Chapter 66

Zara 

Claim 

My thighs quake harder with every one of Locke’s punishing thrusts, the thick drag of his c**k splitting me wide and hitting that spot deep inside that makes stars burst behind my eyelids. 

His breath is hot and ragged against my neck, his teeth scraping my pulse as he growls low praises to me – so fucking tight, baby, so fucking beautiful, Zara, The pressure coils tight in my belly, slick heat flooding around him, my p***y clenching and fluttering wildly, my cunt juices coating his shaft and dripping down my legs. 

“Cum for me, Zara,” he rasps against my neck, teeth grazing skin, and the command shatters what little control I have left. “Cum hard, baby, and take me with you. Now.” 

I cry out when my body helplessly obeys him, and the orgasm crashes over me, body locking up as my cunt spasms around his c**k in rhythmic pulses. Pleasure rips through me in hot waves, my vision blurring, legs threatening to give out while I sob his name and grind back helplessly, chasing every last wave. 

Locke doesn’t slow, fucking me through every aftershock, his hips thrusting with renewed force as my cries turn hoarse and my body goes pliant against the wall. The emotional pull between us crackles like live wire – raw, possessive, and so damn electric – it makes my chest ache even as my p***y continues to ripple around him in greedy little pulses.