I don’t know when he lets me go, I’m so overwhelmed with ecstasy, but suddenly he’s stripping in front of me, pulling off his pants and underwear, letting his cock spring free as he tosses his clothes onto the floor.
“Now it’s my turn,” he growls hungrily, lining his thick cock up between my legs and thrusting inside of me without hesitation.
I gasp as he enters me, feeling him fill me, stretching my walls, while he groans with utter rapture.
“Fuck,” he says, his deep voice low and heavy, “You're so fucking tight.”
He places his hands to either side of me to balance himself, getting into position to pound harder into me, while my hands drift instinctively down to his chiseled ass, my fingernails digging into his flesh.
His breathing is ragged as he steadies himself, all the while keeping up his ruthless pace. When he gets his balance, he fucks me harder and deeper, rocking the bed back and forth, the headboard starting to bang against the wall.
The smack of flesh hitting flesh fills the room, mixing in along with the sounds of the banging headboard. Smack. Smack. Smack. Bang. Bang. Bang. I can't scream. I want to scream out my pleasure, but my body feels paralyzed from the intensity of it all. I feel another storm brewing as I moan out his name in what feels like a whispered plea, barely able to take his entire length, his cock going so deep I almost think it's almost too much.
Zander picks up his pace, his chiseled hips thrusting violently inward, faster, harder, his moaning becoming louder as I feel his cock grow impossibly hard inside of me. It’s coming. I know it. And I want it. All of it.
His powerful thrusts slow down to deep, rhythmic ones, the bed indenting each time his body smashes into me with such force that I fear the box spring might break.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” I hear Zander moan while the fire inside of my core ignites again.
One. Two. Three. Four. Each thrust is deeper and harder than before, and on the fourth, Zander throws back his head as he goes balls deep inside of me, and cums violently.
My thighs are quivering and shaking like an earthquake as a tidal wave of pleasure hits me and I moan his name over and over.
“Zander!” I cry, feeling his dick still contracting inside of me while my walls squeeze every last drop out of him.
Finally, he pulls out of me and falls onto the bed on my right side, his chest heaving from exertion, his body covered in sweat. Both of us need to catch our breath.
As he walks away from me, I'm struck by the realization that my body is shaking with an intensity I've never felt before. Every emotion feels as if it's overwhelming me.
I've had sex before. I've had other partners and came before.
But this is different.
It's so strong, so powerful, it's... too intense. I place a hand over my racing heart as he flicks on the light to the bathroom.
The shockwaves pulse through me as I try to calm down and try to ignore what my heart is telling me.
Chapter 21
Zander
My light blue gaze stares back at me in the mirror of the dresser. A dark ring is around my left eye. This isn’t a good look. My eyes travel to Arianna’s form on the bed behind me as I slip the Rolex around my wrist and tighten the band. I don’t even need to look as I do it, it’s been the same every morning. But there’s never been a woman behind me.
In my room, on my bed.
Her gorgeous body is nothing but a small lump on the bed, hidden beneath the thick grey comforter. She’s getting to me. I’m breaking rules for her. A deep inhale makes my back crack slightly as I close my eyes, wincing slightly from the bruise on my face. Last night… things are changing. Fast. And it’s hard to admit it.
I got into a fucking bathroom brawl over her. It was worth it.
Work is calling me. I’m already late. I button the top of my dress shirt, not knowing what to do about my sweetheart.
Right now… and later. Once all of this is done. I’m sure as fuck not kicking her out, but I don’t like that she’ll be in here. Alone.
With cold blood running through my veins I quietly walk to the end of the bed, my jacket and shoes waiting for me.
The clock on the nightstand reads 6:40. Late for me, but Arianna’s still asleep. A genuine smile curves my lips up when I hear her soft snoring. It’s adorable. She’s adorable.
With her mouth parted slightly, the soft sound is accompanied by her shoulders rising slightly, her dark hair a messy halo around her angelic face.
She’s so beautiful. So innocent.
I rip my gaze away, slipping the first shoe on and tying the laces tight.
My daily routine. Nothing has changed. I almost roll my eyes at the thought, pulling the lace even tighter.
Everything’s changed.
It’s not because of Arianna. I refuse to think that she’s the reason I’m slipping, making one mistake after the other. It’s Danny Brooks. I keep making errors in my judgment when it comes to him.
The thin laces dig into my fingers as I tie the second shoe and rise from the bench at the end of the bed, picking up my coat and walking quietly to the nightstand where I tossed my keys last night.
I have to close my eyes when I catch her sweet scent. It’s like citrus with a hint of honeysuckle. I wonder if she knows how alluring she is. Lying there so beautifully, her body so soft and warm with curves that only tempt me that much more.
A dark voice in the back of my head whispers, in nearly a hiss, you can take her. She’s yours. You own her.
But the stolen moments we’ve had are because she wanted me. Because she needed me.
I don’t want her to think I’m the kind of partner Brooks was. The thought disgusts me. My nose wrinkles and I turn sharply away from her, hating the vile image of that prick. If that’s what last night was for her, I’ll never forgive myself. She’s not a whore for me to use. Not to me. My heart beats faster, slamming against my chest.
The keys jingle against one another as I snatch them quickly off the dresser. I can be a Master worthy of her. Not a sick fuck who uses pain as a threat. I don’t ever want to cause her pain, and I know she doesn’t need it. Even if she thinks she does. Holding the car keys in my hand I walk away from her, intent on leaving both her and my thoughts behind me.
I’m halfway across the room when her soft voice calls out. “Zander?” My name is soft, but also scratchy, the morning evident in her tone.
I stop in my tracks, the floorboards beneath the thick carpet creaking slightly. My body tenses, realizing I have to address her now. She knows I heard her.
I turn slightly, relaxing my body and treating her the same way I treat everyone else. With a facade of ease. It comes naturally.
“Good morning,” I greet her and feel the fake smile on my face without consenting to it.
She props her small body up on her elbow and shoves the hair away from her face. Blinking several times, each time seeming more and more awake, she stifles a yawn and rises slowly into a sitting position gripping the comforter in her hands and bringing it up over her naked body. I’m not sure if it’s because she’s self-conscious or if she doesn’t want me seeing her.
In the soft yellow morning light spilling in between the thick curtains, she looks radiant. I want to see her, every last inch of her, just like I did last night. But it’s only fair that she hides herself behind a blanket, while I hide behind this smile.