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“You need a real man. Someone who can take control. Someone who can make you scream.” I smiled weakly but inside my heart was beating fast. I already knew a real man—Daniel, old, strong, and dominant. He made me feel things Mark never could. Even though we hadn't had full sex yet, his touches and dirty words were driving me crazy. What if we fucked? I would lose my fucking mind.

Zayn said, his voice vibrating with a hidden edge. ​I looked across the table at Nolan. He was smiling at me, looking proud and satisfied as he bragged about the pack's future, completely unaware that his father’s hand was a heavy weight against my inner thigh. Slowly, Zayn’s fingers hooked beneath the thin, damp lace of my panties, finding the aching center that had been throbbing for him since the moment I stepped into this house. The sensation was overwhelming—a searing, white-hot pulse that made my toes curl against the plush carpet. As he traced the swollen heat he had created, a broken gasp escaped my lips.

ZAYLA Ziven pulled back, making me instantly miss the loss of his hot breath on my pussy. His fingers followed, leaving me empty and throbbing uncontrollably. I hissed at the loss. His eyes traveled down to my swollen, aching pussy, admiring the mess he’d made of me. The intensity in his expression sent heat straight to my core, and I clenched. He chuckled sinfully, his gaze gleaming with satisfaction. Just then, Zane stood up, his eyes burning with raw hunger as he looked down at my spread, dripping pussy. He stroked his cock slowly and my breath caught.

Isabella's smug expression faltered slightly. "His hands know exactly how to touch me," I continued, emboldened by her surprise. "He makes me come so hard I can barely remember my own name. And as for the rest of him..." I let my eyes drift meaningfully downward. "Let's just say his cock is absolutely perfect. Thick, long, and he knows exactly how to use it." The lie rolled off my tongue with surprising ease. Isabella's face had gone pale beneath her makeup. "You're lying."

I knew he wasn’t with any sort of STD. “You fucked yourself, huh? Rough? Slow? Wanting this?” I asked, plunging both of my fingers past the first ring of tightness. “Oh my,” Zane slurred out with a moan, his ass clenching harder around my fingers. I smirked, pressing a kiss to his neck. “Do you want to fuck me? Maybe I’ll let you stop if you remain a good boy,” I asked, tasting the words on my tongue, realising how downright bad I was for him.

She followed the sound to an open bedroom door and stopped dead in her tracks. Mr. Lorenzo was sitting on the edge of his bed, completely naked. His muscular body was tense with pleasure. One strong hand was wrapped around his thick, hard cock, stroking it slowly. His eyes were glued to his phone. On the screen, Elena recognized one of the videos she had posted on I*******m last month—her in a tight top, dancing playfully at a friend’s party, her breasts bouncing with every move. He was jerking off to her.

I lay on my pillow, getting ready to sleep, "That's the only way if I don't wanna do any blowjob." He looks at me instantly with a concern lingering in his eyes, "You don't have to blow me if you don't want to." "And how do we get it up then? Not that I resent it, I'm asking totally on the educational purpose." He shrugs, "I can watch porn." "We can watch porn." I must be beaming at his proposal when he smirks, "Gay porn?" with the are you sure tone. "Two hot guys naked in a video? Why not!" Though honestly I've never watched gay men porn. Lesbian, sure. Bisexual, sure. But male-male porn?

Wild and Free. "Now that you know my story, or the gist of it, why don't you continue about your man?" My hands twirled in my lap again before I blurted it out. "Dominick works in the adult film industry. He was the top porn star for XXX Studios for years, but now he's branching out to start his own studio. That's why he's not here right now." She leaned back in her chair and studied me, but her gaze made me uncomfortable as I shifted in my seat. What the hell was she thinking? Not knowing was driving me mad.

I smiled as I touched the door. "Uhmm. Do you like it, huh?" "Hmm ... Yes hubby!" I couldn't help but resent what I heard. I'm really still here to watch live, ah? What position? Dog style? Missionary? 69? Wheelbarrow? Not sure, I really don't know anything about those positions! "Hmm ... h-hubby! Ah! Yes!" My eyes rolled again in the air. This witch is very noisy. Is it her first time? My god! It's so annoying.

Warning this chapter only contains Sex scene, Readers discretion is advised.....or not.... hehehe Zayn began using his cock to tease my pussy and I arched my back, consumed by the intense pleasure consuming my being. I should hate this, I should hate him. But I found myself getting wet and moaning as though begging for more. He leaned down and kissed my honey pot making me jerk in shock. "No stop! please.." He starred my hands away like it was getting in the way of his favourite meal.