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I try to shift, to get some more friction, but I am so entangled that I can’t move and have to bear the onslaught of slow-burning pleasure as he slowly and calmly uses his fingers to get me off.
Just as I am about to reach the edge, my helpless moans increasing in sound, he pulls them out.
I make a cry of protest, and then I feel him unhook my legs as the boxers are forced off of me and tossed aside.
The next thing I know, he has three fingers stuffed inside me, and I am rocking against them this time. I am so lost in the hot pleasure as he forces me into an orgasm that his harsh breathing nearly misses my notice.
Zayn is slowly losing control.
“Tell me what you feel?” he snarls and my mind in shambles, the pleasure so much, my body so aroused, I let out a moaning sound as I become rigid, a visible ripple of pleasure running through my entire body.
But Zayn isn’t done with me yet.
He makes me ride out the orgasm, my face flushed, and then he adds a fourth finger, making me let out a short scream of both pain and pleasure.
It is so much.
Too much.
“Tell me!” His voice is a bark as he rocks the fingers inside me, as I writhe in his grasp, my arms still behind me.
“It feels so good!” I sob out. I feel almost shocked, panicked at the sharp pleasure that keeps tearing through me. “Oh, oh! I like it!”
The words are torn from me, unable to deny him anything right now.
The words satisfy him, please him, and he almost purrs, “I know you do.”
When I bite my lower lip at the next orgasm that comes rolling in, I feel him viciously pull my head back in an almost painful grip. “I want to hear your voice.”
The authority in his voice is my undoing as he hisses. “I want to hear you lose control. I want to hear you scream and beg.”
And so I do.
I scream when he sends me over the edge, and my hair is slick with sweat, my body shaking from how many orgasms he drew out of me. His fingers, wet with my cream, move to squeeze my breast, and toy with my nipples.
“Do you want my cock, Eve?” His tone is sly now.
I am so far gone that I just nod with a whimper, feeling empty inside as he has now withdrawn all his fingers. My pussy aches, wanting to be filled by something thicker, fatter, longer.
“Please,” I whimper, feeling the way he tugs my head back again in a harsh grip.
He breathes close to my cheek and then smirks against it. “Then you know how to ask for it. Go ahead.”
He is breaking me down.
Even in this pleasure-induced haze, I see how deliberate his actions are. He is not going to leave me with anything, stripping me of my pride, my arrogance, everything.
And I still feel safe.
Because I know he will return it to me later.
So, I beg him for his cock, and I feel him chuckle, delighted.
I am so wet that he slides into me easily. My head snaps up and my spine curves at the jolt of hot pleasure.
“That’s it,” Zayn murmurs, his voice hoarse. “Take it, Eve. You want it, don’t you? Take it in even deeper.”
And I do.
