Page 56 of Total Abandon

“On your elbows,” I order roughly, my hands tracing down her silky skin to grip her hips. “I want you to watch as I fuck you.” She nods eagerly, moving to obey me with zero hesitation, and the sight is enough to make my balls tighten. Her eyes fall to where we are barely joined and her lips part, her clear sky eyes eclipsed with an animalistic need that matches my own.

“See how perfect we are together?” I ask, thrusting my cock all the way into her. She lets out one of those sensual cries as I feel myself hit the end of her, and the sound combined with her wet, tight heat squeezing around me sends a tight flash through my abdominal muscles. I unleash myself, drawing back and thrusting into her with everything I have, reveling in every strangled sound and sob that falls from her lips and twines with the obscene sounds of her wetness. Pleasure licks and snaps at the base of my spine, begging to be set free, but I fight it off.

“Oh god!” she cries out, falling to her back, her petite body bowing in my grip as every muscle tightens. She’s beautiful. Ethereal. The most entrancing thing I’ve ever seen, lost in her pleasure. Like a goddess come down to earth to wreak havoc on any unsuspecting male she sets her sight on.

“Fuck, Chloe!” I snap, gritting my teeth as her tight little pussy clamps down on my cock so hard I can barely move. Her hands fly to the mirrored wall above her head, bracing herself as I bear her up the marble surface with each piston of my hips. “Come for me, dame todo lo que tienes.” Her eyes screw shut and I’m over her in a flash, dragging her head back to me by her hair. “Eyes.” Thrust. “On.” Thrust. “Me.” Thrust.

And then I’m drowning in the bluest ocean as her body detonates around me, swallowing her cries with my lips as she convulses and pulses around my cock, her fingernails scratching viciously at my back. I feel like a god. She’s putty in my hands, but I can feel my control slipping through my fingers like grains of powder-fine sand, so I use every ounce of willpower I have to pull back.

She jerks as I pull my cock out of her, a sharp gasp sucking in over full lips as every cell in my body protests at the loss of her heat. I sink to my knees, tugging her by her thighs back to the edgeand wasting no time in burying my face in her wet pussy. I feel my cock bob as her sweet taste floods my mouth, dragging my tongue from her entrance to her swollen clit and circling her with long, lazy strokes.

“I knew you’d be sweet, mi fuego.” If I died right now, I’d die a happy man between her legs. She cries out and writhes, her body sensitive from her waning orgasm, but I clamp her in place with one arm across her hips and push her back toward the edge with my tongue.

“Zeke, I can’t!” she gasps, her hips bucking wildly in my grip.

“Yes you can, baby,” I growl against her wet flesh. I know a woman’s body well enough to know when they are reaching their limit, and I’ve only just begun to push this one. Using my free hand, I thrust two fingers roughly into her and hook them skyward, seeking that sensitive spot that will send her over the edge. I know I’ve found it when her back bows and her hand flies down to bury itself in my hair, her stiletto heels digging into my shoulders.

“Zeke!” The sound of my name ripped from her lips in a moment of mindless desperation is almost enough for my aching dick to self-destruct. Her body tightens, her pussy gripping onto my fingers as wetness rushes over them, dripping down my wrist. I deliver a soft bite to her clit as I thrust my fingers into her again and feel her go. She curls in on herself, her chin hitting her chest as one hand flies out to grip blindly at the edge of the vanity. We make eye contact and I see the moment she surrenders, crying out as her second orgasm washes over her. The need for release has me frantic, and I pull away from her, quickly standing.

“Bend over the counter,” I order, stepping back and watching her glassy eyes come back into focus as I fist the base of my throbbing cock. It only takes a beat, and then she’s moving. Twisting and slipping down so her still-heeled feet hit the marble with a soft click. I let out a low, guttural groan at the sight of her rounded, perky ass bared to me. Her chest hits the marble vanity, and she whimpers as she braces her hands on either side of her head.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I breathe as I clap a slightly rounded hand onto one creamy ass cheek and squeeze, marvelingat the way her flesh moves and turns the prettiest pink. “I look at you and I can’t breathe, can’t think, you drive me fuckinginsane.”

