A to Zane by Cherie Nicholls Page A

stroked his erection.
    “Dirty girl.” He slowly let go of her hair.
    “The dirtiest.” She moved back down, making sure to keep eye contact. She kissed the head of his cock. A bead of precum leaked from the top. Abby licked the tip, and he sucked in a sharp breath.
    The sense of power she had was intoxicating. This man’s pleasure was in her hands, figuratively and literally.
    She took as much of him as she could into her mouth and stopped moving. She gave a soft hum. The vibration caused Zane to suck air through his teeth.
    “Jesus, baby.”
    Abby bobbed up and down. She knew what he wanted, what he needed, but he was going to have to ask for it.
    “Harder, suck me harder,” Zane told her.
    Abby didn’t obey. She carried on sucking him with just a little pressure.
    “Abby, baby, you know what I need. You can’t hurt me. I need harder.”
    She knew she couldn’t hurt him. The last time they’d been together like this, he’d taught her exactly how much he could take and how much he loved her treating him rough.
    Abby pulled back keeping just the tip in her mouth. With a glint in her eye, she slowly shook her head, making sure not to lose her prize.
    Zane gave a growl, leaned over, and flipped her skirt up, baring her ass. A smack landed against her butt, the sharp pain causing the dampness between her legs to increase.
    “You know what I like, and I know what you like, dirty girl. Now suck my dick hard, or you won’t get the spanking you clearly need.” He punctuated his words with a series of quick taps, none as hard as she wanted.
    She went to work, sucking him hard. The more pressure she used, the more he spanked. Never once in the same place. It didn’t take long before Zane was trying to pull her off.
    “Baby, I’m going to come.” Abby knocked his hand away and took him deep. The first spurt of his cum hit the back of her throat, and she swallowed.
    “Fuck, baby. Yeah…oh…yeah…that’s right, swallow me. Don’t you miss a drop.” He reached under her waist and found her clit.
    A sharp tap against the distended bud had her own orgasm hitting hard. She screamed around his length.
    “That’s it, baby, that’s it. Scream for me.”
    By the time her body quieted, he’d moved her back into her seat and had secured his clothes back into place.
    “You didn’t need to do that,” he told her, starting the car.
    “No, but I wanted to.” Abby lay back in the seat and closed her eyes, resting for the rest of the car ride home. If nothing else, she just made sure he remembered her when he left. Because she was never forgetting him.
    When they got back to her parents’ house, they’d checked in with her folks and headed up to their room. Abby shook her head. Not our room, my room. She had to keep reminding herself Zane wasn’t for keeps.
    Now they sat on her bed, Abby in her comfy old PJs, and him looking ten levels of sexy in his sweatpants and not much else.
    “So security then?” she asked as they munched on a cheesecake her mother had given them.
    “Yep, my dad’s a sheriff. It was kind of a natural progression after I left the service.”
    “You keep saying the ‘service’, but you don’t ever say what branch. Army, air force, navy?” Abby asked, taking a bite of the dessert.
    Zane laughed and drank a glass of milk. They’d spent the evening dining on fine food, and the image of Zane simply drinking milk turned her into a giant pool of want.
    “A little of everything,” he finally said, placing the glass on the side table.
    “Which means what?”
    “I worked as part of a team that went into different countries and helped out where we could. I was trained by all five divisions of our armed forces. So I can’t really call myself one above the others.” Zane gave her a shrug.
    “That’s all a bit cloak and dagger. But I won’t push. I’m guessing it’s above my pay grade.” She smiled and took another bite of her cheesecake.
    “If I told you I’d have to kill