Tell Me or I Stop–2
I move my arms, letting the straps slide down before dropping my bra to the side. He covers his mouth for a second as he takes in my breasts and my nipples harden beneath his gaze.
“Zaid,” I say breathlessly, not caring how desperate I sound.
He stiffens and reaches for my legs, lifting my knees and spreading them until I am open to him. The only thing between us is my flimsy, lacey thong. His chest heaves as his breath quickens.
His hands run down my thighs and I hold my breath, taking in the feeling of his touch. I never want to forget this, never want to forget how much my body lights up for him, how much more I want of him.
The moment he reaches my thong, I breathe again. My stomach coils tighter and I moan when he slips a finger inside me. He steps between my legs, pressing into my thighs as she thrusts his finger in and out of me.
“What else, love?”
I throw my head back, closing my eyes. “Zaid.”
He thrusts a second finger inside me. “Tell me.”
My chest heaves as I focus on the pleasure he wrings from me. “You–you left me at the
diner.”
He lowers his lips to my neck, peppering kisses behind my ear as my legs begin to tremble. “You had just told me you had feelings for my brother.”
His breath brings my skin to life and I want to feel it between my legs. He pumps his fingers and I turn my face toward him, looking for his lips. He evades me and pulls back, but his fingers keep their pace, his thumb finding my clit.
“Zaid,” I moan.
“Keep going, Alina, or I stop,” He whispers, drawing his fingers from me.
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My pussy clenches and I watch him with hot cheeks as he leans on his elbows again and lowers his head between my legs. My heart lurches into my throat, my stomach twisting with delicious anticipation.
His hands grip my waist and his tongue laps at me, thrusting into me and devouring every single part of me. I struggle to breathe, whimpering as my leg trembling worsens.
Zaid stops, pulling back just slightly enough to look up at me. “Love?”
I blow out a breath and tangle my fingers in his hair, pulling him back to my pussy.
were angry.”
He hums into me as he presses his tongue to my clit.
“You
“You kissed me,” I moan, moving my hips to ride his face. “When I didn’t want you to.”
He chuckles, his shoulders shaking. God, it only heightens his touch and I moan, my head hitting the wall behind me.
“Then I found out you were Aiden’s brother,” I squeal as he sucks my clit between his teeth. He teasingly nibbles on it before letting it go to circle it with his tongue.
The tension in my stomach coils so tight I think I’m going to faint. My orgasm is so close, I can feel it. My breath quickens and I close my legs around his head.
I loosen my body to let it take over, but Zaid stops.
He pulls away and stands, smiling down at me before pressing a kiss to my lips.
“Zaid?” My cheeks feel so hot, the orgasm that was so close suddenly cold and far.
“I have to get ready,” he whispers, a cruel smile on his face.
I smack his chest. “You’re an asshole.”
He catches my hand and kisses my wrist. “Didn’t think I’d make it so easy for you, did
you?”
I watch him in disbelief, chest heaving. His smile only widens, and he kisses my jaw before heading into his closet to change.