She moans, pressing her ass back into me. Her pussy is dripping down her thigh, and as much as I want to draw this out, I’m only fucking human. I snatch up her arms and lock them behind her back, my one hand snared around both forearms. I reach down and notch my cock back inside her, allowing her a second to adjust as my head stretches her before I thrust all the way in. I know it feels deeper for her this way, and her eyes go wide in the mirror as she mewls, but my restraint is shot. I fuck her like I’ve never fucked before. Like I’m a dying man and she’s the air I need to breathe. Our eyes lock in the reflection as I wrap my free hand around her hair, looping it twice around my wrist and tugging it tight so her back is arched.

“You’re going to take every drop of my cum and thank me for it,” I snarl as I pound into her with abandon, sweat sliding down my neck. Every muscle in my abdomen tightens, white hot, tingling heat sinking deep into the base of my cock as her body tightens up as if on fucking cue. “You’re going to come with me,” I order, and I see the flash of mindless acquiescence in her wide eyes.

My cock swells, pleasure barreling through my veins at lightning speed and incinerating everything that isn’t this moment, with this woman. I’m pulled under at the exact moment she is, her body shaking and pulsing around me as I bury myself as deeply inside her as I can get, feeling the end of her rub against me as I spill myself in long, mind numbing jerks, coming harder than I ever have before. Our ragged cries create the sweetest symphony, mine deep and hers high, before our labored breathing takes over.

I brace one hand beside her face as I lean over her trembling body, my heart beating so hard in my chest I feel like I might pass out. We both gasp in breaths, unable to speak, unable to move. I sink my forehead down to her sweat-dampened back and blow out a long breath, my mind reeling at the intensity of what was hands down the best fuck I’ve ever had in my life. This woman will be my downfall.

“Say thank you,” I breathe into her ear, watching with rapt fascination as goosebumps break out over her neck.

“Thank you,” she whispers, a faint, blissful smile gracing her full lips. The unevolved part of me beats his chest internally and I straighten, feeling the ache in every muscle as I stare down at her, cheek pressed to the marble, looking as shell shocked as I feel. Releasing her arms, I gather her shaking body close to mine, burying my face in her neck and breathing in her sweetness.

Chapter 25

Mia Walker:Let me know you’re ok.

Chloe:All good, sorry to dip out like that.

Mia Walker:Don’t worry about it! Drinks soon?

CHLOE

My body feels limp, like I’ve run a marathon and have nothing left to give. Zeke’s strong arms hold me up against him, which is a good thing too, because I’m pretty sure my legs don’t work right now. Wow. Justwow.That was life-changingly good. Unfairly good. Zeke Guerra earns every drop of ego, every ounce of confidence. He’s a certifiable god.

“Me has arruinado por nadie más, mi fuego.” He sighs, his warm breath blowing a strand of hair across my neck.

“Yep, still don’t speak Spanish,” I reply breathily as I drop my head back against his chest and close my eyes.

He chuckles, removing his head from my neck. “Look at me,” he orders quietly, and I tip my head back down. My head feels fuzzy, like he’s fucked the brain cells right out of me and left nothing but a golden haze of satisfaction. “You are incredible.” His eyes burn in the reflection as they capture mine and his fingers slide my hair over my shoulder to bare my neck. “Perfección.” Now that one I can figure out, and a blush pulls into my already flushed cheeks.

“I love it when your skin does this.” He runs his nose from my ear to my cheekbone, kissing me softly there. It’s heartachingly sweet and through my jumble of disarrayed emotions, one jolts through with alarming clarity. Fear. Fear because I’m already in too deep with this man to walk away unscathed. Fear because despite whatever this is, it can never be enough for him to want to give up his freedom. Fear because sex this good is dangerous when the other person doesn’t want to keep you.

“Zeke, we shouldn’t…this isn’t a good idea,” I settle on, my heart tightening in my chest as I watch him. He’s relaxed and devastatingly beautiful in this moment, his skin flushed ever so subtly around his chiseled cheekbones, his eyes warm and lazy.

“Hmm, it certainly felt like a good idea. Three good ideas, in fact,” he teases as he rubs his stubbled chin over my shoulder. A shiver runs through me and surprisingly, considering how utterly spent I am, a flicker of desire sparks back to life. He’s still hard, wedged tightly inside me, and I squirm a little.