“What you get from your mates,” Zed growled. My hand was still firmly wrapped around his c**k but I’d completely forgotten to continue to stroke it as I came. “You want more?”
I licked my lips, nodded.
“Then ride my cock.”
I glanced down at the hot, hard-as-steel c**k in my hand. I couldn’t wrap my fingers around the shaft and when I slid up the length, I watched as the vein pulsed. Bumping the broad crown, I licked my lips and wondered what he tasted like.
“I decide where my c**k goes, mate, and I want it in your pussy.”
My gaze flicked to Zed’s. While he was calm, I could see the tick in his strong jaw. His cheeks were flushed; I knew he was restraining himself. I didn’t want that. I wanted all that dominance, all that intensity focused on me…while I rode his c**k. With what I held
