Tessa could feel the heat crawling up her neck to her cheeks. She couldn’t believe she’d done that. It had to have been from sleeping in a strange bed and subconsciously she knew she wasn’t at home.
“I’m sorry, Zander. Did I hurt you?” That would make it even worse if she had.
“Not at all. Now lay back down and let me have my pre-breakfast appetizer,” he said with a wide grin.
She frowned. “You don’t have appetizers before breakfast.”
“When you’re here I do.” He gently pressed her backwards with his big hand. “Relax, kitten.”
Tessa was still a little groggy or she would have been prepared for the feel of his fingers at her pussy lips. Instead she jerked then moaned when he spread them wide, allowing his tongue to swipe along her slit. The hot wet appendage laved at her opening until she wanted to scream. It felt so damn good. When he moved up to circle her clit with just the tip, she groaned at the need for more building inside of her cunt. They were going to turn her into a sex fiend if they continued to arouse her this way all the time.
Two fingers slow pushed their way inside of her, sliding through sensitive tissues until they’d gone as far as the rest of Zander’s hand would let them. He stroked them in and out of her over and over, making sure to brush her sweet spot with each pass. Between his greedy tongue and questing fingers, Tessa wasn’t going to last long. Her head thrashed back and forth as she struggled to not pump her hips into Zander’s face.
“Zander!” she cried out. “Oh, God, please.”
He hummed against her clit as he closed his lips around the swollen nub and sucked. It sent Tessa shooting into space with so much force that she forgot to scream or even breathe for several long seconds. Then she called out his name and squeezed her eyes shut as the amazing pressure released inside of her. Then Zander was crawling up her body to cover her. He rested his weight on his hands before leaning down to kiss her with so much hunger it startled her.
When he pulled back, they locked gazes and Tessa was shocked at the intenseness of his as he adjusted his position and thrust his cock inside her cunt. Her pussy was swollen from climaxing, its sensitive tissues tight as he slowly fucked his way deep inside of her.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he said in a near growl.
“I’m so full, Zander,” she whispered with what little breath she could manage.
A cocky grin split his face. “Just wait until we’re both inside of you at the same time, kitten. Then you’ll be full.”
“Oh, God. I’ll die if it’s more than this. I can feel you all the way to the back of my throat.”
His only answer was to pull almost all the way out and slam back into her. His thick dick sawed in and out of her cunt with hard, quick thrusts that soon had her sensitive nerve endings on fire all over again. What was it about them that they could coax multiple orgasms out of her with such ease? She’d never actually come with another man unless he stimulated her clit with his fingers or mouth, and she certainly didn’t manage two in a go.
Zander bent over and licked at her nipple before nipping it lightly with his teeth. When he treated the other one the same way, she was sure she was going to come right then, but he slowed his pumping down to long slow slides of his rigid dick, his angle changing as well. Tessa moaned in frustration at the change. His gruff chuckle had her narrowing her eyes at him.
“Stop playing with me, Zander. I need to come,” she groused as she wiggled her hips.
His hand popped against her thigh, making much more noise than sensation. She frowned up at him.
“What was that for?”
“For being a brat. I say when you come, Tessa. You’re in my hands right now.”
She stared up at him and realized he was dominating her, using his voice and the power he had as a dominant male to exert his will over her. Tessa wasn’t sure if she was okay with that or not. Actually, if she were honest, it had sent a thrill through her body when he’d playfully tapped her thigh. Despite her mind thinking only of the implications of his words, her body had been onboard with it. While she’d been expecting it eventually, she hadn’t thought he’d try anything this soon, so it caught her off guard. “I–I didn’t agree to be your slave, Zander,” she finally said.
“I don’t want a slave, Tessa. I want to be in control of your pleasure. That’s all. Give us the control, kitten. Let Tag and I be responsible for pleasing and pleasuring you.” Zander stared down at her as she struggled to figure out what was going on.
She couldn’t think. He’d taken her to the very edge of climax and now she stood on the precipice of mind-blowing ecstasy and he expected her to make a rational decision. No. He didn’t. He expected her to give in without a fight because she needed to come and her hormones were ruling her. Hell, they were ruling her. She was a tangled-up mess of need and anticipation right now.