CHAPTER 29: I STILL HAVE A MATE
ZARA:
Without breaking eye contact, I opened my mouth and took his c**k into my mouth, sliding down his length, swirling my tongue around the tip of his c**k, and tasting the rich, salty edge of him. I set a steady, rhythmic pace, sucking and licking him up while my free hand reached down to cup and play with his heavy, warm balls.
Darius threw his head back, a raw, animalistic growl ripping from his throat. The sound was so loud and unfiltered that a sudden flash of panic hit me—I actually feared someone would hear us right through the heavy oak doors of the hallway.
Before I could dwell on it, Darius’s hand moved. He wrapped my ponytail hair tightly around his wrist, using it to anchor me in place, and grabbed both sides of my head firmly.
"Zara," he
