Chapter 38
Zachariah
We barely made it home. If I could have gotten away with it, I’d have taken my wife right there in the car on the side of the road. I knew Avidya wouldn’t have been too fond of doing that. Yet. One day, though, I would.
Instead, once the door was open and we entered the kitchen, I couldn’t stop my dominant nature from coming out again. I wasn’t sure it was because my jealousy of that child that bugged my nerves, or if it was just my irresistible wife.
Whatever it was, I demanded that she strip right there in the kitchen.
Without a second thought, she did as I wanted, a look of heat in her green eyes that matched my own.
Within seconds, she stood before me, her clothes pushed aside, as she looked at me expectantly.
“I’m going to take you here in this kitchen,” I stated. “Color?”
“Green, Sir,” she said, her voice breathy.
“Perfect,” I smiled. I loved that she was learning the tones of my voice to indicate just what I wanted in certain moments.
My God, I just loved her.
I took swift steps towards her before reaching out and cupping her face in both of my palms.
“You are mine,” I stated softly. I poured as much love into my words as I possibly could.
“Always,” she said, melting against my touch and returning her look of love tenfold.
I crashed my lips to hers, feeling more than hearing her gasp of surprise. I took her lips, her tongue, everything, into my mouth. I made love to her sweet mouth, soaking up everything she could give me.
Her hands went up to my neck, pulling me into her.
If we could be one, we would already be. That was how fucking much we needed each other.
We were one.
Body.
Soul.
Heart.
Pulling back, I let my hands slide down her arms. She was so soft against me. She was my love; my life. She was everything I ever wanted. Everything I could only dream about.
“Lean over the counter, elbows supporting your upper body,” I demanded. I was torn between taking her fast or taking her slow.
I wanted her more than life itself. I wanted to make sweet love to her.
I knew once I entered her, I’d do nothing but give her a good fuck because I could. Because she wanted it.
Because we were us.
It only took her moments to lean on the countertop, her ass pushed out for me just like I wanted. I couldn’t stop my hand from giving her round butt a couple of hard slaps. My red handprints only stayed there for a moment or two before disappearing.
I loved how her skin marked so easily.
I let my hand slip down to her lower lips, finding her soaking wet. With my other hand, I took off my pants, letting them fall to the floor.
“Are you always this wet?” I asked, teasing her.
“For you, yes,” she moaned, trying to buck back into me.
“For me?” I asked, my voice filled with pride.
“Always,” she gritted out, finding that I wasn’t allowing her to find any pressure to get closer to the release that she so desperately wanted.
“You are mine,” I growled as I lined myself up to her.
“I think you’re wrong,” she stated, looking over her shoulder at me through her eyelashes.
“Really?” I laughed out darkly. “Why do you think that?”
I teased her clit with my cock. She groaned out in aggravation.
“Because I own you, now,” she said all too sweetly.
“Huh,” I said, lining myself up at her entrance. “You sound pretty sure about that.”
“I’m positive,” she stated.
“We’ll see about that,” I spoke, my voice laced with promises of pleasure that I knew I could no doubt bring her. As the words passed my lips, I pushed into her in one smooth move.
She gasped out, bucking against me as I hit her g-spot.
I love her moans. I loved her sounds.
I loved her.
I pounded into her, hard and swift, as she gasped for breath. Her walls clenched my cock as though this would be the last time I’d ever be inside of her.
“I love this,” I grunted out, willing myself to not cum. Not yet.
“So close,” she moaned, dropping her head to the countertop as I continued my assault on her.
I could feel her walls clench around me tighter with each pass of my cock inside of her. Using my thumb, I pressed on her clit, causing her to groan out as she came.
I wondered if I could make her yell my name.
Pulling out of her, I flipped her around easily as if she weighed nothing. Her eyes were half open, her breaths labored.
Sitting her on the counter, I pushed into her again.
“Ugh!” she called out quietly.
“I want to hear you,” I demanded. “I want to hear what I can do to you, Kitten.”
“Zach,” she sighed out.
That wasn’t good enough. I wanted more from her.
Pulling out of her, she whined in the back of her throat at the loss of contact.
Without saying a word, I took a hold of her hand and lead her to the couch. After sitting in the middle, I looked at her, knowing she’d get the idea about what I was going for.
After a moment, she straddled my lap, sinking instantly onto me. Her warmth surrounded me like none other. My hands found purchase on her hips, slightly squeezing them.
“How many times can we make you cum,” I asked her, pushing my hips upwards.
“I don’t know, Sir,” she panted, slowly swirling her hips in a circle.
It felt wonderful. Everything about her felt great.
I placed my hands on her breasts, pulling on her hardened nipples slightly. I knew she loved it when I did that.
She didn’t disappoint as she fell apart yet again right there as she rode me to her release.
“That’s two,” I counted. “Think we can do a third?” I asked. Of course, that would be totally up to her.
“Need,” she mumbled out as I pushed my cock into her core. My hands swiped over her handed nipples.
“What do you need, Kitten?” I asked, teasing her. How far could I take her? How much could she handle?
“You,” she moaned out, arching her back and pressing her breasts into my palms.
“You have me,” I stated.
Yeah, she was fucking right. She owned me.
“Use me. Make me cum,” I whispered.
She didn’t disappoint me.
She moved her hips in a figure eight. She was the one that made my body crave hers. She was the one that made me call out her name as I released inside of her.
She came again, my name like a prayer on her lips as she pressed her clit against me. Her head fell against my chest, her breaths heavy and labored.
I wrapped my arms around her, giving her the love, the care, that I could. I held her as our breathing slowly returned to normal. I held her as my cock softened. But I didn’t move.
I just held her, feeling like there was a huge storm raging its ugly head over the horizon.