beneath the damp fabric, easing it up over her head and tossing it to the floor. Zoey stood before him in a lacy thong and sheer bra. Dawson let out a growl before claiming her lips again.
Zoey tugged at his shirt, pleading with him to take it off. Dawson released her lips and tore over his head, and let it hit the floor. He lifted her body off the floor, her legs wrapping around his waist as he walked them to her bed. Dawson laid her down and shucked his pants. His boxers clung to his muscular thighs. The outline of his arousal pressing against the material, begging for release as he climbed over Zoey’s body onto the bed.
His mouth trailed a blaze of kisses along her flesh as he licked and nipped at her skin on his journey to her mouth. Pressing his engorged member into her center as he attacked her mouth with his.
“Boxers… off.” Zoey heaved her words as she bucked her hips against the ridge of his cock. Dawson chuckled, leaning back as he eased the silky fabric down and tossed them to the floor. Sitting on his knees, he stroked his dick.
“What do you want, Zoey?” Dawson ran his thumb over the crown of his cock, his free hand toying with Zoey’s folds.
“You. Inside me. Now.”
Dawson leaned forward, positioning himself at her entrance. He claimed her lips as he buried himself inside her channel. Zoey let out a hiss of pleasure, her nails digging into his back as he seated himself fully inside her.
“God, you feel like heaven.” Dawson moved, easing himself out and ramming himself back in. Her cunt sucked his cock deeper with each thrust. Zoey clawed at his flesh, moaning and writhing beneath him.
“Harder…” Zoey begged.
Dawson pushed himself as deep as he could, obliging her plea by pressing harder. His hip bones slapping against her as his balls bounced against her ass. He thrust faster and more forcefully, racing toward release.
He could feel her core tightening around his member, her orgasm building as he lost himself inside her. Zoey cried out, her walls squeezing his dick. Dawson paused, relishing in the feel of her folds wrapped around him. Once her orgasm subsided, Dawson gripped her hips and flipped her over. Drawing her hips up, he shoved his cock inside her again.
Zoey moaned into the pillow, “FUCK…”
Dawson slapped her ass, drawing a shuddering breath from her lips. He pounded her from behind, their grunts and moans filling the space of her loft apartment. Their bodies glistened with sweat as they fucked with abandon.
“I’m going to come…” Zoey moaned, her pussy clenching and spasming around his dick. Dawson was near his release. He could feel his balls tighten as he drove inside her.
Zoey let out a piercing scream, her cunt milking his cock dry as he succumbed to her orgasm. His seed spurted inside her, filling her to the brim. Zoey collapsed on her belly, Dawson falling to the bed beside her.
“Wow.” He mumbled, pulling her against his chest. “That was…”
“Amazing.” Zoey giggled.
“Um… I should probably mention we forgot protection again.” Dawson toyed with her loose curls.
“It’s alright. I told you before I’m on the pill. So, as long as you’re not doing this with someone else, I see no need to use them.”
“With others?” Dawson leaned up on his elbow. “Zoey, you’re the only one I’m seeing.” He kissed the tender flesh on her shoulder.
Zoey traced his stomach muscles with her finger. His skin rippled beneath her touch. Dawson grabbed her hand, halting her downward trail.
“Oh no, you don’t.” He rolled over, mounting her body. “I hope you’re rested. Because I’m not done with you.”
His tongue traced her collar bone, Zoey’s breath caught in her throat. She wiggled beneath him, her sex clenching in anticipation. Dawson made his way between her legs, pushing her thighs open. He buried his fingers in her sweet center. He toyed with her, rubbing and flicking her g-spot.
Zoey cried out, her body spasming as she squirted her release. He pressed a kiss to her inner leg as he slipped his finger out. Zoey sat up, grabbing at his shoulder to pull him to her.
She pressed her mouth to his, their tongues tangling in a fury. Zoey could taste them both on his lips. Dawson crawled over her body, but Zoey had other plans. She shoved him back, straddling his waist.
“My turn.” Her eyes had a wicked gleam as she licked his chest. Swirling her tongue around his nipple, she nipped the pink flesh.
Dawson’s hips bucked up, “Damn.”
Zoey settled between his knees, her hands fisting his cock. She smiled as she stroked his member, eliciting a groan from Dawson. She pulled and tugged, leaning down to flick her wet tongue on his tip. She swirled her lips around his head, taking him deep into her throat.
Dawson couldn’t stop the sounds coming from his chest. Her warm mouth felt like velvet on his cock. She bobbed her head, slurping as she tightened her hand at the base of his dick. She was like a madwoman, bouncing her whole body as she sucked him hard.
“I’m going to come, baby.” He tugged at her hair, warning her of his impending explosion. Zoey closed her lips harder around his engorged shaft. Dawson’s balls contracted as his seed splashed into her throat. Zoey licked every drop, her lips making a pop sound as she pulled off his cock.
She climbed his body, settling into the crook of his arm. “You taste good.”
Dawson laughed. “I think you broke me.”
“Nah… you just need to rest.” Zoey kissed his chest. “I’m sleepy too.”
Dawson pulled her close, sleep claiming him as he snuggled into her body.