. It feels that good?” His words teased, but you were too far gone to care. He saw it - your lips parted, tongue slipping out slightly in your dazed state. The sight made him want to ruin you completely, to claim every bit of you, but he held back, pressing into you again.
He began a steady, torturous rhythm, his cock just moving between your G-spot and the deepest part of you, pressing into your cervix with each thrust.
“Yesyesyesyes -” The word tumbled from your lips in a chant, your voice broken and desperate.
“You’re so good to me, baby,” he praised, his voice reverent despite the filthy things he was doing to you. “Every inch of you, so sweet for me. You’re even giving me kisses in your deepest part.”
His words were almost too much, the imagery alone making your legs fall open wider, inviting him deeper. You tried to kiss him, though it was more a desperate press of your lips against his. You’d never felt anything like this, could barely tell where you ended and he began. A flicker of fear passed through you at the thought of losing yourself entirely.
“Don’t be scared, princess,” he murmured, his tone achingly tender despite the relentless pace of his thrusts. He pressed his forehead to yours, grounding you with his closeness. His fingers found your clit again, rubbing it fast and firm.
Your orgasm caught you off guard, your body seizing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you. But Zayne didn’t stop, his determination to milk every ounce of pleasure from you evident in the unrelenting roll of his hips. He lifted your legs onto one shoulder, the new angle making you cry out, your hands scrambling at the bed for something - anything - to hold onto.
As soon as he settles his heavy cock inside of you he pulls out until his tip just brushes your entrance, pushing back so fast it makes you keen.
His cockhead drags against your sweet spot with every deliberate stroke, the steady, torturous rhythm unraveling you until your body aches and your trembling hands cling to him, fingers digging into his slick shoulders. Breathless, you can only whimper the same word over and over: “More… more… more.”
And Zayne gives it to you, his control slipping as feral growls rumble deep in his chest. He shifts his weight, thrusting harder, deeper until the wet sound of his balls slapping against your ass echoes in the room. Your legs are pressed so far back now, your knees nearly brushing your face, and the angle makes every drag of him inside you feel unbearable in its intensity. He leans over, catching your ankle in one hand and pressing a sweet, almost reverent kiss against it - a sharp contrast to the punishing way he was fucking you.
When you manage to crack your bleary eyes open to look at him, the sight steals what little breath you have left. Zayne is drenched in sweat, his ash-black hair damp and sticking to his forehead, the warm overhead light casting a soft halo around him. There’s still a staggering amount of love in his eyes as he looks down at you, a smile spreading across his flushed face. He’s so beautiful it makes your heart ache, and you want to tell him - but how could you, when his cock is buried so deep and keeps kissing that perfect spot inside you?
“You’re such a mess,” he teases, his grin turning wicked as he cups your cheeks with one large hand, forcing your lips into a soft pout. “Look at you, baby. Barely holding it together, huh?”
He leans down, kissing your pout with a maddening tenderness that has you babbling nonsense in response. When your tongue flicks out, seeking him, he catches it between his fingers, tugging it gently. “There you go again, making all those cute little noises. You’re trying so hard, aren’t you sweet girl?” His tone is low and warm, and it sends a wave of shivers down your spine.
Your eyes flutter shut as he spits into your mouth, the action is so dirty yet intimate you can’t help the happy sound you make. Without hesitation, you swallow, chasing his lips as they pull away, desperate for more.
“That’s my good girl,” he murmurs, pressing kisses along your cheeks and down your jaw, stopping just shy of your lips. “You’ll take everything I give you, won’t you? No hesitation.”
“Yes,” you breathe, voice cracking as his hips grind against you, his cock pressing deep, filling every inch of you. “Yes, please, Zayne!”
But he pulls back, his lips brushing yours without giving you a real kiss, and you whine at the denial. The noise only makes him chuckle, and he leans in closer, crowding you with his presence. “ My needy little thing. You’re so cute when you’re desperate,” he coos, his tone dripping with arousal.
You can’t think straight anymore, not when he presses a hand between your bodies, his skilled fingers finding your clit and circling it slowly. You sob, your back arching off the bed as the overwhelming pleasure threatens to shatter you.
“There’s my pretty girl,” he croons, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead. “So sweet for me. You’re so good at this - taking me so deep, so perfectly.”
Tears slip from the corners of your eyes as your body shakes under his touch. Zayne watches with a soft, almost possessive smile, wiping your tears with his thumb before kissing the salt-streaked skin. “You’re gonna come again, aren’t you?” His voice is smug but full of affection. “Go ahead, baby. Let me feel it. I’ll take care of you.”
