Four Play by Maya Banks, Shayla Black Page A

loving motion that belied the urgent way his hips shoved toward her.
    He sank deep, held himself there for a long moment, and then eased back out, allowing her a moment to catch her breath. Then he repeated the action, his hand covering hers, moving both his hand and hers up and down his rigid erection.
    “Do you want me to come in your mouth, Zoe?”
    She tilted her head back, allowing the head of his dick to rest on her bottom lip. He stared down at her, his gaze so intense it raised goose bumps down her arms.
    She nodded and sucked the tip farther into her mouth again. He closed his eyes and groaned and then pushed forward with his hips until her mouth met their joined hands.
    “Then do it, baby. Make me come.”
    He released her hand and delved his fingers into her hair so that both his hands were holding her head. She gripped his cock and sucked him deep. She began to move faster, gripped him harder, moving in rhythm with her mouth.
    His fingers tightened in her hair, and he strained forward, going up on tiptoe. No longer was she doing all the work. He fucked hard, going as deep as he could. She jerked harder and began swallowing as soon as the first hot jet of semen splashed over her tongue.
    He filled her mouth again, and she had to swallow rapidly to keep up. He came and kept coming until some of the semen spilled down her chin. He slid one last time to the very back of her throat and held there as his entire body trembled against her.
    Finally he let go, withdrawing from her mouth. Some of the liquid dripped onto the floor as she gulped for air. She reached up to wipe her mouth with the back of her hand, but Brody stopped her.
    He put his fingers under her chin and tipped her up so he could see her. He smiled. A predatory male smile that screamed satisfaction. His eyes gleamed with an unholy light that almost scared her.
    “Now this is my fantasy,” he rasped out. “You on your knees and my cum all over your mouth.”
    She smiled faintly. It was all she could manage. She was out of breath and if she tried to stand right now, she’d hit the floor.
    He reached down, holding both his hands to her. She slid her fingers into his grip and let him help her up. Then he turned her in Tate’s direction and gently urged her forward.
    She took an unsteady step, but Tate was there to help her. His jeans were drawn tight at his groin, and his hands trembled against her flesh.
    He took her by the shoulders and led her to the couch, to the big, fluffy arm at the end. Without a word, he pushed her down so that her belly cradled the arm. She wiped her mouth with her arm before putting both hands down on the cushions for support. Her feet left the floor as she got into a more comfortable position.
    Again she heard the sound of a zipper, and she tensed as Tate’s hands palmed her ass. He caressed the cheeks and then slipped one hand below, his fingers sliding through her wetness.
    “Oh yeah, you’re ready for me,” he breathed.
    The head of his cock bumped against her before he found the spot and thrust deep. She closed her eyes and surged forward as he rippled across swollen tissues.
    If she expected him to go at it like a dog after a bitch in heat, she was wrong. He was surprising—achingly—gentle.
    He withdrew slowly, and the sensation across her super-sensitive flesh was amazing. Then he inched forward, stopping and then pushing, working back to his depth with slow, measured movements.
    She tried to push back against him, wanting, needing something more. It was driving her insane and she was already so aroused from Brody’s blowjob that it wouldn’t take much to get her off.
    Tate seemed to know that, and it also seemed he was determined to torture her.
    She groaned helplessly. “Tate, please.”
    His palm smoothed over her buttocks, to the small of her back and then up her spine in sweet, reassuring caresses. God, it felt good to be touched by this man.
    Then he leaned down and kissed the area between her shoulder