If you loved Weekend in Paradise, check out a snippet from my other hot, steamy read, Zayum Zaddy. It’s a page-turner.

GiGi

Zane thought he would be putting me on the spot by pointing out my hard nips. I knew they were hard; I could feel them prickle as I spoke. But they had nothing on the wetness between my legs, which was going to have me stickier than a pot of honey.

We were driving on a road that was pretty light on traffic, and I was feeling the vibe too much not to be a little daring.

So when he pulled my bluff, I had something for him. I reclined my seat, looked in his direction, and slid my hand up my shirt to pleasure myself. Both my large breasts were cradled in my hands as I arched my back and played with their sensitive nipples.

“You wanna play?” I moaned. “Because I can definitely play this game.” My back arched as I closed my eyes and squeezed my nipples between my fingers.

He didn’t know quite yet, but my nipples were one of the most sensitive parts of my body. I’d almost brought myself to orgasm multiple times just from the stimulation alone.

Minutes ago, I was concerned that we would be taking our time together too far. Now, I didn’t give a fuck. We were two grown adults enjoying the moment. And this moment demanded his full attention.

He wanted to challenge me? He’d get everything he came for, and even more.

Zane cursed. I internalized my amusement, biting my lip and moaning as I succumbed to the pleasure of my own touch. His eyes moved back and forth from the road to my body, watching intensely in small spurts.

“You are such a fucking tease,” he growled.

Eyeing the growing bulge in his pants, I whispered. “Oh, daddy, I know.” I unclasped my bra, slid the straps down, and tossed it in the backseat. “Ahh, freedom.”

Zane looked in disbelief, gripped his cock through his pants, and leaned forward. “You’re in so much trouble.”

We weren’t far from the house at this point. It was growing dusky. I bounced my tits up and down under my shirt, teasing him mercilessly. He groaned in desire; I’m not sure he was fully aware of how easily he’d given himself away.

I knew he was a breast man; I could see it in his eyes. They were focused, nearly glued to my tits whenever he thought I wasn’t looking. He was a shameless breast lover at that. I was taking full advantage.

By the time we pulled on the road taking us to his home, Zane’s cock looked hard enough to rip through his pants. He’d deliberately avoided looking at me for the past five minutes, despite my taunts, but that only made me more determined to get his attention.

“This doesn’t look like my house,” I protested. I kept my tone playful; I had known fully well he had no plans of taking me directly home over fifteen minutes ago, when we drove past the turning road to lead me there.

He turned into his driveway, smoothly and wordlessly. Turning the car off, he unbuckled the seat belt and shifted in my direction.

“What was that shit you were doing back there?” He grabbed unbuckled my seatbelt, grabbed me by the waist, and kissed me.

How do I even begin to describe our first kiss? It was amazing. His lips were passionate and aggressive. They locked into mine and set my soul on fire. It was like in the movies, when time stops and everything moves in slow motion around you. I had no idea what I’d been missing.

…Until his lips touched mine.

“Your lips taste like strawberries.” His lips caressed my ear. He grazed them with his teeth. “Are those pretty nipples sweet like strawberries too?”

Determined not to let him get the best of me, I lifted my shirt, exposing two soft, round tanned titties with deep pink nipples.

“Only one way to find out.” I palmed the top of his head, directing him to see for himself. Guttural groans of pleasure were trapped from escaping his lips; they were too busy wrapped around my left, and then my right, nipple.

With my free hand, I slid my fingers into my panties and felt the hot slickness awaiting me. I had melted into a pot of honey, and my fingers slipped and slid everywhere.

“Yes.” I moaned encouragements as he lavished attention on my breasts. He sucked each nipple delicately, savoring each like a cherry atop a milkshake.

Groaning in release, he unzipped his pants and freed his cock. My mouth watered as I watched him stroke what appeared to be over 8 inches of dick.

“Zaaaaayum Zaaaaddy,” I purred. My hand found it, and gripped at the thick base. “I didn’t know you were packing like that,” I admired. He blushed slightly and brought his attention back to my lips.

Zane’s cock was even in color, with a thick mushroom tip accented with a long piss slit. As I stroked it in my hands, he continued to suck on me, placing kisses up and down my neck. He thumbed my breasts gently, directing me to continue stroking his thick, veiny cock.

“God, that feels so good,” he grunted. “Hold up.” He froze and pushed my hand off his cock. “I’m can’t let you make me cum so easily. He motioned for me to get out. “Let’s go inside.”