The coil tightened again, impossibly fast, and you felt yourself hurtling toward another climax.
“I’m- I’m gonna - !” you choked out, your voice trembling.
“Me too, baby,” he rasped, his pace quickening. “Deep inside you.”
The thought of him spilling into you is almost enough to send you over the edge, your walls fluttering helplessly around him.
“You love that idea, don’t you?” he said, his voice heavy with satisfaction. “I can feel you squeezing me. You want me to finish inside you, princess? Fill you up so good?”
“Please, Zayne!” you begged, your voice breaking. “Inside me! I need it!”
With a final deep thrust and the relentless motion of his fingers, the coil inside you snaps, sending you tumbling over the edge. Your body convulses, every muscle tensing as you sob his name. Zayne doesn’t stop, working you through every second of your climax, whispering praises that only pull you deeper into the haze.
When you finally come down, trembling and boneless, he cradles you close, peppering kisses across your face. “That’s it, sweetheart,” he says, his voice soft now, full of pride and care. “You did so good for me. So perfect.”
And as the last waves of pleasure ebb away, you cling to him, too overwhelmed to say anything but his name. All you knew was the overwhelming fullness of Zayne inside you, thick and unyielding.
You groan as he fucks you through your orgasm, falling back against the bed, completely spent, your chest heaving with each shallow breath. A soft sigh escapes your lips as Zayne presses tender, reverent kisses along your shoulders, trailing up the curve of your neck until his lips find yours. The kiss is slow and sweet at first, but it deepens, his tongue slipping past your parted lips to tangle with yours.
Your eyes widen when you feel him stir inside you again, his length twitching and hardening even as your body trembles, overwhelmed and oversensitive. The residual ache of pleasure pulses through every nerve, and you can only pant, your soft whimpers morphing into desperate mewls as he begins to move.
“It’s too fast - too much,” you cry, though your words are barely coherent, more slurred than spoken. Your mind had slipped into a haze long before this, and now, you’re helpless beneath him, your hands weakly palming at his back. He’s still pressed so deep, the feeling of his cock swelling inside you drawing sharp, electrifying jolts of overstimulation.
Your entire body feels wrecked, every muscle quivering, every inch of your skin burning with sensitivity. The slick heat between your legs throbs, each movement of his hips pushing you further into a state of delirious pleasure. Tears gather in the corners of your eyes, spilling freely as you arch against him, your nails digging into his broad back.
“You can,” Zayne murmurs, his voice deep and soothing even as his movements threaten to undo you completely. “If it’s really too much, just tell me to stop. But one more, baby. For me?”
You cling to him, your hands grasping desperately at the strong muscles of his back, grounding yourself in his solid strength. His words are soft yet commanding, his steady rhythm coaxing you into surrender despite the intensity.
Zayne shifts slightly, pressing more of his weight onto you, and the added pressure is grounding, pulling you back from the edge of losing control. He holds you so securely, fucking you slow but deep, each thrust dragging against your oversensitive walls, leaving you an incoherent, trembling wreck.
“I got you,” he murmurs, his lips brushing your temple. “Let go. Give yourself to me.”
You nod helplessly, obedience etched into every inch of your trembling form. Tears streak your face, but they’re not from pain - only the overwhelming sensation of being completely consumed. You tilt your head, mouthing at his throat, your lips finding his skin and sucking softly, desperate to anchor yourself to him in any way possible.
You’ve never felt this way before like every nerve in your body is tuned to him like the world outside doesn’t exist - just Zayne, his hands, his voice, his heat.
“Hnnnh - ah,” you gasp, unable to form coherent words. Your mind is blank, unable to string together even a thought. All that’s left is the relentless pull of pleasure, a sensation so intense it borders on unbearable, yet you crave more.
“I love you,” Zayne says, his voice raw and steady, the words sinking deep into your heart.
The sound of his voice, the weight of his confession, it’s too much. Your entire body responds, the coil in your core tightening impossibly further. You’re sure this is it, sure you’re going to shatter into a million pieces, that after this, there will be nothing left but the echo of his name and the heat of his touch.
“I love you,” you manage to gasp, your voice breaking. The ache you’d carried for so long, the doubts, the insecurities - they all dissolve, replaced with him. “So much - Zayne, so much.”
Your words seem to break something in him, his pace faltering as he groans low and deep, his hips snapping forward one final time. The feeling of his spend hot, thick, and searing floods you, the sensation of him spilling deep inside igniting your climax.
