Uncivilized
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Latching on and sucking hard, I pull my tongue in on the action and strike quickly at her with it. Moira cries out almost painfully but then gasps, “Oh, damn… I’m going to come so fast.”
That motivates me further, and my tongue f**king picks up the pace. I manage to rotate one hand to jam a thumb into her wetness, and Moira nearly shoots off my face. I pull her back down and concentrate on pounding her cl*t with my tongue, pulling her down hard against me almost to the point of suffocation.
I know she starts to come when her thighs clamp hard against me, and she grinds herself down onto me. I actually just constrict my tongue into a hard point, and let her ride it through her orgasm. She finally falls backward on my body, staring up at the ceiling of the car with her bare br**sts heaving.
“Oh, Zach… you destroy me so good,” she says softly.
It’s then that I realize the limo has come to a stop. I sit up in the seat and wipe the wetness from my face with the sleeve of my tuxedo jacket, and see my little house glowing under a streetlight.
I have no clue how long we’ve been here, but I can see the driver waiting patiently outside the car door, his back to us.
“Holy f**k,” I say in astonishment. “I’m betting he got an eye and earful.”
Moira giggles as she pulls the top of her dress up and rolls to the side to straighten out the folds of the skirt portion. “His car smells like sex. He’s going to have to spray this down.”
I reach out and grab ahold of her shoulders, pulling her into me for a swift kiss. “I love the way it smells. All musky and sweet like you. In fact, I want to get you in the house so I can do that again to you.”
Pulling away, I reach for the car door, but Moira’s words halt me. “Actually… I was hoping we could do something else tonight.”
I turn to look at her, my eyebrows raised in expectation. “What did you have in mind?”
“Well,” she drawls out. “I’ve had a few drinks… and you just gave me a massive orgasm. I’m feeling so relaxed.”
I look at her in curiosity and wait for her to tell me exactly what she wants.
“So relaxed,” she continues, as if she’s leading up to a big, secretive reveal. “I think I want to give you my ass tonight.”
A groan rips out of my throat as lust sizzles through my body. My dick goes so hard that it feels like it could cut through steel. I grab her hand, throwing the door open so suddenly that the driver yelps and jumps away as I drag Moira out of the car.
“Thanks for the ride,” I tell the driver as I bend down and haul Moira up over my shoulder.
“Yeah, thanks for the ride,” she calls out to him as I bound up the porch steps and practically kick my own door open.
Chapter 26
Moira
Zach carries me in a fireman’s hold into the house, slamming the door behind with his foot. Straight down the small hallway and into the bathroom.
As he sets me down gently on my feet, I look at him. His eyes are fierce and his body is practically vibrating with energy.
“Get undressed,” he orders me as he turns the shower on.
“But… I’m ready—”
“No talking, Moira,” he says with unrestrained hunger. “For tonight… I’m in absolute control.”
Turning my back to him, I say softly, “I need you to unzip me.”
Zach steps in close to my body and rests his fingers on my shoulders. I can feel them shaking, and the knowledge that he’s about to come undone almost causes my knees to buckle. He leans down and bites me on my shoulder, then drags the zipper down my back. Reaching up, he gently pushes the material down past my br**sts, ribs, hips, and lets it pool to the floor.
Then he steps away and starts taking his own clothes off, his eyes burning into me the entire time.
The shower is so small, it barely fits the two of us in there, but I find a benefit to that. He’s pressed up close to me, my back to his front. I watch as his large hands take the body wash and squirts a large puddle into his palm. Holding his arms out in front of me so I can see, he slowly lathers his hands up and my breath catches in my chest. Because I know what he’s going to do with those slick, soapy fingers.
The hot water cascades around us as Zach tells me, “Bend over and put your hands on the wall.”
I immediately comply and suck in a deep breath as he starts massaging the lather into my butt cheeks. Working closer to my ass, he surprises me when he moves one hand around my front to slip a finger into my pu**y, massaging my inner walls and causing me to sigh in pleasure. His finger slips out and pulls up, now rubbing in circles around my cl*t as his other hand continues to knead at one of my ass cheeks.
Faster and faster he rubs at my sensitive knot until an orgasm quakes through me, leaving me shaking, yet oddly still needful.
Because I know we are only just getting started.
“Beautiful,” Zach murmurs as he slides his finger back to my anus, where he gently circles it. The lather has been washed away, so he grabs the body wash again, pouring it directly onto my ass and bringing his finger up to catch the creamy slickness.
When his finger comes back down to my back entrance, he gently pushes against me, slipping his finger in all the way. My body stretches nicely around him, and I groan over the feeling. My nerve endings are sparking hot and with no will of my own, I start pushing my backside against his finger.
