His hands skate over my ass, up my back, and grab a handful of my hair, giving it a gentle tug. His other arm stays clamped over my hips, keeping me in place.

All thoughts vanish as we race to see who can pleasure the other one more.

“Ah, fuck, woman.” He rips his mouth away. “Get on my dick.”

Panting and grinning, I sit up and slide my hand up and down his slick shaft a few times. “Make up your mind. Get on my face. Get on my dick. Which is it?”

His hands clamp down on my hips, holding me in place. “Ride my dick,” he grits out. “Now.”

Careful not to disturb his injury, I brace myself with my hands on his shins, line myself up and sink down. “Oh,” I gasp.

He slaps his hand against my ass twice. “God damn your ass is fucking beautiful. Harder.”

I place my hands on the mattress, leaning forward to give him a really good show and ease myself up and down.

“Fuck.” His voice strains. “That’s good.”

Blood thunders through my ears. My nerve endings go wild. “Z, I’m—”

“I feel you. Keep coming.” He slaps my ass again, setting me off. “Ride me.”

The orgasm barrels down on me and I almost collapse.

I throw my head back and he grabs my hair, gently tugging.

“Turn. Want to see you,” he rasps. He groans when I pull myself off and again when I stand over him.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” I’m staring down at his injury, wondering how I’m going to make this work.

“The only pain I’m feeling is in my balls. Get down here.” He grabs at my hand and tugs.

As carefully as possible, I slide down. He grabs my hips and pulls me forward. “There you go. Perfect. Work that pussy.”

“I’m doing all the work.”

“I know. It’s fucking awesome.” He places his hand at the back of my head and pulls me down for a kiss.

His other hand presses down on my ass while he thrusts up into me. Being so tightly held, so close to him, triggers another orgasm and I scream against his mouth.

“Fuck,” he groans. His hand fists in my hair. Good god, how many hands does he have? His arms clamp down around me while his hand pulls my hair, keeping me strung tight while he comes with a roar.

“Oh my god,” I keep whispering over and over.

“Nope, just me.” He grins and bucks his hips, sending me tumbling to the side.

After reconnecting, reuniting, reassuring each other that we’re okay and well, fucking ourselves limp, Z pulls me close. Warm skin on warm skin. He runs his fingers through my hair and kisses my cheek.

“What happened?” I whisper.

“Let’s just say, he’s somewhere he’s never going to bother you or any other woman again.”