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He may want to keep that orgasm out of reach, but the dam breaks and the pleasure welled inside spills all around his girth.
I can’t take my eyes off of him as I keep coming in the longest climax I ever experienced, my hands gripping the vanity table. No doubt that the guests in the adjacent rooms can hear us, but I’m beyond caring. If anything, the idea of getting fucked in a hotel room by my evil husband’s greatest enemy has me cursing and convulsing. I don’t think I’m a pretty sight, twitching like I’m being electrocuted, but there’s no way I can control this avalanche of sensation that cascades all through my body. I’m sure I look nothing like the women in porn movies, but Zayne stares at me as if I’m the most fascinating thing.
“Fuck woman, you’re magnificent.” The hand on my throat snakes up to my jaw, cupping it with care, the way you would a precious artifact you just discovered in the desert. His fingers trail over my jaw and, for a moment, I feel divine. Like a goddess, worshiped by a god.
“Two,” I say. “I swear there were only two.” Something in me craves to persuade him of the truth even if it might end up infuriating him.
This time, it doesn’t.
He turns my head to him with a gentleness that I didn’t think those fingers capable of. When I met him yesterday, he appeared all civilized and controlled. Then I discovered a beast who uses his dick as a means of punishment. But now? Now he’s something entirely different, and that strange familiarity returns.
Those beautiful eyes roam my face, hypnotizing me. It’s like he sees something arresting, too. I don’t even realize when he lowers his face enough that our lips touch, current running down my back and melting my spine. Next thing I know, he’s kissing me, tasting me like I’m the sweetest juice. How can a man who used me savagely just minutes ago make me feel so blissful? His massive dick pulses inside my pussy, the warmth of his seed filling me.
My eyes blast wide, and he notices the surprise in them.
“Don’t worry,” he rumbles. “I know you’re on birth control. I’ve seen your medical records.”
So he got his hands on that, but he doesn’t know how many men I slept with. Or he just didn’t believe the information because of the dominatrix image I projected to the world.
“You know what that means, don’t you?” he continues, tracing the line of my jaw with his finger. “That I’m going to come inside you every time we fuck, which is going to be hard and often.”
“I suppose that’s our new arrangement, then,” I mutter. “You keep me protected, and I keep my legs spread for you, and my mouth ready to be fucked.”
He grins, obviously liking what he just heard. “Good girl.”
He eases himself out of me, his cum leaking out onto my inner thighs. For a moment I worry that I’ll collapse to the floor if he removes his arms from around me, but what he does is scoop me up in his arms and lay me on the bed. I realize that our bodies have been connected in some way the entire evening, but now he stands by the side of the bed, taking in the sight of my body and what he did to it.
I’m shaking everywhere, a mess sprawled on the bed, my mouth and my pussy battered by his cock. And by the way he’s staring at me, he wants another go.
“I don’t know if I can do this again,” I manage, the afterglow of climax still traveling through me in waves. I’m also pretty sure my eyes tell a different story as they slither down his body. I reach out to trace his abs, and this time he lets me. Yet the moment I make to stroke one of those burn scars he grabs my wrists, holding them hostage on either side of my head, and climbs on top of me.
“I don’t think you realize just how much trouble you got yourself into when you walked into my office yesterday.” His voice is like restrained thunder, his powerful thighs pushing my legs aside. I just lie under him, my wrists trapped in his large hands, letting him do whatever he wants with me.
My eyes move down to those scars as his muscles flex under them. I would have never guessed this was what hid beneath the clothes of the mighty man at the top of BioThorn.
“Talk about deceiving appearances, huh?” He thrusts in forcefully. With his cum still inside me, mingling with my own wetness, lubrication isn’t a problem. I thought that my exhaustion and run-down body would be spent, but he’s fucking irresistible. The blissful tension mounts again, and I spill within minutes of him using me while I lay limp under him.
But even after I come again, he doesn’t stop. He keeps going and going. When he notices that I’m about to pass out, he starts talking. I can hardly make any sense of his words beyond, “Give me his name, the guy before Joseph.” He says something about beating him to a fucking pulp for having been my first, but at this point, he must be talking to himself. I’m obviously losing my head, my body at his disposal to fill with cum and soreness as everything fades to black.