Zach brings his free hand down with a stinging slap to my ass, causing me to yelp. He chuckles but then says darkly, “No moving. I’ve got a lot more to give you, and I don’t want you to get hurt.”
That motivates me further, and my tongue f**king picks up the pace. I manage to rotate one hand to jam a thumb into her wetness, and Moira nearly shoots off my face. I pull her back down and concentrate on pounding her cl*t with my tongue, pulling her down hard against me almost to the point of suffocation.
I know she starts to come when her thighs clamp hard against me, and she grinds herself down onto me. I actually just constrict my tongue into a hard point, and let her ride it through her orgasm. She finally falls backward on my body, staring up at the ceiling of the car with her bare br**sts heaving.
“Oh, Zach… you destroy me so good,” she says softly.
It’s then that I realize the limo has come to a stop. I sit up in the seat and wipe the wetness from my face with the sleeve of my tuxedo jacket, and see my little house glowing under a streetlight.
I have no clue how long we’ve been here, but I can see the driver waiting patiently outside the car door, his back to us.
“Holy f**k,” I say in astonishment. “I’m betting he got an eye and earful.”
Moira giggles as she pulls the top of her dress up and rolls to the side to straighten out the folds of the skirt portion. “His car smells like sex. He’s going to have to spray this down.”
I reach out and grab ahold of her shoulders, pulling her into me for a swift kiss. “I love the way it smells. All musky and sweet like you. In fact, I want to get you in the house so I can do that again to you.”
Pulling away, I reach for the car door, but Moira’s words halt me. “Actually… I was hoping we could do something else tonight.”
I turn to look at her, my eyebrows raised in expectation. “What did you have in mind?”
“Well,” she drawls out. “I’ve had a few drinks… and you just gave me a massive orgasm. I’m feeling so relaxed.”
I look at her in curiosity and wait for her to tell me exactly what she wants.
“So relaxed,” she continues, as if she’s leading up to a big, secretive reveal. “I think I want to give you my ass tonight.”
A groan rips out of my throat as lust sizzles through my body. My dick goes so hard that it feels like it could cut through steel. I grab her hand, throwing the door open so suddenly that the driver yelps and jumps away as I drag Moira out of the car.
“Thanks for the ride,” I tell the driver as I bend down and haul Moira up over my shoulder.
“Yeah, thanks for the ride,” she calls out to him as I bound up the porch steps and practically kick my own door open.
Chapter 26
Moira
Zach carries me in a fireman’s hold into the house, slamming the door behind with his foot. Straight down the small hallway and into the bathroom.
As he sets me down gently on my feet, I look at him. His eyes are fierce and his body is practically vibrating with energy.
“Get undressed,” he orders me as he turns the shower on.
“But… I’m ready—”
“No talking, Moira,” he says with unrestrained hunger. “For tonight… I’m in absolute control.”
Turning my back to him, I say softly, “I need you to unzip me.”
Zach steps in close to my body and rests his fingers on my shoulders. I can feel them shaking, and the knowledge that he’s about to come undone almost causes my knees to buckle. He leans down and bites me on my shoulder, then drags the zipper down my back. Reaching up, he gently pushes the material down past my br**sts, ribs, hips, and lets it pool to the floor.
Then he steps away and starts taking his own clothes off, his eyes burning into me the entire time.
The shower is so small, it barely fits the two of us in there, but I find a benefit to that. He’s pressed up close to me, my back to his front. I watch as his large hands take the body wash and squirts a large puddle into his palm. Holding his arms out in front of me so I can see, he slowly lathers his hands up and my breath catches in my chest. Because I know what he’s going to do with those slick, soapy fingers.
The hot water cascades around us as Zach tells me, “Bend over and put your hands on the wall.”
I immediately comply and suck in a deep breath as he starts massaging the lather into my butt cheeks. Working closer to my ass, he surprises me when he moves one hand around my front to slip a finger into my pu**y, massaging my inner walls and causing me to sigh in pleasure. His finger slips out and pulls up, now rubbing in circles around my cl*t as his other hand continues to knead at one of my ass cheeks.
Faster and faster he rubs at my sensitive knot until an orgasm quakes through me, leaving me shaking, yet oddly still needful.
Because I know we are only just getting started.
“Beautiful,” Zach murmurs as he slides his finger back to my anus, where he gently circles it. The lather has been washed away, so he grabs the body wash again, pouring it directly onto my ass and bringing his finger up to catch the creamy slickness.
When his finger comes back down to my back entrance, he gently pushes against me, slipping his finger in all the way. My body stretches nicely around him, and I groan over the feeling. My nerve endings are sparking hot and with no will of my own, I start pushing my backside against his finger.
Zach brings his free hand down with a stinging slap to my ass, causing me to yelp. He chuckles but then says darkly, “No moving. I’ve got a lot more to give you, and I don’t want you to get hurt.”