Pulling my shirt down, I felt the female equivalent of blue balls. I decided against taking anything in the house with me; I didn’t need it. As we made our way toward the door, I decided to be a little more daring.

“Zaaaane,” I purred. I made direct eye contact with him as I took off my top, and slid my pants down and off, stepping out of them. I stood there in my panties and sandals, looking like a scene from a softcore skin flick.

“Dammit, babygirl.” His eyes traveled up and down my tight, toned body. “You are a walking fucking masterpiece.”

He opened the door and looked around. “Get inside before someone sees your fine ass. You’re for my eyes only.” I yipped lightly when he slapped my bare ass as I attempted to remain calm sauntering past him.

Closing the door, he lifted me in his arms and hoisted me over his shoulder. “You wanna tease people? You want to act up and taunt me with that sweet ass and delicious nipples?”

Tossed over his shoulder, all I could do was writhe and moan. He smelled mysterious and manly; the light addition of his sweat added a potency that simply made his scent even more addictive.

He brought me into the kitchen and laid me on the island. “Time for dessert.” Spreading my legs, he leaned over the counter, and pushed them up and apart, giving him a full view of my pussy lips.

Zane

GiGi’s pussy looked wet and delicious. I just knew it’d only take a few laps to have her creaming everywhere.

We’d spent the past nine hours dancing across each other’s chemistry, high sensitive and extremely responsive to our attraction of one another.

My cock wanted to plunge deep inside of her, express with thrusts my passion for her, but I couldn’t shove myself into her. Her body was literally begging me to take her, but I needed to take my time.

I looked into her brown eyes, darkened with lust. I licked my lips, told her how juicy her pussy looked. “You might have won this battle, but you have not won the war.”

My lips spread against her, allowing my tongue easy access to the plump clit peeking from her lips, begging for attention. She immediately started writhing and crying out for mercy. I growled when she moved, slapping her thighs and commanding her to stay still.

I knew my skillful pussy eating skills would sent jolts of pleasure through her body. I wanted to communicate to her with body language, let her know that none of the boys on her campus could ever work her pussy up like this.

Gigi surrendered into full-blown appreciation and participation of my ravishment. As I laved her pink pearl and tasted all that sweet nectar between her legs, she reached down and began holding my head in place.

“Dayum,” she cried out. “Zane… oh god, Zane.”

“Call me that other name.” I commanded. My cock was rock hard as she worked herself on my chin and I slurped her juices. “Call me Zaddy.”

“Oh, gosh. Fuck… Zaddy. Zaddy you feel so good. Zayum Zaddy, you feel so good.” The frantic desperation for her to reach orgasm, coupled with the sexy rasp of her voice, made an otherwise weird term sound wickedly erotic.

“Good girl.” Nobody had ever called me that. And nobody ever will. That was her name, for me. And me alone.

I could feel her groan as she felt my beard tickle against her lips and taint. She began squirming and panting as I dug my chin in deeper, eager to make the friction add to her abandon.

My arms wrapped themselves around her thighs while my lips locked around her sex and tasted her sweetness. She smelled and tasted so good. Her flavor was intoxicating.

It wasn’t long before GiGi climaxed. As she came, her legs trembled uncontrollably. She moaned with wild abandon.

“Oooooooh my god!” she screamed. “Ooooh, Zaddy I’m cumming. Zaddy, I’m cumming!”

She tried feverishly to push my head away, but I grunted, “Unt uh,” and locked her thighs in a vise grip. I shoved his tongue deep into her pussy.

Her legs trembled uncontrollably as I lapped her up. She cursed. She screamed. She wailed. She begged. She pleaded. And I made her cum. And cum. And cum again.

I don’t think she knew the beast she’d awakened in me. Despite the easy access I had to women of all kinds, I hadn’t touched a woman in the longest time. Nobody triggered my interest, until now.

… And I had a whole lot of energy to use, and a whole lot of time to make up for.

“Zane… please… I can’t. I can’t take anymore.” She begged. I looked up to see her looking ruined. She was a beautiful disaster. Her hair was loose, having fallen out from our charades, and her face was sweaty. Her eyeliner had smudged yet again. Her body was covered in a light sheen of sweet.

Beautiful fucking disaster… a dirty angel. And all mine at the moment. She wanted me to stop, but I wasn’t letting her go that easily.

“Unt uh,” I said, shaking his head. “You’re not gonna run. I’m going to make you feed me every ounce of this sweet fucking pussy juice.”