Chapter 133
And he wanted it all-now. His phone buzzed. He spun around, grabbing it up. Her name flashed on the screen, and he felt his heart pound in his chest. He swiped it open, reading the message. “I’m busy,” she wrote.
Zane clenched his teeth, his hands curling into fists. She was playing with fire, and she was damn well going to get burned. His fingers flew across the keyboard. “Tonight.”
“Maybe.”
Zane growled. “Now.”
“Tomorrow.”
He slammed the phone down on the desk. She was pushing him. Testing him. But it wouldn’t work. He’d have her again-soon. And next time, it wouldn’t just be for one night. He’d make sure she understood who was in charge. He’d show her the true meaning of desire.
And she’d damn well remember it. He grabbed his phone back up, typing out a response. “I’m coming for you.” He pressed send, his pulse racing. She didn’t respond, but he didn’t expect her to. He’d rattled her. He could feel it.
He’d make her remember last night.
And she’d damn well beg for more.
He pulled on a fresh shirt, his hands sliding down to his cock. It was hard and aching, his balls heavy with need.
He needed to fuck.
And he needed it now.
He grabbed his keys, heading out the door. The limo was was waiting for him downstairs, the driver watching him like a hawk. Zane ignored him, sliding into the backseat. The limo pulled out, heading towards the hotel he’d been at last night. The same one he’d take Mariah to. He was going to show her what happened when you crossed him. He was going to make her scream. He was going to make them both forget her name.
Zane adjusted his pants, his hard-on making it hard to breathe. He needed her pussy wrapped around him. He needed to feel her come apart. And he needed it-now.
The limo pulled up in front of the hotel. Zane climbed out, ignoring the few people staring at him. He walked through the lobby, ignoring everyone who tried to talk to him. He just wanted Mariah. He just wanted her warm mouth on his cock, her tight pussy strangling him.
He just wanted her.
He got into the elevator, pressing the button for her floor. The doors opened a moment later, and he stepped out. Mariah was staying in room 1157. Zane walked down the hallway, his hands tightening into fists. He reached her door, banging on it hard.
A moment later, it swung open.
“Hey,” she said, a small smile playing over her lips.
Zane didn’t return it.
He stepped forward, his mouth coming down on hers. Mariah gasped. She was wearing a towel, her body still wet from a shower. Zane slid his hands over her skin, pulling her closer.
She melted against him, moaning into his mouth.
Zane walked her backwards into the room, kicking the door closed behind him.
They were done playing games.
They were done pretending.
Because now, he was going to have her.
All of her. Mariah fell back on the bed, her legs spreading open. Zane fell on top of her, his mouth tracing a path down her neck and to her breasts. He bit down on one nipple, sucking it hard into his mouth. Mariah arched up against him, crying out.
He flicked his tongue over her nipple, sliding his hand down between her thighs. Mariah bucked up, her pussy warm and wet.
He slid two fingers inside her.
“Fuck,” she groaned.
Her pussy clutched at his fingers.
He added a third, stretching her.
“Zane.”
His name on her lips was heaven.
He slid his fingers out of her, replacing them with his tongue. Mariah cried out, her hips thrusting up. Zane sucked and licked at her, his tongue flicking over her clit. She came undone beneath him, her body shuddering.
“Fuck me,” she whispered.
Zane stood, pulling off his pants. Mariah’s eyes widened as she took in the full sight of him. Naked, hard, and needing her. “Come here,” he ordered.
She scrambled to her feet, her gaze locked on his. Her hand reached out for his cock, but he pushed it away. “Get on your knees,” he said.
Mariah’s breath caught. But she didn’t argue. She dropped to her knees in front of him, staring up at him.
Zane leaned back against the dresser, his cock jutting out towards her. “Suck it,” he commanded.
Mariah licked her lips. But she didn’t move.
Zane’s jaw hardened. “Now.” She stared up at him for a long moment.
And then, she did.
Her tongue swirled around his tip, her mouth sucking him in. He slid down her throat, hitting the back of it.
Mariah gagged.
But she kept sucking.
She kept bobbing up and down, taking more and more of him inside her mouth. He cupped her head, holding her in place. “That’s a good girl,” he praised.
She groaned around his cock, his hand tightening in her hair.
“More,” he demanded. “Take more.” Mariah choked on his cock, tears filling her eyes. Zane pulled out of her mouth, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look at him. “Are you mine?” he asked.
Mariah nodded.
His fingers tightened on her chin. “Say it.”
She licked her lips, staring up at him. “I’m yours.”
Zane released his hold on her chin, his cock nudging at her lips. “Suck me,” he demanded.
Mariah opened her mouth wider, letting him slide in deeper this time. Her hands found his hips, pulling him into her mouth with each thrust. Zane panted, his balls tightening. He needed more. Now. He pulled out of her mouth and off the dresser, falling to his knees beside her. “I need to fuck you,” he said. “Right now.”
“Do it,” she whispered.
He did.
Zane pushed Mariah onto her back, her legs going around his waist. He entered her in one thrust, groaning at the feel of her tight pussy wrapped around him.