Chapter 32

ZACH

All the times he’d stroked himself to memories of her, in his bed, in his shower, so sure that if he didn’t get to fuck her again in real life, he would die—all the ache in his balls from all the times he didn’t

come, thinking that death might be preferable— She was here, now, and he was inside her.

Zach’s hands grabbed her hips and held her still for him, exploring her with his thrusts, reminding himself what it felt like to fuck a woman—and not just any woman, but the only one he wanted, more than life itself. He thrust up, feeling her fit him perfectly, her entrance a tight O around his hilt, the thick head of his cock nudging against the hot spot he knew that hid inside her—and then the long stroke out, feeling the sensation of her heat against his shaft, rolling against its ridged sides until the wide head of him tugged out, and everything began again.

At first, he could control himself. Her willing juices slicked him. She felt so good to be inside of, he didn’t want it to ever end.

But then she asked “Harder?” while arching her hips against him, changing her angle against his cock, making him drag himself out of her more roughly.

“Is that what you want?” he asked her, shoving himself in fast and deep. She had no idea how difficult their time apart had been for him—or how hard she made him, now.

She nodded helplessly, eyes closed tight. “Yes. Please.”

Whatever blood of his that wasn’t already in his hard-on sank there, he was surprised he wasn’t passing out. He held her down and pumped his cock into her, hard and fast, listening to the smacking wetness where they met. Her hands finally fell from the chair behind him to his shoulders, clutching fistfuls of his dress shirt as she cried out.

Every time he thrust she sleeved him, over and over, and it felt like he was coming home like her cunt was where his cock was meant to be. Now that he’d had a taste of her, he needed more, it was like he was addicted and it made him merciless.

“Stella, fuck,” he growled, as her breasts bobbed against his chest, the honeysuckle scent of her hair mixing with her musk.

“Don’t stop, Zach,” she begged, bowing her head against him as she opened her thighs wider, somehow sinking more deeply into him. “Make everything else go away.”

He snarled at her neck, trying not to kiss her. It didn’t matter what his body said later; the proof was here and now, the way he felt ramming into her, the rough way she wanted to be taken. She started crying out each time he landed, which only made him want to fuck her harder because each sound she made belonged to him. He was the one making her wet. He was the one making her lose herself. And he was the one right now protecting her, carrying her through whatever it was she needed to forget.

She had come to him because she was his.

An animalistic need flowed through him, the same as he’d felt the last time they’d fucked. He wanted to mark her, to claim her, he wanted to come in here and then feel his knot flare, to make her hold all his cum inside and take it.

He wanted her to belong to him, from now until the end of time.

“Zach,” she gasped, turning his name into a rough whine. “I’m so close.”

“Me too,” he admitted, his hands holding her hips even tighter. The second she pulsed around him, he would go off. He nuzzled into her hair until he could whisper harshly in her ear. “Come for me, Little Star. Come hard, and take me with you.”

She gave another whine, then dropped her hips on his, working them against him, rubbing her clit on the base of his cock, as he shoved himself up for her greedy pussy one last time and—she shuddered and cried out, the muscles of her hips and ass fluttering beneath his hands. “Oh my God,” she called out, curling and rocking, panting as she spasmed on top of him.

“Fuck—yes—Stella,” he groaned, pinning her onto him, feeling her pussy grab and pull. He shouted something wild as his sm shook him, shuddering through his body, and up and into here

He knew he shouldn’t kiss her, but he couldn’t help but bite her shoulder as his cock started emptying itself inside her. Something primal in him commanded him to keep her there as he pumped her full—even if they weren’t mates, he needed her to take every last drop of cum in his balls.

It was all hers.

Just like the rest of him.

A final shiver rode through his body. She sighed and went slack against him, her arms draped around his neck, her breath uneven as she caught it.

Zach released her hips and moved to hold her loosely instead, as his traitorous cock softened and slid out.

She rested atop him for a full minute—but who was counting? Oh, just him—before pushing herself up and giving him a closed-off look. Any vulnerability she’d shown earlier, any sign of weakness or fear was gone.

They might as well have been erased.

“This doesn’t change anything,” she told him.

“No,” he lied. “Of course not.”