~Gabriella’s POV~I’m not sure what this man is up to but fuck it, I’m game. He began unbuttoning his shirt just before he began driving. My cheeks began to flush. The heat radiating from my cheeks reached all the way to my core. I couldn’t stop myself from rubbing my hands all over his chiseled muscles. Did I add that this dude continues to drive me insane to this day? To be honest, I have no regrets about the night he taught me how to have sex at that hotel. He looked at me with lust in his eyes as I fixed my gaze on him.“Are you planning on driving without a shirt on?”“Can you tell me how we’re going to get into trouble with my shirt on?”“What are you up to, Mr. Hills?”“You haven’t seen anything, have you? We’re heading out on a road trip.”My mouth dropped open. He punched the throttle pedal and got behind the wheel. God, he oozed with a ferocious gaze and a ravenous stare. His chiseled jawline was carved with the look of longing and need.Is he going to fuck me while we’re on
~Gabriella's POV~“Are you pleased with what you see, Daddy?” I licked the inside of my lower lip. “Are you fond of the pink little cunt who bestowed upon your children?” He grumbled.I splayed my legs out a little more.“Fuck!” He roared and fixed his gaze on me with such hunger. “Touch yourself, my fox. Play with your little cunt for me."I smiled and pushed my hands between my legs until my fingers slid through my hot pot, which was very hot. I bit my lip and fixed my gaze on him. I flung my head back, feeling extremely hot and needy. Pleasure surged through my veins, causing me to moan loudly. My sexual arousal had dwindled to a trickle. I looked at Javier, who was already driving with one hand and jerking himself with the other.“Take your bra off, my fox. Let me jerk off while seeing your boobs."I took my bra down and fixed my gaze on him.“Mmmm.” As he jerked himself off, he increased the tempo. “Gabriella, open your legs! Fuck!” I stretched out my legs. “You’re fucking wet fo
~Synopsis~After being used as a business tool, Maya Jones got tired of it all. Her father has been arranging marriages for her with several of his business associates. Maya then agreed to court Nathan. Little did Maya know that Nathan was already sleeping with her sister. Maya went back home to inform her father that her sister had been sleeping with her fiancé. However, Robert Jones, instead of disciplining her other daughter, arranged another marriage for Maya Jones to an elderly man who was old enough to be her father. Out of frustration, Maya decided never to lose her first time to an elderly man. She went into a club and woke up a married woman the next day. But Maya was still not convinced that her mysterious husband had nothing to do with her father. convinced that her husband might be one of her father’s business associates and probably an elderly man. Maya Jones hired a gigolo for just one night. Little did Maya know that the man she thought she had hired for one night was h
~ZION’S POV~I’ve never been a fan of J-City. The women here are lustful for power. For financial reasons, families often arrange for the marriage of their daughters. To be honest, I despise that notion. In the past years, my grandparents have been on my case to get married because they don’t like seeing me doing everything for myself. I’m not keen on the thought of sleeping with just any woman I’ve never met before. I’m sorry, but I don’t have time for women. Women are those small, frail animals who crave excessive attention. Regrettably, I don’t have time for it or anything else involving entanglements. I’m just interested in marrying Aya. This is one of the reasons I’ve been so immersed in my profession. I need to track her down. Although we had only known each other for a week, it was love at first sight for me. Naturally, I couldn’t bring myself to tell a sixteen-year-old I loved her. I’ve been looking for her for years and have yet to locate her. Right now, I’m in desperate need
Zion’s POV Holy Hell! She is not going anywhere after doing what she has just done. My bodyguards seemed to know exactly what I was thinking. With my hand, I gestured to them not to pursue her. The first day at J-City, and then this. Has this woman been fucked until she became mute? The only thing I can think about at the moment is fucking her pouty, sinister mouth until she’s completely mute. Heck! Did I mention her voice? There was something about her apology that felt like it came from a high angel. I never believed in angels, but that girl is everything. I stood there watching her enter the dance floor. Her coat opens and closes slightly, and all I’m interested in is what’s hidden behind it. I was convinced she was inebriated and that men might prey on her. That includes me. She didn’t seem to be able to see where she was going, which I noted. I could tell she was resorting to booze to forget whatever had happened the moment she walked in and began drinking. By the way, she was
~MAYA’S POV~I tossed and twisted in a bed I was fully aware could not have been mine. This bed had a pleasant scent. I was drawn in by the scent alone.“I bid you a pleasant morning, Mrs. Archer.” My eyes sprung open even faster than Thanos’. I took a moment to scan my immediate surroundings. I was snoozing in a gigantic bed. Yes, I’m aware that the bed is not mine. Wait a minute, did I just sleep with Mr. Hendricks? I witnessed the atrocity. In that club, he was the only man I knew. I shouted and yanked up the bedsheets in search of bloodstains, but there were none. I double-checked myself and rummaged through my underwear, looking for anything red. I stroked and pressed my hand against my pussy, looking for some sign of soreness, but found none. I locked my gaze on the terrified woman in front of me. Then I realized she had said something to me.“What did you call me?” The woman remained there perplexed, her gaze fixed on me as if I were a work of art. I shook my head at her and fl
MAYA’S POV There is nothing wrong with admiring a man, especially a man who is my age and who I like very much. He isn’t the same age as me, but I can tell that he is a few years older than me. Who gives a damn? He is far superior to an old man. I was married to... who knows who while I was at the height of my youth? And I have been entrusted to an elderly gentleman. Now I’m left scratching my head, wondering who the fuck this Archer guy is who I’ve just married to. He could be a business associate of my father’s. Hell! In the last three years, I've been enraged. Three years of squandering my time. A frog named Nathan has been shown to be one that should be avoided at all costs. At the very least, my age continues to work to my advantage. I need to get out there and play with my mates, not elderly men. This hottie in front of me is not my mate, but he is attractive enough for me to lose my virginity to. I kept assessing the man in front of me. I’m not sure where the courage comes from
~Zion’s POV~ “Mrs. Archer, I make a living by fucking women. Make sure you don’t expect me to be all cool when I take your virginity from you. I’m going to fuck you. Do you grasp what I’m trying to say? I want to bury my lips between your thighs and savor the nectar from your thighs.” I noticed her crossing her legs as she let out a faint gasp. “I’m going to screw all the holes in your body, including your mouth, pussy, and shithole.” She exhaled sharply and regarded me with terror. “I want to bite your nipples till they turn red, to penetrate you with my tongue until you cum, to lick your pussy until you find every guy repulsive.” I slammed her up against the door, and she wrapped her legs around his waist for support, while I slammed my lips into her wet lips and kissed her fiercely. While I was kissing her, her hands flew to my neck and I started to unzip my slacks. As I kissed her, I yanked off the little wicked red dress that she was wearing. I took off my slacks while kissing