Page 62 of Ripping the Odds

Egotistical Bottom-Feeder

Prudence

Sometime in the middle of the night, I woke up to Zak's mouth between my thighs. He made me come on his tongue. I wanted him to come on mine. I scooted down the bed and crawled between his thighs. He made me feel worthy, like everything I did was enough, but his cock was intimidating. It was long and thick and hard.

“I’m not sure how good this’ll be. I’ve only done it once with⁠—”

“Do not talk about another man’s dick being where mine’s about to go, unless you want me to find that man and kill him.”

He had to be joking, right? I thought he was until I peered straight into those steel blue eyes I loved so much. Not only was he serious, he was dead serious.

“Zak.”

He pressed a finger to my lips, silencing my protest. “In my mind, you were untouched when we got together. Don’t bust my bubble, baby.”

There was nothing left to say. Wrapping my hand around his cock, I licked across the head. It was salty like I expected. He groaned, so I did it again. Then I sucked the tip into my mouth, gradually going further and further until I couldn’t take any more.

“Fuck. Just like that.”

His encouragement made me bolder. My tongue flicked along his shaft while my hand twisted up and down the base. His fingers speared through my hair, controlling my movements. He pushed me a little further each time, more than I would’ve done myself, but I would do it all for him. I wanted to please him, to make him experience even a fraction of what he’d given to me. It was intoxicating. More than that, it was stimulating. Hell, I had to squeeze my thighs together to get some relief.

“Does sucking my dick turn you on, baby?” I nodded because, um…mouthful. “I’ll make you come again. But you’ve gotta finish me off first.”

Determined to do just that, I hollowed my cheeks, reached down, and rolled his heavy sac between my fingers. I couldn’t tell if he was close, but I prayed he was because my jaw was aching from being open so wide. When his cock jerked in my mouth, I had my answer.

“I’m there, Pru. Pull off or swallow.” He released his grip on my hair, giving me the choice.

I doubled my efforts until he groaned, and I tasted his pleasure.

Afterward, he curved around me––my back to his chest––and I thought that was the end of our morning entanglement. Little did I know, he had every intention of staying true to his word. He just had to catch his second wind.

“Already?” I questioned when I felt him harden, but all other thoughts were cut off when he slid into me from behind. I couldn’t help but cry out, “Yes.”

“Quiet, baby, unless you want our guests to know we’re fucking.”

Fucking, not making love. He’d shown me the difference. One was emotional, an intimate connection that built up into an orgasmic crescendo. The other was raw and lust-filled, like we were racing toward the carnal finish line. In both, I felt his love.

He lifted my leg, resting my stump over his thigh. Once upon a time, I would’ve cringed at the thought of him seeing my stump, let alone having it draped over any part of his body. That’s when I realized that somewhere between Zak’s words and his actions I’d become comfortable in my own skin.

“Arch your back.” He snapped his hips against my ass, driving his cock deep. Over and over, he glided out slowly, then thrust in hard. It stayed like that for a while, then all of a sudden his pace increased. His thrusts became wild, unhinged. My body hummed under his command, and I loved every second of it.

“Zak,” I breathed his name. He knew, without me having to say anything else. His hand went straight to my clit, pinching my bundle of nerves between his fingers. My core clenched around him, making a long, low moan of satisfaction leave his mouth.

“Fuck. Do that again, Pru. Choke my dick.”

His crude words sparked a flame low in my belly. It grew until my entire body was burning in the aftermath of an intense explosion. Zak slammed into me three more time, punctuating each with a grunted, “Fuck.” On the third, he drove as deep as he could go and held there. My body went limp as his warmth flooded me.

“Love you, Pru.”

My reply wouldn’t form. I was done, wrecked completely. The last thing I heard before exhaustion stole my consciousness was his deep laugh.

“You look tired, Pru. Did you not sleep well?” My sister's question was far from innocent if the smirk on her face was anything to go by.

Shit. I glared at the cause of my embarrassment over the rim of my coffee cup. Zak smiled and winked at me. He leaned against the counter in the kitchen with a steaming cup of his own held firmly in one hand, while the girls and I sat around the table.

Lennon, god bless her, was oblivious to the tension. “I slept like the dead. That mattress was like laying on a cloud of marshmallows.”

“What do you ladies have planned for the day?” Zak changed the subject.