shifted, pressing closer, feeling his arousal through his pants. A hard promise pressed right where she needed it most. Her pussy clenched hard at the thought of him filling her, taking her. Even here against the door, she didn't care.
Her fingers bit into his shirt-covered shoulders as he pushed her skirt higher. His breath was hot on her neck as he toyed with the lace edges of her underwear. Tracing the edges with his fingertips until Zette nearly melted, groaning with anticipation and frustration. So near and yet so far. She needed him to touch her, to realise the promise he was making with those soft touches.
He chuckled, his lips nuzzling under her ear as she rocked her hips, seeking more. "Oh, you like that, do you? What else do you like? This..."
His fingers swept under the lace, right into her slick heat.
She gasped, a small cry on her lips as he stroked over her folds, parting them and finding her clit with unerring accuracy.
"Oh yeah, you like that," he murmured as his fingers moved against her, stroking again. Pleasure spiralled through 38
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her, robbing her of the ability to speak. "Let's up the ante, shall we?"
He moved, just slightly, and slowly slid a broad, blunt-ended finger into her. Her knees buckled as she felt him slide into her, then pull back. In and out, then circling her own slick heat over her clit until she was almost out of her mind with pleasure.
"Oh God ... that feels fantastic."
She felt, rather than heard his chuckle. "It's about to get a whole lot better sweetheart," he promised as he moved, shifting her in his arms. Her eyes widened as she felt the broad head of his cock pressing at her slick entrance.
He didn't give her time to argue. A rush of wet heat flooded her body, bathing the swollen head as he pushed forwards. She bit her lip, their mingled groans of pleasure sounded in the quiet room, as he pushed into her body, stretching her. He was a big guy. She wasn't a waif by any stretch of the imagination but she was delicate, so his lack of speed despite the anger swirling between them said a lot about him. She knew he'd never hurt her, not in this way.
"God, you're tight. And wet. I knew you'd be like this." He slid into her more with each thrust forwards, working into her body by small degrees. Finally he was buried in her to the hilt, impaling her on his cock against the door.
"Don't stop," she ordered as he paused for a long moment, his hips flush against hers. She could feel every pulse and twitch of his body buried inside her. She needed more, far more. His jaw was tight with tension, his eyes closed as he 39
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breathed deeply. The expression on his face was almost one of pain.
His eyes snapped open at her words, holding hers with a bright, almost feral look. Their hazel colour searing in clarity.
"I don't intend to, sweetheart."
He set up a fast rhythm, his hips driving against hers. She urged him on, her fingers working on his shirt buttons. Trying to get them open so she could touch him and run her hands over the hard muscles she could feel under the expensive cotton.
With a growl of frustration she gave up trying to feed the fiddly little things through the holes and just tore it open.
Buttons pinged, scattered over the carpet at their feet. She ran her hands over him with a sigh, pushing the shirt back to indulge her needs.
He chuckled against her neck, not slowing the movements of his hips. "Feisty little thing, aren't you?" She raked her nails across his back for an answer, gasping as his cock pulsed inside her.
"You have no idea," she murmured, giving him a hot look.
Where the attitude had come from she had no idea. But it worked. Something she could hide behind; a woman of the world. She could have sex and damn well enjoy it if she wanted to, none of this 'nice girls didn't' nonsense.
She closed her eyes, leaning back against the door as he drove harder into her, his movements shorter and more powerful as
Her fingers bit into his shirt-covered shoulders as he pushed her skirt higher. His breath was hot on her neck as he toyed with the lace edges of her underwear. Tracing the edges with his fingertips until Zette nearly melted, groaning with anticipation and frustration. So near and yet so far. She needed him to touch her, to realise the promise he was making with those soft touches.
He chuckled, his lips nuzzling under her ear as she rocked her hips, seeking more. "Oh, you like that, do you? What else do you like? This..."
His fingers swept under the lace, right into her slick heat.
She gasped, a small cry on her lips as he stroked over her folds, parting them and finding her clit with unerring accuracy.
"Oh yeah, you like that," he murmured as his fingers moved against her, stroking again. Pleasure spiralled through 38
Rockstar
by Mina Carter
her, robbing her of the ability to speak. "Let's up the ante, shall we?"
He moved, just slightly, and slowly slid a broad, blunt-ended finger into her. Her knees buckled as she felt him slide into her, then pull back. In and out, then circling her own slick heat over her clit until she was almost out of her mind with pleasure.
"Oh God ... that feels fantastic."
She felt, rather than heard his chuckle. "It's about to get a whole lot better sweetheart," he promised as he moved, shifting her in his arms. Her eyes widened as she felt the broad head of his cock pressing at her slick entrance.
He didn't give her time to argue. A rush of wet heat flooded her body, bathing the swollen head as he pushed forwards. She bit her lip, their mingled groans of pleasure sounded in the quiet room, as he pushed into her body, stretching her. He was a big guy. She wasn't a waif by any stretch of the imagination but she was delicate, so his lack of speed despite the anger swirling between them said a lot about him. She knew he'd never hurt her, not in this way.
"God, you're tight. And wet. I knew you'd be like this." He slid into her more with each thrust forwards, working into her body by small degrees. Finally he was buried in her to the hilt, impaling her on his cock against the door.
"Don't stop," she ordered as he paused for a long moment, his hips flush against hers. She could feel every pulse and twitch of his body buried inside her. She needed more, far more. His jaw was tight with tension, his eyes closed as he 39
Rockstar
by Mina Carter
breathed deeply. The expression on his face was almost one of pain.
His eyes snapped open at her words, holding hers with a bright, almost feral look. Their hazel colour searing in clarity.
"I don't intend to, sweetheart."
He set up a fast rhythm, his hips driving against hers. She urged him on, her fingers working on his shirt buttons. Trying to get them open so she could touch him and run her hands over the hard muscles she could feel under the expensive cotton.
With a growl of frustration she gave up trying to feed the fiddly little things through the holes and just tore it open.
Buttons pinged, scattered over the carpet at their feet. She ran her hands over him with a sigh, pushing the shirt back to indulge her needs.
He chuckled against her neck, not slowing the movements of his hips. "Feisty little thing, aren't you?" She raked her nails across his back for an answer, gasping as his cock pulsed inside her.
"You have no idea," she murmured, giving him a hot look.
Where the attitude had come from she had no idea. But it worked. Something she could hide behind; a woman of the world. She could have sex and damn well enjoy it if she wanted to, none of this 'nice girls didn't' nonsense.
She closed her eyes, leaning back against the door as he drove harder into her, his movements shorter and more powerful as
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