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I couldn’t stop looking at the stranger behind me.
We made eye contact.
I felt like he was fucking me, too.
Zach gripped my jaw—touching so much of my bare skin—and steered it back to face him. “Look at me right now before I stab this bastard right in the heart.”
“You can’t go around killing everyone who looks at me.”
“I’m afraid I can and fucking will. Don’t try me.”
I believed him wholeheartedly.
He’d sliced a man for less. Foralmostpinching my ass.
This man was fantasizing about fucking me while I was in Zach’s arms.
I stared straight into Zach’s eyes, the waves of pleasure from the orgasm crashing against my skin.
“What do you care?” I taunted him with a smile, still riding his swollen crown, mixing my cum with his pre-cum. “I can do whatever I want—with whomever I want. You’re going to have a fiancée in half a second. We’re not exclusive. We’re not even in a relationship.”
His lips thinned. “The marriage won’t be real.”
“The ring will be and so will the paperwork.” I warned, “I’m not going to sleep with a married man.”
“It wouldn’t be cheating. We’re both free to take lovers as we please.” His abs contracted as he tried to keep himself from coming. “And I’ll be cured long before I put a ring on, so don’t worry. Neither of you are endgame. Not her, and not you.”
His words stung, but before I had a chance to let the insult fully sink in, he squeezed his cock, wincing as though he was in pain.
He pulled out of my soaked underwear and came, firing thick strings of hot cum all over my stomach. We watched in fascination as he marked me, jet after jet.
Our eyes met after a few seconds.
“You touched me,” I croaked.
His eyes looked angry, his mouth curled in a snarl. For a moment, I thought he’d lash out at me. That he’d run out and give himself third-degree burns washing my presence away from him.
I shook with anticipation and dread.
But instead, Zach grabbed me by the waist—fingers shaking, touching my skin—and brought me up to my feet with him.
Without a word, he collected the tattered clothes I’d discarded on the floor—nowcompletely wet—and tossed the balled fabric into my arms without touching me.
I stood frozen, my back still to our intruder.
“Put your bra and pants on, Octi.”
I did as I was told, though I had no idea why. It defied my nature to be obedient. Maybe I really did fear that he’d put a knife between that dude’s brows.
I pushed my jeans up my legs with a struggle, then did my bra.
Zach twirled my hair around his fist, using it as a rope to turn me before I had a chance to toss my shirt over my head.
We walked toward our intruder together, him guiding me with the makeshift leash. His sticky white cum slid down my stomach and into my jeans.
Shamefully, my clit tingled again, just from the thought of it leaking into my pussy.
We stopped a couple feet from the stranger.
