Chapter 18

I clamped a hand over my mouth so I wouldn’t howl.

“No, no,” he murmured, holding his hips completely still as he reached up to tug my hand down. “I want to hear it all.”

He pulled out just a little, then slid back in. Over and over again, just a little at a time, driving me nuts. I begged and whined, moaned and pleaded, and all I got was that same shallow motion accompanied by a wicked grin.

“Zack!” I finally yelled, arching up, trying to move.

He leaned forward and got his knees under him, then set up a steady, pounding rhythm. It felt so good, his dick perfect inside me, and he knew just how to move to hit all the best spots. My knuckles were white from my grip on the fitted sheet, and I tried to move with him, but he was holding me practically immobile, making me take it. It was exactly what I wanted.