Chapter 57

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, fuck, baby… are you sure?” 

She doesn’t answer me, and she doesn’t hold back, sinking lower with a filthy moan that vibrates straight through me, her tongue swirling and pressing as she works me deeper, spit slicking down my length while her hand strokes what she can’t yet take. I groan, fingers threading carefully into her hair, fighting the urge to thrust because she’s still delicate to me, but Zara’s having none of my restraint. 

She pulls off just long enough to whisper I’ve wanted to taste you since last night, then swallows me again, throat relaxing as she takes me to the back, cheeks hollowing, saliva dripping down my balls while her free hand cups and rolls them. The wet sounds fill the quiet room, her p***y visibly glistening where she’s grinding against the sheets, and every eager bob of her head makes it harder to stay still. 

“Zara… fuck, careful,” I rasp, but she only hums louder, eyes watering as she forces herself deeper, gagging softly around my c**k before pulling back to lap at the head, licking up the precum with messy, savoring strokes. “Oh, God… oh, God.”