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Maggie's mouth forms into an 'O', her eyes rolling back and I know without a doubt, his hard length is sliding into her. She's still standing in between my legs, leaning over me as Zayn begins pounding into her from behind.
Her breasts bounce in front of me as soft cries spill from her lips. I watch with fascination as wave after wave of pleasure lights up her face, her body shaking and rocking as Zayn fucks her hard.
Over her shoulder, I see Zayn. He smirks at me, never slowing down from his brutal pace as her cries and moans echo around the room. His hands are digging into her hips, holding her as he pulls her back onto his length, over and over.
"I'm close," she yells, and Zayn reaches down, rubbing her clit. I see her body tighten, her arms slowly starting to give out as she leans forward towards me. Her eyes are shut tight, mouth open as she finally lets out a loud whimper.
Maggie's body shakes above me, her arms only just holding her up as she comes hard. Zayn suddenly pulls out, spinning her around. She drops to her knees, and he grabs the back of her head, guiding her forward. His cock disappears into her mouth again, and this time, he's controlling the tempo as he face fucks her.
Her makeup is running down her face from her sweat and gag tears, as she grips his thighs.
I'm captivated, watching. My arousal is pooling between my thighs and I gasp quietly as Zayn groans loudly, stilling as he pours into her eager mouth.
Zayn stays in her mouth, waiting for her to patiently swallow and for his cock to stop pulsing before he slowly pulls back, letting it fall with a little plop.
I'm still stunned, watching as he flicks his head back, running his hands through his hair to push it back into place. His body is shimmering, covered in a thin layer of sweat. If I didn't know any better, I'd say his muscles are protruding even more from the workout, tensing with his ragged breaths.
Finally, I collect my senses. I stand up, reaching behind me to rip off the tag from the bra and panties. Grabbing my jeans and shirt from the ground, I pull them on, stuffing my other bra and thong into my pocket as best as I can.
Maggie stands, putting her uniform back on with shaky legs. Zayn takes his time getting dressed, pulling his jeans back on. I throw the tags at his bare chest. He catches them, looking at me curiously.
"Maggie," I say with clenched teeth as I head towards the door. "We're going to buy the outfit.Hewill be paying."
The trip back to the house is quiet. Zayn has an air of victory about him, grinning as he drives. I ignore him, watching the cars and people pass by as the night owls start to descend on the town.
He doesn't try to talk to me, but every so often, I feel his stare, daring me to look at him.
I've crossed boundaries again, morally and every other single way possible. This is bad, and no doubt Asher is going to want to know what happened. It's none of his business, yet I can't help but feel like it is. Zayn clearly has no issue with pushing us, and I'm terrified that there's still two rounds to go.
I also can't help but worry about Blake's dare, whenever that may come. He's even more unpredictable than Zayn. At least Zayn is playful and somewhat warm. Blake is cold, giving off the impression that he doesn't care about anything or anyone.
The Jeep pulls in through the property gates, heading down the driveway towards the house. A feeling of dread is creeping in, and I'm already prepared to head straight upstairs, lock my door and hide until tomorrow.
As soon as Zayn stops, I've got one leg out the door. I don't wait for him as I climb the stairs to head inside. I'm on a mission to avoid all human interaction the moment I get inside the house.
I swing the door open, hastily stepping in. There's no one in sight so I lunge for the stairs. I've barely hit the first three when Asher walks out of the living room.
"Rylee?" he calls out.
Stopping, I turn and look over my shoulder at him. He's dressed casually, arms crossed and even from here, I can smell the distinctive scent of beer.
So, he did go to the bar. I'm curious if he completed the dare, but deep down, I already know he did. I went easy on him, and I doubt he backed out.
Before I can turn and take off, the front door opens wider, revealing Zayn.
"Hi, brother," he says cheerfully to Asher. "I had arelaxingevening. Did you?"
I look at Asher, my own curiosity too much. He looks at me with a blank stare, before turning to Zayn, nodding twice.
A small feeling of jealousy hits me at his confirmation. Zayn looks at me, grinning.
"Rylee did her dare too. She absolutelynailedit."
Asher swiftly looks at me, but I can't meet his stare. I can feel his need to know emanating across the room.
Turning, I start climbing the stairs when Zayn calls out.
"Oh, Ry. Don't forget your shopping!"
