Page 11 of Overpowered
“Not yet.”
Chapter seven
ZACK
Madness.
It’s a living, breathing, prowling presence in my mind as Rebecca sits up and forces me to retreat. The taste of her honey on my tongue is driving me insane and I can’t get over that tight little pussy. A snapper. It’s gonna be so fucking snug when I put my dick in it. She’s gonna strangle the come right out of my balls, I think, locking my muscles down tight and waiting for her to do something. Anything.
“Please,” I whine, hating the sound but reveling in the way Rebecca preens, enjoying her power over me.
“Not yet.”
Oh, Jesus. Please. Help me.
“Touch yourself,” she murmurs, her voice shaky and nervous, turning into a moan when I immediately obey and fist my dick, the length so hot it burns my hand. “Now stroke. I want you to come—”
“No, angel. No, please. Only with you.” I growl, already stroking hard and slow because I can’t help but obey her orders.
It feels so good. Goddammit, it’s torturously good to jack my length and scrape a thumb over the crown while she watches, her tongue flicking out to lick her lips, her cheeks red, her eye glazed with arousal.
“I want it,” Rebecca snaps, her eyes flashing up at me until I bow my head in surrender and do what she wants.
“Tell me.” I sigh, pleasure starting to replace the aching void in my chest while she eagerly watches me jerk off.
I’m a big bastard, the length of my cock a terrifying thing for most women, but Rebecca doesn’t seem to mind that or my pendulous balls that are filled to the brim.
“Here,” she sighs, moaning and whipping the shirt off to show me her perfect tits.
“Fuck. Fuck.” I roar when she lowers back down and spreads her legs, pressing her breasts together and opening her thighs wide enough that the outer folds spread open and reveal her soaking slit. “So pink. Juicy. I need a taste!”
“After,” she moans, pumping her hips up, that tiny hole clenching before my eyes, sucking, searching for something to fill it.
I could. I could fill it in a heartbeat and pump—no! Cant. Obey, I grind out as I fuck my fist and use the other hand to squeeze my balls, the ache there building, building and then detonating. I come in a rush, the roar in my mouth turning into a choked sob when the thick milk hits her pink flesh and then higher. I cover her, my orgasm going on and on, painting her tits, her hard nipples, that belly. It pools in her belly button and streams down to her mound where I splash more on her and watch it seep down that crevice and puddle at her clenching entrance.
I come so hard, for so long that when it stops, my knees give out and I crumble. But I never stop looking. Not when Rebecca reaches a hand down to play along her folds, not when she dips a hesitant finger inside, dragging my come along and inside her. I watch her massage it into her skin, spreading the shiny, sticky milk on her tits and nipples, and then I’m holding my breath as she lifts a finger to her mouth and sucks on it experimentally.
“Hhhmm.”
“Oh, God.” I pant, a moan of pain leaving me when my cock responds, spearing up hard and fast and ready again.
Again, and again. Forever. Just for her.
“It tastes salty and tangy and a little sweet too.” Rebecca sighs, closing her legs to sit up.
I moan at the loss of her pussy, my need to see her, always, throbbing through my scattered mind but I don’t move. I am literally at her feet, worshiping her, waiting for her dictates and I don’t expect what she says next.
“It’s time for me to go home.”
Chapter eight
BECKS
I’m still sniffling as I sit alone in the dark, my chest tight, my eyes burning. I’m home but I feel so adrift that I can’t find comfort in anything. That’s why I’m in the closet, hiding, like I always do when things start to bug me and memories flash.
I shouldn’t have left Zack. I saw the shock, the horror, the agony on his face when I demanded to be taken home. There was a moment, just a second in time when I paused while pushing his truck door open but I forced myself to ignore it and make my way into the house.
I need time to think. I have to think. With him, I don’t think.I don’t think anything at all because I don’t have to.He gives me power, hands it over eagerly and it sweeps me away.
