Princess Next Door(26)

“Please, please,” she said.

“You want to come?”

“Yes.” She felt that was the only word that she screamed at him, and he chuckled, nibbling on her clit, setting her alight even more.

He licked her nub, stroking his tongue back and forth, making it harder for her to focus, to think, and she didn’t want anything else but his touch.

She stared up at the sky as he brought her to orgasm, fucking her with his fingers at the same time, and she was on fire.

She cried his name as she came, her mind flooding with pleasure and need, and everything in between. She couldn’t stop, and knew in that moment there was no way she could ever let go of Zane. He was inside her, in her heart and her mind, and there was no way she could ever give him up.

He brought her down from her peak, and she watched him tear into a condom, rolling it down his already stiff cock. When he moved between her thighs, she knew without a shadow of a doubt that she actually loved this man.

The man with the tattoos all over his arms and down his chest. The man who loved rock music that she couldn’t stand. Who worked in a bar, and had the cheekiest smile on his face, who’d never look right in a country club, or even in a tux.

She loved him, and she didn’t care what anyone thought, because he was hers, and she belonged to him.

No one, not his friends or her parents, could ever take that away from her.

He slowly slid inside her. She felt every single inch and gasped as he filled her, seeming to touch her in places that took her to the stars and back.

Zane took hold of her hands, pressing them either side of her head, and staring into her eyes as he began to make love to her.

She felt … everything.

The passion within him that he kept at bay as they made love.

The love in his eyes as he stared down at her. She felt everything, and she didn’t want him to stop or to let go.

Once again, he took possession of her lips, and she knew without a shadow of a doubt that she was addicted to Zane, her sexy neighbor, the man that at times drove her crazy.

Thrusting up to meet his cock, she took him deep, hoping that he at least felt something for her.

“You’re the most beautiful woman in the world to me, baby. I don’t give a shit what anyone else says. You and I both know that the moment I claimed your virginity you became mine.”

She didn’t confirm it, nor did she deny it.

After having an overload of emotion, she couldn’t focus on anything other than the pleasure he inspired.

He brought her to another orgasm and kept her poised at the peak, desperate and begging for more. He didn’t give in, and only when he was ready for her to release did he come, and they came together, crying out each other’s name. His cum was inside the condom, but he filled her deeply as he thrust.

She felt each wave and every pulse of his cock as they came.

When it was over, they lay on the blanket, and she stared at him, tracing her finger up and down his arm.

“What are you thinking?” he asked.

“I don’t want to leave this moment.”

“You don’t have to. We can stay here forever.”

“You promise?”

“Haven’t you realized yet that whatever you wish for, I’m going to make sure comes true?”

“Are you my guardian angel?” she asked, teasing him.

“Nah, I’m a man who wants to give you the world.”

She didn’t deserve him.

He was so good to her.

“I want to give you everything you desire as well.”

He took her chin and kissed her lips. “You already do just by being you.”

They stayed curled around each other on the blanket. As the night wore on, a chill began to fill the air, and it wasn’t long before they had to move on.

“I’m not going to have you getting sick on me right now. Come on, I saw a hotel just a few miles back.”

Getting dressed, Wynter knew they’d come to a turning point in their relationship. They’d known each other a matter of weeks, and still thinking about how short a time they’d known each other, she was in shock. She’d never felt this way about anyone, and she couldn’t deny it either.

Whatever happened, she’d given her heart to Zane, and there was no way she saw of her ever getting it back, nor did she want to.

****

“What are you wanting, Princess?” he asked.

“I don’t know. There’s so many to choose from.”

Zane watched as she scanned all of the walls of the tattoo parlor he’d taken her to. The guy, Ray, was an expert, and had done most of the work on him, which was why he’d brought his woman in. He trusted the guy to do a good job, to not hurt her, and to not fuck it up.

“Where did you find her?” Ray asked.

He’d been standing by Zane as Princess stared at the walls.

“She’s my neighbor.”

“It must be special for you to bring her here. I don’t recall ever meeting one of your bitches before.”

“She’s not a bitch. She’s my woman.”

Ray held his hand up. “Okay, fine. You’re protective of this one, I get it.”

She stood on her tiptoes looking at the highest rose across one wall. The flower was blue, and he didn’t ever recall seeing a blue rose before. It looked beautiful as the main rose was blue with red flowers coming out of the stem.