Chapter 75 CHAPTER 75
It's been ages since I last touched myself, and it felt like an eternity since I allowed someone touch me like this.
Jake wasn't such a bad lover, it was just that my pleasure was a side effect of his.
The other day where Zade licked my pussy didn't really count because I was struggling for the most part to understand what was happening with my body and it ended badly.
But it taught me one thing; whatever I had with Jake? Absolute crap.
This was the real deal and as his hand weaved into my scalp, tingles ran along my shoulder and neck, letting me know it was happening again.
My body was surrendering to this man, faster than my brain could comprehend or follow.
He pulled me closer, his tongue connecting with mine, sending pleasure through my system.
Whatever he did elicited more lust in me, and I was suddenly in a hurry to get to that build-up point.
But Zade wasn't having it.
He kept the kiss going, pulling back to kiss my neck and ear before taking my lips back in.
A groan of frustration left me when he did it for the third time.
“Someone's impatient,” he chuckled, then he looked into my eyes, “let me take care of you Little Sunshine.”
It wasn't just his thick, sensual voice, but the words carried so much meaning that my nervous system gradually slowed down, taking the feather-like touches he was dropping all over my skin.
Gold liquid slowly leaked into his eyes as he took me in.
He always looked like he was drinking the best red wine when he did that.
Swallowing every three seconds and committing my skin to memory. When his eyes got to my boobs for the second time, I could tell he was having very, very dirty thoughts.
His hard length under me jumped, making my pussy pulse with need.
“My world, you're beautiful,” he whispered in awe. This man was healing my body dysmorphia one amazing compliment at a time.
I gasped as he threw my body gently on the couch, my boobs bouncing on impact. His eyes trailed the movement.
His hand reached forward and he slowly unzipped the shirt I wore and the bulbs jumped out.
“So perfect,” he groaned, moving closer to them like he was hypnotised.
His arousal and obsession with my body were driving me insane. When his tongue touched my nipple, I jerked, a ton of pleasure racing through my bloodstream.
“So responsive,” he growled and doubled down on the act, sucking, licking and biting my overly sensitive nipples.
I knew they were sensitive before now but Zade was unleashing an animal inside of me with every tug.
“Oh my god…. Oh, fuck! Zade please…” I shook, calling him repeatedly as he expertly rolled and pressed them, sending my eyes rolling back.
“You want me to make you cum?”
“Yes please, I need… hmmm…”
I don't know why I wore a skirt today, maybe in my subconscious, I was expecting something to happen but it was a perfect outfit.
Because when his hand left my boobs and began travelling down my body, it was electrical.
Nothing was a hindrance and soon, his hands found their way underneath my skirt and they travelled all the way into my panties.
“Fuck, you're dripping,” he growled, his golden iris widening.
Meanwhile, I was losing my mind again.
His fingers began rubbing delicious circles around my clit.
“Zade… ZADE!”
“Calm down baby,” he whispered, “I'm here. I've got you,” he assured me but not for once did he slow down or change rhythm. “Let it out through your mouth.”
“But some…body might ugghh… hearrr..”
“No one will and even if they do, I'm pleasuring my woman. It's a good thing.”
His intensity increased, but it was still controlled, never fast enough, not hard enough.
“Zade?” I moaned, pleadingly.
“What is it Sunshine?” he asked, bringing his fingers closer to my entrance but not entering.
I clenched around nothing.
“I… fuck, please baby..”
“Tell me what you want Little Sunshine, use your words,” he growled, his voice adding to my buildup, pushing me towards the edge he refused to let me fall off.
“I want… oh Zade, I need to feel you inside me please,” I managed to get the words out.
“Good girl,” he praised, a bright smile lighting his face and pushing out more wetness from my cunt. “Now let me give my baby what she wants.”
He moved back and pulled off my panties and I watched him lift them to his nose and he inhaled deeply.
“Zade…” I whispered, the sight turning me on like a faucet.
“You smell divine baby, I can't wait to taste you but first, spread those legs wide apart for me.”
I opened them slightly but he wasn't satisfied with that.
Still kneeling on the library floor, he moved one leg over to the couch and the other to his side, leaving me wide open.
Then he came back to my face and slowly kissed my nose, neck and then captured my lips into his.
His fingers returned back down and slowly he slipped it into one digit.
I shook with pleasure.
My moans poured into his lips over and over again as his fingers stroked my cunt.
“Take it baby, don't run, take all the pleasure you need,” he whispered, slipping out to massage my clit.
“Ohhh,” I vibrated.
A loud moan erupted from me as he put two fingers.
“Breathe Sunshine, breathe for me,” he whispered as he pulled out and in slowly, coating his fingers with my juices until he was well inside and I was fully adjusted. “Fuck you're so tight, you're squeezing my fingers with every exhale. I can't wait to have my cock inside of you, stroking your walls while you struggle to breathe through every pounding.”
“Za..dee..” I moaned louder, his dirty words and fingers working in tandem to rid me of all rational thought.
"So wet," he murmured, almost to himself. "So perfect. Taking my fingers so well."
His thumb found my clit, and my hips bucked.
"Sensitive there?" He circled it lazily. "Noted."
"Please…"
"I know, Sunshine. I know what you need."
He curled his fingers inside me, stroking upward, and—
"OH!"
Stars exploded behind my eyes.
"Found it." Satisfaction dripped from his voice. "That spot right there?"
He did it again, and my back arched off the couch.
"Answer me, Alira."
"Yes! Yes, there, please..."
"Such good manners," Zade grinned. He rewarded me with another curl of his fingers, combined with pressure on my clit, and I was already climbing toward something big, something that felt like it would shatter me.
His two fingers were so much more pleasurable than one. The stretch, the fullness, the way he curled them both to hit that spot inside me with every thrust, I was losing my fucking mind.
"Oh god, oh god…"
"Not the gods, Sunshine. Just me." His voice was pure sin. "Say my name, I need to hear it."
"Zade…"
"Louder baby, let this Academy know who you belong to."
"Zade!"
"That's better." His thumb pressed hard against my clit. "Now come for me."
The command sent me over the edge.
Pleasure slammed into me like a physical force. My back arched, my thighs clamped around his hand, and I screamed his name as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed through me.
I felt my inner walls clench rhythmically around his fingers, pulsing with each aftershock. Felt wetness flood his hand. Felt myself completely and utterly come apart.
And through it all, he kept moving, kept talking, kept prolonging my orgasm until I was shaking and sobbing and begging him to stop because it was too much, too good, too everything.
"That's it," he murmured, finally slowing his movements. "Ride it out. I've got you."
When the last tremor faded, I collapsed against the couch, boneless and breathless.
“Zade?” I heard an unfamiliar, feminine voice pushing through the main entrance. “I must speak to you at once, come out, I know you're here.”