Moira tries to writhe underneath of me, but I hold her tight. If not for her moans of pleasure, I would be worried I was hurting her, but I’m not sure anything could stop this tempest that I’m unleashing on her body.

Deep, penetrating thrusts.

Skin slapping… her warm, wet muscles massaging me to near madness. The smell of our mutual arousal coating my senses.

As I heave my body against hers, I can’t help the grunting noises that start to come out of me… reminding me that at this moment, I’m more animal than human.

I f**k her hard, throwing every bit of reserve and control out the window.

Moira’s soft pants of “Yes, yes, yes,” fuel me on as I drill into her over and over again.

Suddenly, Moira’s entire body spasms and her inner walls clench onto me in a warm, wet vice as I realize she’s orgasming. She screams so loudly that I know her throat will be sore tomorrow, and I feel my own balls pull upward tightly, prepared to rocket my seed deep into her body.

I release my grip on her neck and bring that hand to her other hip. Angling both of my thumbs inward, I spread her ass cheeks apart, just so I can get a better look at the way my cock, which is wet with her desire, speeds in and out of her with frantic need.

My own cl**ax starts boiling, and a warm flush spreads across my skin. My head spins as I slam into her again and again, until finally I’m firing off into her. My entire body falls onto her back, pushing her flat to the floor as I start to come. I have no control over myself. Even as wave after wave of pleasure courses through me, my h*ps continue to pump at her backside, my c**k only able to make shallow purchase but still moving within her until I’m absolutely and completely milked dry.

Even after I’m empty, tiny spasms continue to run up and down my spine, in what must be the longest, hardest orgasm I’ve ever had in my entire life.

I never knew.

Never knew it could be this way.

Never knew that losing control could be so f**king satisfying.

Chapter 10

Moira

“Please don’t stop,” I beg Zach, my hands gripped tightly in his hair as his tongue laps furiously between my legs.

He raises his head slightly and stares at me hard. “About time you came to your senses.”

I giggle… the sound escaping before I give it thought, and he grins at me with shiny, wet lips. Then I push his face back down to my pu**y, so he can start feasting again.

Not five minutes ago, my cries had all been, “Stop, stop”.

I was completely overwhelmed that Zach wanted to go down on me just minutes after he had ejaculated inside of me. He had rolled off my body, lying on his back beside me on the carpet. I turned my head to look at him, saw the flushed satisfaction on his face as he stared at the ceiling, even as his chest still heaved with exertion.

He turned his head to the side and stared at me, and my heart flipped over as I saw desire still there, but also a small flame of tenderness. He moved lightning fast, surprising me since he looked beyond wrecked after that frantic f**king he just unleashed on me.

Grabbing me by the shoulders, he flipped me onto my back and pulled my underwear free of my body. Before I could even utter a protest, he spread my legs wide and moved in between them. Staring at my pu**y, he said, “I need you on my tongue again.”

“Wait—” I tried to tell him as he started to lower his face.

“No,” was all he said, and then he ran his tongue straight up my middle, capturing my own wetness along with his se**n that I could feel trickling out.

My hands came to his head and tried to push him away. “Zach… stop. Let me take a shower.”

He lifted his mouth just long enough to say, “No,” and then he dove back down again.

I was so thoroughly shocked, mortified, and completely titillated that he didn’t mind lapping up our mixed essences. But then again, Zach has no real concept of our culture’s sexual boundaries.

Not that this was necessarily a boundary. It’s just that I never would have imagined a man wanting to do that, but Zach is a man that makes his own rules.

I’ve never had a man come inside of me without a condom before. But I never gave it a moment’s hesitation when I was at that moment just before Zach slammed his way inside of me. He’d had a complete health screening while we were still in Brasilia, and even though I figured there were no sexually transmitted diseases within his tribe, the added assurance from the doctor made f**king without condoms an absolute must-try in my opinion.

Even now… I can’t muster up enough energy within me to care that I’ve broken my own code of morals when it came to submitting to Zach. The minute he pinned me to the ground, I knew I had no fight left. I didn’t care about anything other than feeling him inside of me, knowing that I could potentially be throwing away my career.

It just didn’t matter.

Having Zach was too consuming of a need for me to try to battle against it.

Oh, the things the man can do with his tongue. He’s a fast learner, but he has his own style. I’ve never had a man’s mouth so dedicated to that sensitive place between my thighs.

Zach is almost like an animal… and I’d like to imagine him as a powerful, sleek jaguar that sees me as his sexual prey. His tongue laps, flutters, flicks, and plunges. When he groans in pleasure, it vibrates against my flesh. He absolutely gorges himself on me. He doesn’t leave any part of my pu**y neglected and as I rake my fingers into his scalp, my cries turn from “stop” to “more”.