Chapter 229.
"Next time you want me to fuck you little spit fire," Zane murmurs to me. "You will ask me very nicely and when you do..."
I cry out when he suddenly hooks his hands under my ass and lifts me up. I legs instinctively wrap around his torso as hi holds my body to him while hus other hand continues to finger my dripping pussy.
"When you do little spitfire," he continues. " you will fucking say please."
He turns and stalks up to the bed and my heart lurches into my throat as he drops me, the second I land on the bed he’s on me....he spreads my legs apart and practically tears my underwear wear away. Zane kneels down in front of me, seeing him on his knees alone does a lot of things to my body. He knees and drags me to the edge of the bed, and his lips closes around my pussy, the moment I have his tongue the a sigh slips out of me while Zane groans loudly and... "fuck!." He swears.
He tastes me hungrily like a man starving and he finally got his food. I hiss in pleasure my hands slipping in to his hair, grabbing and pulling tightly. He pulls back to deliver a quick smack to my pussy...and i get it, his punishing me for pulling on his hair so hard. He goes back to eat it after though and when i feel his tongue drag up my slit, its like an electrical shock going through my body and my eyes roll to the back of my head.
Holy. Fuckkkk!!
My hips jerk off the bed and I pull my hand from his hair and drape it over my mouth to muffle the lewd , humiliating sounds of pleasure coming from my mouth.
Sweet baby Jesus.
It feels so good it’s like nothing I’ve ever known before, I do touch myself occasionally but this....this doesn’t even hold a candle to my fingers. All I can do it moan and writhhle in pure ecstasy, as he wraps his tongue over my aching clit and swirls over it, when he sinks two fingers inside my greedy pussy and curls it to hit my gspot, my hips lift off the bed as I scream my release, my orgasm rolling through me in deep waves. He’s mouth stays right on my clit, swirling as wave after wave hits me and my body practically feels like it’s convulsing.
My ears are still ringing when he gets up and takes off his belt and trousers, my eyes drops to his ridiculously chiseled abs....fuck this man is sooo hot he could definitely pass for a run way model.
His pants open and drops, followed by his briefs and I’m left staring at his very thick cock as he wraps a hand around it and strokes...and it’s so hot watching him do that, I almost come again.
He adjusts me on the bed and climbs onto it, then he pushes my thighs apart and moves between then. And when he eases the head of his thick length into my swollen pussy, my breath caches in my throat, when I feel his cock sink into my pussy. My eyes widen, we’ve had sex before but it’s been a while. He is so fucking big, it’ makes me feel sooo freaking full. He keeps going, sinking inch after inch of his length in me. He groans as the last inch of him is now completely buried inside me and it’s like I’m breaking apart when he starts thrusting inside me, because I’m coming again. I scream my hips jerking off the bed, my body shuddering as the orgasm rips through me.
Holy shit.....I came from just a few thrusts.
"Good girl." Zane murmurs in my ear. "Making this pussy more wet so I can fuck the living daylights out of you."
His mouth slams into mine as he continues to thrust in and out and I whine into his mouth clinging to him like a life line.
Then when Zane starts to actually fuck me, it’s sooooo freaking good. It’s fast and hard and wild. It’s almost like a Frenxy, and I find myself thanking Zane for sending the staff home, because I can’t control the moans coming out from me.
For years after being raped, the mere idea of having sex with someone made me feel dirty and angry. And even if I ever did get the slightest flicker of desire for physical intimacy with another person, it would be extinguished by my self-loathing and anger. But with Zane I....i don’t feel bad about this at all, I’ve never felt bad or any disgust with him at all.
The tingling going on in my body crest higher and higher until there’s no stopping it...
"Fuck!fuck!"
My orgasm hits me and I feel my pussy clamp down on his dick. My realse comes out of me with a cry of pleasure just as I hear hom groan thn feel him throb then the heat of his cum flooding in me.
Every inch of me tingles and buzzles with all three orgasms....Zane lingers for a moment, his lips brushing mine for a second before slowly pulling out of me and falling on his back besides me. When I wince slightly he stils and sits up looking at me and peering into my pussy.
"Are you hurt? Did i hurt you?."
My cheeks pinken with embarrassment. "No no you didn’t hurt me, I...it’s...I’m just a little sore that all."
"Are you sure?."
"Yea I’m okay....you’re kinda big so..."
"I probably should have taken it easy on you but.....I wanted to punish you."
"Lesson learned Zane.." I say with a chuckle that ends in a contented sigh when he pulls me to him and wraps me in his arms.
"You sure you learned your lesson?."
"Positive boss." I say smiling ear to ear.. when I yawn he looks at him and pats my head.
"You most be tired....get some sleep before I turn you over and fuck you again."
That sounds good but I’m tired and sore right now so I opt to keep my mouth close and not give a sassy comment for once, so I close my eyes and sleep.
Sleep still clung heavily to me when I’m jerked awake, for one disoriented second, I don’t know what had pulled me from sleep.
My heart is pounding far too hard for someone who had just been deeply asleep.
Then I realize...Zane is no longer beside me as I push myself up slightly, blinking through the darkness of the room.
The soft golden light from the bedside lamp cast long shadows across the bedroom, enough for me to spot him immediately. He is standing near the edge of the bed, already halfway dressed, his broad back faced me as he tugged his trousers up over his hips with swift, practiced movements.
My pulse quickens.
"What’s wrong?" My voice comes out rough with sleep, quieter than I intended.
He glances back at me briefly, his expression focused and dangerously calm. Rnat alone has m my stomach tightening.
"You heard it too, right?"
His voice is low.
I frown, still trying to shake the sleep from my mind. At first, I thought maybe I had imagined it.....
I push myself upright, clutching the sheets tighter around me.
"What was it?"
He reaches for his shirt, though he doesn’t seem in any hurry to actually put it on.
"I don’t know, I’ll go check it out."
He adjusts his waistband before finally turning fully toward me, even looking freshly dragged from bed, he was intimidating
And right now?He looks like a man already anticipating bloodshed.
"It’s probably nothing," he says.
A lie
"For now, stay here."
Mt stomach dropps
"Zane..."
His gaze softens only slightly as he moves closer to the bed.
"Go back to sleep, little spit fire."
As if that is remotely possible.
"I’ll check it out," he continued, his voice steady, "and I’ll come right back to fuck you back to sleep."
Every instinct in me screams not to let him walk out that door alone but there was something in his expression...Something dark and protective.
I hate it....Hate how powerless it makes me feel.
Still, I nod slowly, mostly because I know if I pushed now, he’d only lock me in here somehow.
Before leaving he He leans down briefly, and gives me a disvastating kiss that leaves me utterly breathless and kind of turned on, then brushing his fingers against my cheek, a quick small gesture but enough to make my chest ache, he turns and walks toward the door.
I watch him go, unease curling tighter and tighter in my stomach with every step he takes.
The bedroom door opens and shuts
Then silence so thick it becomes almost unbearable almost instantly.
I barely have time to draw a full breath.....
Before a gunshot splits through the estate.