Forbidden Romance by Lena Lucas

5

Piper

With a rugged growl, Z stopped touching himself and stepped between my legs. He ran his hands over one of my inner thighs, then the other, back and forth, over and over again. He was so close to my pussy that my inner muscles clinched with the need to be filled by him.

He ran his fingers over my hips and moved them along my belly before taking them back down and sliding the pads of his fingers over my belly. He snagged his fingers under the hem of my shirt and slowly pulled it up and over my head.

The thin white bra was the only thing hiding my full, ultra-sensitive breasts.

“Fuck.” He ran a hand over his mouth as he stared at my chest and I felt my nipples bead up harder. And the longer he stared at me the more this flush swept through my whole body.

Z moved closer, and I gasped when I felt the hard, hot length of his erection press against my slit. My skirt was pushed up to my hips, and the cool air brushed along my exposed slit. With no panties on, I felt the silkiness of his cock, felt the semen that was still coming out of the tip.

I curled my fingers against the counter, needing that support.

The arousal that moved between us was so powerful, so forceful that a light sheen of sweat started to cover my entire body.

“Take off the bra. Show me what’s mine.”

I didn’t hesitate to obey. I reached behind me and undid the clasp that kept my bra secure. When the material was lying on the counter beside me, the air caused my nipples to become even harder. Z stared at my breasts, made this inhuman sound of pleasure, and grabbed the root of his cock again.

There was no stopping this. I didn’t want to. “Z,” I half moaned, half-whispered his name. “I want you.”

He slowly shook his head and I felt my heart plummet. I watched as he adjusted himself and fixed his jeans. Before I could beg, because I was at that point, Z lifted me off the counter, had me thrown over his shoulder, and headed toward his room.

I was panting, this moment so exhilarating I didn't know if anything could ever top it.

And once in his room, the door firmly shut, the lights off, he set me down, pulled me back in close and kissed me senseless. I was breathless as he ate me up like he was starving. I was frantic as he gripped the back of my neck to keep me in place.

I was so in love with this man nothing else mattered.

There were no obstacles between us, no worries or drama that awaited. It was just two people that really needed to be together.

Pulling back, I ran my hand along his chest, wanting him naked, needing both of us bare. I felt the muscles underneath the material flex from the contact, from my touch. Shadows covered his face, but his need for me was evident. He took a step closer, and I moved on back until I was resting against the door.

My hands were flat on the wood, my skin flushed, sweaty, and my pussy ready for him. He slowly moved his hands down my arms, gripped my skirt, and pulled the material down.

“Your turn,” I whispered and watched the seductive smile that graced his lips. He kept his eyes locked on mine the entire time he finished getting undressed.

His clothes were off in a matter of seconds, and then he was pressing his hard body against mine, letting me feel every inch of his male form. I was getting even more turned on at the sight of him. He was big, at least a foot taller than my five-foot-five height, and the power under his flesh was so impressive it made me feel weak in comparison.

He was all male where I was very female.

I rose on my toes, wound my arms around his neck, and kissed him hard. His erection jerked, and I felt the wetness of his pre-cum slide over her belly. He took control of the kiss and slipped his hands down to cup my ass. Z squeezed the mounds and pulled me more forcibly toward him.

A soft moan left me, and I opened my mouth wider for his probing tongue. We turned and moved as one toward the bed, never breaking the kiss. I felt the mattress hit the back of my legs and let gravity and his body take me down. I arched my back, thrusting my breasts out and against his hard chest.

And then Z broke the kiss and had my nipple in his mouth a second later.

“Oh, God. Yes, just like that.”

His mouth sucked and licked at my nipple, drawing the blood to the surface, driving me crazy. He used his teeth to tug at the engorged flesh until it bordered on pain. I speared my hands through his hair again and pulled him closer, tugging at the soft, dark locks. He alternated between my breasts, sucking one nipple into his mouth then going to the other. Whatever nipple he currently wasn’t laving attention to, he pinched and tweaked it with his thumb and forefinger.

When he finally broke away, his ragged breathing filled the room. Z placed his hands on my inner thighs, so close to my pussy that I could feel the tips of his thumbs tease my exposed, swollen lips.

“I can’t help myself when I’m around you, can’t control myself, Piper.” He covered my body with his and sucked my bottom lip into his mouth. “I have no fucking control where you’re concerned. It’s always been that way, but now that I’ve tasted you, know what you feel like…” he shook his head, his eyes looking darker, more severe. “I can’t ever let you go.” The thick head of his cock pressed against my pussy at the same time he slammed his mouth back on mine.

Our kiss was potent, powerful, and hungry. I tasted blood, realized I’d bitten him in my feverish need to have him. But he groaned and kissed me harder, as if he liked it.

I lifted my hips and begged him silently for more. Z was frantic with the way he kissed and licked at my lips, and I knew he was too far gone to go slow.

I didn’t want a gentle giant. I wanted a ravenous beast.