Chapter 71 RIDING THE BAD BOY 2
RIDING THE BAD BOY 2
ZAYLA
I clenched my emptiness, as I felt him against my palm. Hot, veiny and thickly massive with pre ejaculate sliding down his shaft.
He growled, feral and deep, as he ripped my shirt open. The coor air hit my sensitive skin, my nipples hard and aching under his stare.
"Oh, hell," he murmured sinfully and cupped my breasts in his hands, while I stroked him.
Every of my thoughts tangled into one burning ache. I wanted to take him inside me, I wanted to move, to feel him. Before I knew it, my hands were on him. They found the hem of his shirt, trembling — not from fear, but from the way his breath brushed my throat. I tugged the fabric upward, and he let me, until the shirt came off in a clumsy rush.
My gaze dipped before I could stop it. The sharp lines of his abs flexed as he shifted, all hard rigid and heat. His tattoos moved with every breath, each line coming alive as if the art itself was breathing with him. My mouth went dry. Without thinking, I traced a finger down his stomach, following the inked lines that disappeared beneath his waist. His body was a map of sin, and I was already lost in it.
His body tightened and his breath grew heavier under my touch. Before my hand could move any further, he grabbed it, stopping it there. It was then, that I saw his patched injury had blood stain. I stared up at him and he smirked.
"It was your doing."
I shook my head, "I didn't mean to... I'm sorry."
"No, you're not." He said and pulled my hips onto him, so that his cock was against my slick entrance.
"Ziven—" a shuddery sigh escaped me, as need rippled through my veins, hot and sharp.
"Rub against me, I want to feel you move." He rasped, roughly cupping my breasts, as he pushed one into his sinful mouth.
I gasped as he sucked my nipple hard, squeezing the other one in his palm. Oh hell. Without a second thought, I slowly started to move against his hardness, coating him with my slick.
"Mmhh—Fuckk!" I threw my head back. My hands against his chest, as I rocked him harder, reeling in the pleasure of his heat against mine. Wet and so damn hot.
His mouth claimed the other breast, sucking it like his life depended on it. A guttural sound tore from his throat as I moved faster, pleasuring myself on his shaft.
"Christ," his voice thickened, his mouth against my mound, as he lowered his hand to grab my hip and pulled me closer. The heat of his body gliding against my skin.
His mouth left my breast and trailed up my neck, biting and sucking every inch of my over-sensitive skin.
It was pleasure and desire mixed together. Uncontrollable moans kept spilling from my mouth, filling and making the air sinfully hot.
"You want it inside you, don't you?" He murmured, as he sucked a particular spot that had my entire body quivering.
"Ziven... Ahh—fuckk"
I'm so wet underneath, each movement was slick and slippery. I can only imagine how obscene and messy it is.
"You want to feel this cock inside you, don't you?" God. This man is sin and temptation. He doesn't let me move this time. He grabbed my ass through my skirt and lifted my hips, letting his cock sprang up, thickly erect.
He slides up and down my wet folds, letting his tip poke my entrance but not sliding in. My pussy clenched and unclenched, gushing and pulsing with the urgent need to be filled.
He continued his ruthless torture. His grip on my ass was almost bruising but firm, so only he could control my movement. And his cock got the memo, it was so erect, he didn't need to guide it.
"Please..." My voice came out almost like a sob. My head against his shoulder, aching to suck him. Bite him. Lick him. Just like he'd done to me. But I wanted his cock first. I want it inside me. I was aching to feel him.
"Please what?" He gritted out, his voice restrained, like he was fighting control.
"Your cock... God, I want it inside me."
"Filthy, filthy girl." He muttered, and guided my ass, steady and sure, until the only place left to go was on his cock.
"Sit," he growled— Voice commanding as he slowly let his cock shove inside me.
Goddamn, he so fucking huge.
I gripped his shoulder for support, and let my pussy take him, inch by delicious inch. He's the largest I've felt inside me. My eyes burned with hot tears as he slowly pushed inside, filling me. Despite how dripping wet I was, I still needed to adjust to his size.
I shook my head as if I'd done my best but it wasn't going to fit in anyway.
"Shit," he growled. "All of it, Zayla." It was a command and before I could think, he shoved me onto him, pushing all of him inside me.
He groaned.
I gasped.
It hurt. It really hurt. It'd been so long for me and he was well endowed. I panted, my thighs quivering as I tried to adjust to him.
The feeling of him inside me was so intense, my body trembled. I pressed my face into his neck and sank my teeth into his skin, unable to bear the sharp pain. It felt like I was having sex for the first time, but it was just his size.
He hissed. His cock twitched inside me as if responding to my bite.
"You're fucking huge," I sob, pain and pleasure twisting in my stomach.
"Yes, I am." He brushed my hair away from face. The warmth in his voice drifted down between my thighs soothing the sting and filling my stomach with heat. His eyes were molten and fire, and lingered on my lips, then down my breast. Not my breast, please, I wanted his lips on mine. I wanted to kiss him. He hadn't done that since he started touching me.
As if he'd just read my thoughts, his lips curled, his fingers in my hair sank deeper, slowly grasping the strands. Before I knew it, he pulled me and crashed his lips against mine. He took my lips into his, each suck, desperate and bruising.
Heat exploded inside me, as I clenched around him, getting a lot more wetter.
He made that guttural sound that shot shivers all over my body. Then he broke the kiss, leaving me breathless like he couldn't take me clenching him anymore. His heartbeat raced against mine. He was shuddering.
"Now move," his voice was ragged, breathless and erotic. "Fuck me, Zayla. I won't be gentle when I start." He sounded on the brink of control, like if I didn't start moving then, I was going to get fucked, hard.
I didn't think I wanted him unleashed yet, so I was quickly set in motion. I clenched around him once more and slowly began to roll my hips against him.
I moved in a circular motion, grinding my clit against him, and shuddering with the intensity. My movements were languid, a slow rhythm that I knew was driving him insane. Because his grip on my ass became punishing, as well as his grip in my hair.
"You're so goddamn lucky I have an injury right now." He pressed the threat against my neck, his words heavy with an Italian accent.
His hand left my hair and slide down, tracing my belly until he found my clit. He rubbed it in a circular motion and then his mouth found my breast again, licking and sucking.
I moaned as every thing fed the hot buzz in my core, until slowly, I slid down, taking him all the way deep inside me.
"Fuck," he gritted, looking down at where we were connected. His grip tightened on my hips, tension radiating from him, every muscle in his body pulled taut. "Fuck, you're so tight."
Evoking such lack of control from a man like Ziven was addictive. I wanted so much more.
His hands moved everywhere—down my spine, grabbing fistfuls of my hair to angle my head the way he wanted it, gripping my hips to grind me harder against him. He slapped my ass, nipped my neck and throat, sucked my nipples—the feeling of him inside me, the way he was everywhere, the way he was holding back and letting me grind on him, it was all too much.
Pleasure curled tight in my belly. One more thrust, and my orgasm crashed over me. "Fuckkkk—" I convulsed, my walls wrapping him tight inside me, gushing and creaming.
I came so hard spots flew be
hind my eyes. The fire inside me burst, spreading a warm, tingling sensation throughout my body.