Chapter 59 Zoe

• The words push me wild. I slide down his body, not breaking the pump of my hips—the strapon plunging deep as I go. My mouth finds his cock, tongue flicking the head, tasting the salty bead there. I lick along the shaft, slow and teasing, before sucking hard, hollowing my cheeks. He bucks up, a strangled cry ripping from his throat.
• 'Zoe—your mouth... shit, suck me dry,' he pants, one hand fisting my hair, the other clutching the couch. 'Keep fucking my ass while you do it. Please.'
• I take him deeper, lips stretching around his thickness, bobbing as I thrust the strapon in sync. The dual motion drives him insane—his hole pulsing around the silicone, cock throbbing on my tongue. I hum around him, vibrations making him curse, his hips jerking erratically.