Zura was still catching his breath when Venessa climbed over him again. Her lips were slick, cheeks flushed, and a thin string of spit still clung to her chin. She wiped it with the back of her hand, smirking.
"You're not done," she said. It wasn't a question.
Zura looked down. He was already hardening again, twitching against his thigh.
"Yeah," he muttered, voice deep and low, "neither are you."
She raised a brow. "Oh? Someone's got his confidence back."
Zura grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her down. His mouth crushed hers—sloppy, wet, filled with heat. She moaned into the kiss, grinding against him, her breath getting rough again.
But he didn't want to kiss.
He wanted her mouth again.
He pushed her back down. Not gently.
"Open."
Venessa obeyed, tongue out, lips parted.
He slapped his cock against her tongue a few times—wet, heavy sounds echoing in the quiet room. She moaned at the taste, already addicted.
Then he pushed in.
No slow tease this time.
She choked.
"Take it," he growled.
His hands were in her hair again—gripping tight, guiding her head up and down his shaft like she was his toy. Venessa moaned as she took him deeper, her jaw straining. No hands this time. Just her mouth, her throat, and Zura's grip holding her there.
He set a rough rhythm—fast, deep, unforgiving.
Her mascara was smudged now, her eyes glassy. Drool spilled out from the corners of her mouth, dripping down to her chest.
Zura didn't stop.
He thrust up into her face, her nose pressed against his skin with every stroke. Her throat clenched, gagging again, and again, and again—but she never pulled back. Not once.
"Yeah… just like that," he hissed, watching her fall apart.
Venessa moaned louder, almost feral, like she needed this. Her fingers dug into his thighs, holding herself steady as he used her mouth like it was nothing.
She looked ruined.
Tears streaked down her cheeks now, her hair a tangled mess. And still she kept going, matching his pace like she was starving for it.
Zura felt the pressure build again—too fast, too sharp.
He grunted. "Fuck—I'm gonna—"
She sealed her lips tighter around him, taking him straight to the base.
He exploded again, harder this time.
Her eyes fluttered as his cum spilled into her mouth. She swallowed immediately, never breaking contact.
And when it was over, when his hands finally loosened, she pulled back, panting.
Spit and cum mixed on her tongue. She let some of it drip from her mouth on purpose—messy, dirty, proud.
Zura stared at her.
She licked the tip one more time.
Then, Venessa crawled back up, slow and graceful, her hands trailing along Zura's thighs like she was touching something sacred. Her eyes locked onto his—half-lidded, dark, hungry.
"You've had your fun," she whispered, licking the corner of her lips. "Now it's my turn."
Zura was still recovering, chest rising and falling, but his cock wasn't. It twitched again, already standing back at attention under her stare.
Venessa grinned.
She straddled him without asking—hips sinking low, not yet touching, just letting the heat between them build. Her wetness was right there, teasing his tip. He could feel her dripping onto him, the slick glide of her folds brushing along his shaft.
"Damn…" Zura muttered, trying to grab her hips.
She swatted his hands away.
"Nope. Hands to yourself, lover boy."
He blinked. "You're really gonna—?"
"I'm gonna ride you slow," she whispered, leaning close to his ear. Her breath was hot. "And you're not allowed to come until I say."
Zura groaned, his hands curling into the sheets. "Shit, you're evil."
Venessa laughed softly, then shifted her hips down and sank onto him in one smooth, steady motion.
They both gasped.
She was warm. Tight. Every inch of him was wrapped in her heat.
Venessa didn't move at first. She just sat there, buried to the hilt, eyes fluttering as her body adjusted around him.
Then—inch by inch—she started to grind.
Not bounce. Not thrust.
Just slow, deliberate circles with her hips, like she was trying to milk him slowly, take her time and drive him insane.
Zura's breath hitched.
"Fuck… you feel so good."
Venessa leaned down, placing her palms flat against his chest. "You're gonna feel everything tonight."
She rolled her hips again, faster this time, dragging her clit along his skin with every pass. Her moans started soft, but they built quickly—low, breathy sounds that matched the rhythm.
Zura's hands twitched at his sides.
"I wanna touch you," he said, voice strained.
Venessa smirked. "Beg."
His eyes narrowed. "Seriously?"
"Beg."
Zura clenched his jaw. "Please… fuck—please let me touch you."
She paused, like she was deciding.
Then she grabbed his wrists and placed them on her hips.
"Good boy," she whispered.
He didn't waste a second.
His fingers dug into her skin as she started moving again, this time with real motion—up, down, grinding again at the base before rising once more.
The room filled with wet sounds and soft moans.
Venessa rode him with slow intensity, leaning forward to kiss his jaw, his neck, biting down gently before moving to his lips.
"You're close, aren't you?"
He nodded.
She tightened her muscles around him, deliberately squeezing.
He groaned. "Fuck—Venessa—"
"No," she whispered against his lips. "Not yet."
She rolled her hips again, faster now.
Her breasts bounced softly with the rhythm, her fingers digging into his chest as she rode him harder. Sweat dripped down her back. Her hair clung to her face.
Zura's head fell back, his control slipping fast.
"Venessa, I swear—"
She stopped.
Just froze, right there on top of him, still full.
Zura's eyes shot open. "What the fuck—?"
She smiled down at him. "I said not yet."
And then, with a wicked grin, she clenched again—and started riding him harder than before.
This time, she let herself moan loudly. Her rhythm went wild—fast, rough, desperate.
Zura lost it.
He grabbed her waist, lifted his hips, started meeting her thrusts.
Their bodies clashed, the bed creaked, the air filled with gasps and moans and curses.
Venessa bit her lip, eyes wild. "Now."
That was all he needed.
He came with a grunt, holding her tight, buried deep.
She followed a second later, collapsing onto his chest, her nails scratching down his arms as her orgasm tore through her.
They stayed like that for a while—breathless, tangled, sweaty.
Finally, Venessa looked up, smiling.
"You lasted longer than I thought."
Zura chuckled, brushing her hair from her face. "You're fucking dangerous."
She kissed him again, slow and messy.
"Damn right I am."
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A/N- Hey guys, so Webnovel rejected contract appeal of my OG novel, which technically means that this novel doesn't qualify for the monthly contest. Without a contract, the novel won't earn, and a novel that doesn't earn them money won't be chosen as a winner.
I am so lost right now and don't know what to do. I was trying my best.