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Chapter 229
~Zara’s POV~
When I did that, Snow inhaled deeply, and my heart skipped a beat. My actions affected him, and I feel so good and empowered right now.
"You’re driving me crazy," he murmured, and the heat in his tone made me shiver.
I stood upright and turned to face him, a mischievous grin on my face.
"Your turn." His brow furrowed, and then a smile spread across his face. "I’ll show you mine if you show me yours."
He reached for the phone and placed it on his phone stand by the bedside table so I could see him, sitting on his bed.
Snow was wearing just a pair of trousers and a black T-shirt, which showed off his muscular body, and the sight of him was enough to make my heart skip a beat.
"Now, babe, show me more."
"Show you more," I teased and slowly turned around to give him a glimpse of my ass again.
I heard a deep growl come from him and when I glanced back at him, his eyes were burning with desire.
"Damn, woman. You’re a goddess," he muttered, his gaze never leaving mine.
"A goddess?" I echoed, a smirk tugging at my lips.
"Yes, a fucking goddess," he breathed, and his hand moved down to his pants to touch himself before stopping to blow a kiss in the air.
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~Snow’s POV~
The call was not unexpected, but I had never anticipated the conversation to take such an... interesting turn but it did.
After blowing Zara a kiss, she simply smiled and placed her hands on her hips, waiting for me to do something.
Admittedly, this was my first experience with over-the-phone sex. As much as Glacier and I were dying to do anything and something to her, I had to make sure this was memorable and pleasurable too.
But since she came up with this, let’s see just how far her naughtiness was.
"Take a seat, my love." She arched her eyebrow, and after about three seconds, she did as she was told, sitting on the bed and relaxing against the headboard.
A soft moan escaped her lips and when she opened ehr eyes, I knew she was ready.
"Sexy," Glacier appreciated the view of the space between her legs.
"You bet she is and she’s mine."
"Ours," Glacier corrected and I rolled my eyes at him.
"Now, love, tell me what to do." My voice came out rough, and her cheeks flushed.
She seemed to contemplate on what to ask me to do but suddenly her eyes sparkled with the same energy and fire that was filled with desire. "Take off your shirt."
"As you wish."
I did as she asked, tossing the garment aside and running a hand through my hair.
Zara’s eyes roamed over my chest, her breathing growing shallow.
"Go lower," she instructed and I smirked. Looks like I married a naughty wifey.
My fingers found the zipper, and I slowly pulled it down. Once done, I moved my hands to the waistband of my boxers and tugged them down, revealing my hardened length to her eyes.
Zara sucked in a breath, her eyes widening as she took me in, her tongue darting out to lick her lips.
I knew I was big, and even though we’d been intimate a few times, I could see the slight hesitation in her eyes—the way my size always seemed to intimidate her just a little.
"Snow," she gasped, licking her lips again, her voice soft and breathless.
"Zara," I whispered, my voice thick with need as I held her gaze. "I want you. Show me everything; show me your beautiful body and then, show me your sweet p*ssy."
"Snow," she murmured, her eyes never leaving me.
I could feel the ache of my arousal, the precum beading at my tip, and the way her gaze lingered made my heart race. Seeing the way her lips parted slightly, the way her chest rose and fell, only heightened the need coursing through me.
"Show me," I repeated, my tone firmer, my gaze intense. "I want to see you, Zara. All of you."
She swallowed, her throat bobbing, and nodded.
Slowly, her hands moved to her breasts, cupping them, and I couldn’t stop the sharp hitch in my breath. Then she parted her legs further and let one of her hands move down, her fingers rubbing circles around.
"What now?"
"Now," she said, licking her lips, "now you should touch yourself too."
I did, letting my fingers trail down my abdomen, stopping just above my crotch. "Like this?"
"Yes," she whispered, her voice catching. "But slower."
I followed her instructions, stroking myself, my cock throbbing beneath my touch.
Her gaze darkened, and I knew she was enjoying the show.
"That’s enough," she ordered, her voice steady, despite the arousal evident in her expression.
"And now?" I questioned.
"Now you should stroke your dick and think of me, imagine ypur dick going in and out of my pussy."
A wicked smirk played on my lips. "As you wish."
I gripped myself and began stroking slowly, her eyes watching me intently.
"Faster," she murmured, her breathing growing heavier as she began stroking her clit.
Zara’s moans filled the air and I sucked in a deep breath, damn she was good.
I obliged, moving faster, and soon, the tension was building, the pleasure coiling inside me.
"Harder," she urged, and I did.
Soon, I was pumping hard and fast, the image of her filling my mind, and the pressure was almost unbear.
"Stick two fingers in," I ordered her in the most sexy voice I could muster.
She moved her fingers back to her lips and stuck them inside her mouth.
I groaned, knowing she was teasing me, but watching her finger fuck her mouth slowly was all the turn-on I needed.
"Zara, please just..."
She pulled out her fingers, eyes locked on me, and the next second, drove her fingers into her core.
At once she arched her back, her legs trembling from the sensation as her juices pooled out of her.