Chapter 67

Clam 

“Still so responsive,” he murmurs, voice thick with wonder, and he gently twists the stiff peak while his hips give a lazy roll that grinds his c**k against my swollen insides. “Still creamy and wet… and somehow wanting more.” 

The sensation builds faster than either of us expects, the steady pull and tease on my n****e igniting something raw and unexpected, my clit throbbing untouched as fresh slick coats him. 

I whisper his name, shocked at the way my body tightens again, inner muscles clenching greedily around his c**k, and then it hits – a second orgasm rips through me without warning, my p***y spasming even as he grunts in surprise. 

“Fuck, Zara… again? Just from playing with your n*****s?” he rasps, equal parts shocked and aroused, pressing closer so his chest molds to my back while the aftershocks leave me whimpering and trembling in his arms. “And so soon? Are you really the same girl who couldn’t cum twice in one night?” 

I can’t speak even one word. My knees buckle, legs shaking violently while waves of pleasure crash over me, hot and overwhelming, leaving me sobbing and grinding back against him in helpless instinct. 

Locke curses softly, his fingers still working my n****e as he feels every contraction squeezing him, his c**k thickening steadily inside me, the softening length swelling against my fluttering walls. I moan low in my throat, the stretch of him growing firmer, hotter, pushing deeper without any real thrust yet, and my hips roll back instinctively to feel every inch of that hardening heat.