Zara
ZaraI was going to kill him. Or f**k him. Or lick him all over.
If I could get close enough before he sent another delicious zing through my entire body like lightning to my n*****s and my c**t. I was on the edge, had been for too long, since he pushed that huge c**k inside me… then did nothing.
I ached. I needed to come. Not just wanted. Not turned on, fired up, whatever. My body was in full-on revolt. If I thought he would let me, I would reach downtown and take care of my orgasm myself.
Sliding my hands low to try, I wasn’t even close when he zapped me again. My eyes rolled into the back of my f*****g head, and I moaned.
I could say hurricane, and it would stop. But did I want it to stop? No. Hell, no. But I wanted to come, and the only way that was going to happen was if he a
