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While I lower myself to my knees in front of him, I wonder how long I’ll be able to keep up with his crazy sex pace. I have a hard time reading Zayne, but one thing is clear as day–he has a hell of a good time shoving his cock into my holes. As if reading my mind, he says,
“Fucking you has become my new hobby, wild flame. But a promise is a promise.” He grabs my shoulders and pulls me between his legs, my tits pressing into his balls. “I won’t abuse your pussy anymore today. But I will come all over these pretty tits.”
His large hands slide down my back, covering my shoulder blades completely while he rubs his cock against my tits. In a few moves, his dick is lodged between them. I purposefully press my arms to my sides to make them swell, keeping him nestled between my mounds. He grunts in appreciation, his powerful thighs flexing.
“You have the most beautiful breasts,” he growls.
“You’re just saying that.”
He cocks an eyebrow. “You’re flirting.”
I squeeze my breasts tighter and stick out my tongue, inviting him to put the broad head of his dick on it. I must be crazy. Though my body isn’t shaking anymore–courtesy of the croissants, marmalade and orange juice–I’m still sore everywhere. Zayne Thorngren is a sex god who could suck the life out of me.
But I’m determined to make an impact on him, to make him come so hard that it shakes him to the bone. He said that fucking me has become his new hobby, so then I’ll be unforgettable to him or die trying.
His eyebrows dip, and his beautifully contoured lips fall open as he focuses on my tongue.
“Look at you inviting me to soil you,” he says, hand wrapped around the nape of my neck to keep me steady while he runs that dick along my tongue. “And I’m happy to oblige.”
I moan at the feel of his massive cock rubbing on my tongue. It’s so big, it ranges from my breasts to my chin. I stare up at him from under my eyebrows, daring him to keep his word.
“I promised I wouldn’t fuck your mouth either, and I always keep my promises, even if it fucking hurts. But you’re deliberately making this hard on me, so be prepared for my punishment.”
His hand tightens around the back of my neck, reminding me that he could force me to do anything, such as take his cock deep down my throat in one go. But what he does is slap my tits with it, then take my hands to wrap them around it. I do need both palms to cover him from root to head, making me look like a young human worshiping a god of sex. He thrusts into my grip, and I squeeze until the crest turns purple.
His cum squirts onto my chin and my chest, his deep groan delighting my ears. I could listen to the sounds of pleasure this evil god makes for the rest of my life. It hits me that I might never be able to enjoy another man the way I enjoy him, relish the sight of his body tightening with sensation, veins popping through those muscles adorned with scars. His face is so beautiful, and his body so brutal that I rub against my own thighs, coming for him. Shame stains my cheeks as his eyes fly to my face–he knows it. He knows what just happened. I expect a triumphant, superior grin to curl up his lips, but instead he grabs my cheeks and bends down, closing his mouth on mine.
Time stands still, and my ears start to ring.
Another kiss.
Far from what I expected of a man who enjoys debasing me. Who made me his whore.
His tongue flicks over my lips, tempting them to open. And when they do, allowing him to flood my mouth like a wave of desire, I moan and lean into him, his cum trickling over my fists that are still closed around his pulsing dick. The kiss is so deep and full that it takes my breath away, but when I try to pull back, Zayne’s hand wraps around my throat.
Keeping me put, he sinks his teeth into my lip. I swallow a yelp. When he finally lets go, I gasp for air, and his eyes are burning.
“Don’t you try to get away from me, wild flame,” he says gutturally, his gaze thick with a visceral need for possession. “It won’t go down smoothly for you. You’ve got me wrapped around your little finger right now, and I’m sure you want to keep things that way.”
He gets up to his feet, lifting me up along with him.
“Now, let’s get cleaned up and pack your things. We’re leaving.”
I have trouble finding balance on my feet when he lets go of me.
“We’re what?”
“Like I said, I need you under my watch all the time, and that means you can’t stay at this hotel. You are, after all, my most valuable investment.”