You shatter, the pleasure surging through you so intensely that your vision goes white. Your body convulses, your walls clenching tight around him, milking every last drop as you’re consumed entirely by the moment. The world fades away, leaving only Zayne, the echo of his name on your lips as you finally succumb to the overwhelming bliss, slipping into unconsciousness.
-
You feel yourself slowly coming back to earth, your mind still floating in the haze of warmth and satisfaction. The world feels softer, and quieter, as Zayne’s steady presence grounds you. At some point, he carried you into the bathroom, gently lowering you both into the warm water of the bathtub. Now, you’re cradled in his lap, your back resting against his broad chest, completely enveloped by him. His strong arms wrap securely around you, holding you close as if he could shield you from everything.
The soft sound of water ripples around you as he dips a warm rag into the bath and begins to clean you with deliberate, tender care. His touch is reverent, his movements slow and unhurried as if he has all the time in the world to take care of you. The rag glides across your legs, and your hips, every sweep of it soothing away the lingering ache.
“You’re back with me, my love?” His voice is low, a deep murmur that vibrates against your back.
You can only hum in response, the sound sleepy and content, as you let your head fall back onto his shoulder. Your lips pull into a small pout, frustrated that you can’t quite reach to kiss him. The needy ache in your chest surprises you - an odd mix of vulnerability and craving that you hadn’t felt so deeply before. You don’t have to say a word; Zayne always knows exactly what you need.
“You did so good for me,” he whispers, his lips brushing against your temple, then trailing down to your shoulder. “I’m so proud of you.”
His arms tighten around your waist, pulling you closer as he presses adoring kisses to your damp skin. Each kiss feels like a promise, a reassurance of his love. His hands roam over you, massaging muscles you didn’t even realize were sore until he soothed them. The tension in your shoulders, the dull ache in your thighs - everything melts away under his touch.
“I love you so much,” he continues, his voice thick with emotion. “Thank you for coming back to me.”
The weight of his words presses against your heart, and you wonder if he means coming back from that hazy headspace or something more. The thought cracks something open inside you, a floodgate of emotions spilling out now that your walls are gone, absolutely shattered by him. Tears slip from the corners of your eyes, warm and unbidden, and you don’t even try to stop them.
Without thinking, you twist in his arms, wrapping yours tightly around his shoulders and burying your face in the crook of his neck. His embrace is instant, his hands spreading across your back as he holds you against his chest. You can feel yourself move with the steady rise and fall of his breathing, his heartbeat strong and sure beneath your ear. You don’t even realize you’re breathing faster, crying hard now even though the only thing you were really feeling was overwhelming love.
“Breathe with me, my love,” he murmurs, his lips brushing your hair. He inhales deeply, his broad chest expanding beneath you, and you try to match his rhythm. Slowly, the erratic rise and fall of your own breathing even out, syncing with his until everything in you settles.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered after a moment, he said softly. “I’m sorry for leaving you for so long. I didn’t mean to upset you.”
His hand moves to the back of your head, his fingers threading gently through your hair.
“You didn’t do anything wrong,” you say, voice small. “I should have talked to you.”
“You should have,” he agreed and you can’t help the smile that comes to your lips. You kiss his pulse point in response, your voice trembling only slightly, “I was scared. I didn’t want to burden you, Zayne. You’re so amazing... I thought if I told you what I was feeling…” You trail off, swallowing against the lump in your throat. “I didn’t want you to think I didn’t trust you. I just got overwhelmed by my own thoughts.”
Before you can spiral further into your regret, Zayne squeezes you gently, pulling back just enough to press a series of featherlight kisses to your cheeks. The soft, ticklish sensation makes you giggle despite yourself, and you can feel his smile against your skin.
“You’re everything to me,” he says, his voice filled with quiet intensity, bumping your nose with his. “I don’t want a life that you’re not a part of.”
His words hit you like a tidal wave, and you pull back slightly to look up at him. The sight of him steals your breath - the way his black hair clung to his damp forehead, the ever present love shining so clearly in his eyes. In that moment, you see the boy who made you that tiny snowcat, the teen who stood up for you when no one else would, and the man he is now, who loved you so completely and unconditionally.
Gratitude swells in your chest, and for the first time, you feel it settle deep inside you - the truth that he’s always needed you just as much as you’ve needed him.
“I love you, Zayne,” you whisper, your voice trembling with sincerity. “So much.”
“I love you too,” he replies, pressing his forehead to yours. “Always.”
And in that moment, wrapped in his arms, you feel whole. Complete. Like every broken piece of you has been lovingly mended by his hands.