Locke
I wake to the soft spill of morning light across the sheets and the warm weight of Zara shifting against me. I look down at her, at her curvy little body still marked with faint bruises that make my chest tighten, even as my c**k stirs hard against her thigh.
She’s already wide awake, I see now, eyes dark with that same hungry spark from last night, the one that I’m becoming addicted to. Before I can speak, she’s sliding down my chest with a wicked little smile, her fingers wrapping around my shaft.
“Easy,” I murmur, voice rough with sleep, but she just shakes her head and licks a slow stripe up the underside of my c**k, tongue hot and deliberate as she takes the head into her mouth. The sight of her lips stretching around me punches the air from my lungs. “Oh, f**k, baby… are y
