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“But the way you said it, like you actually believed it - that’s what I find interesting.” I looked away, embarrassed. “Maybe he’s right.” “Do you believe him?” I hesitated. “I don’t know anymore.” Zayn leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on the desk. “Tell me about your sex life, Alessia.” My head snapped up. “What?” “Your sex life,” he repeated, calm, like he’d just asked about the weather. “What do you enjoy? What excites you? What turns you on?” My cheeks burned hotter than fire. “I- I don’t know.”

Good, he already admitted that he loved b**bs and as*. I googled searched for s*xy posture that could literally turn men on and I emulated and practiced them in front of my big vertical mirror. Somehow I could even feel it in me that I was so hot and s*xy. I took some really really nice but naughty pictures and spammed Zane. He wasn’t expecting it and I never asked him if he would love to see me half naked. “Tada!” I added immediately after the pictures. Our previous conversation was from him pestering me about what surprise I’ve got for him.

They were so lost in their animalistic fucking that they didn't even notice me standing in the doorway, my world imploding in real time. "Fuck, yes!" Isabella cried out, her voice high and desperate. "God, I've missed your cock so much. It's been torture watching you pretend to want that pathetic little virgin." "Just a few more weeks," he gripped her ass. "Once I'm legally tied to the Cohen money, I can dump her and we can fuck whenever we want." "Poor little Sophie, thinking you actually love her. If she could see how hard you get for me, how you beg for my pussy—"

Zayn cursed She then did it again “Im trying to have self control here and Youre testing me “ She looked at him with eyes filled with desire “Oh fuck dont look at me like that we can’t have it here “ She then unbuckled his belt and released his dick from his trousers and ran her hands through it to feel the hardness of it…she rubbed her hands against the tip to feel the pre cum licking from it she then bent down and licked it as she took his dick into her mouth and began to suck it driving him crazy She sucked and squeezed him until his legs began shaking she didn’t want him cumming so she stood up and kissed him on his lips

“Spread your legs wider pumpkin.” I opened it wide enough for him that he could see my hole clear from afar. He knelt down and unbuckled his pants releasing his cock. I shut my eyes and waited for him to thrust, but Zayn was busy stroking his dick while watching my dripping pussy. “Zayn!!!” “Yes pumpkin.” he answered still busy with what he was doing. “Please!!!” I pleaded in frustration. “Please what? Tell me, what do you want?” “Please fuck me, I beg of you.”

“Don’t stop, I’m gonna come on your cock.” “Come for me then, my dirty little slut.” His words pushed me over the edge. I shattered, my pussy spasming and squeezing him as waves of orgasm ripped through me. He didn’t slow down, and kept pounding through it, drawing it out until I was whimpering and shaking. Zayn pulled out suddenly, flipping me onto my back on the desk. He spread my legs wide, hooking them over his shoulders as he drove back in, even deeper this way. His eyes locked on mine, dark with raw lust.

My hand darted to my clit, my fingers rubbing furiously as I sought the release that had been denied her. Zayn smirked, his eyes dark with dominance. “Not yet,” he commanded, his voice firm. He took control of the scene, barking orders as more men entered the room. These were not just any men… they looked dominant, ruthless, their eyes hungry as they assessed my body. I was their toy now, and they intended to use me to the fullest. Without hesitation, they bent me over, my hands pressed against the wall as they positioned me. “Touch your toes,” one of them growled, his hand gripping my hip to steady me. I complied, my back arching as I stretched, my ass presented to them like an offering.

Zayn’s soft voice spoke up, and I raised my gaze to look at him. “A bit tense and unsettled.” “The doctor would be here in no time.” He replied, and I nodded, “You could help out, you know that right?” Zayn didn’t know it but having sex with him last night was actually helpful in relieving some mentally draining thoughts about Carter. “How?” He smirked, acting oblivious to what I was asking for. “Don’t make me beg.” I muttered, my voice barely a whisper, but he still kept a naive look.

The moment was so wholesome and daring. Zayn was taking my virginity in his room while his parents were on the other side of the house. "I love you, I love you." I kept chanting in my head but was too scared to say them out. I knew better, I knew that the moment I utter those words would be the end of whatever was going on between us, and weirdly, I didn't want it to finish. Zayn raised my right leg, fucking me deeply. He thrust his cock inside me, calling my name as he goes.

“But first… let’s make our little bride come again while she’s stuffed full of family cock. Make her scream for us, Zoya. Let Uncle Victor hear how loud you get when you’re being used like a proper family whore.” I was completely lost — moaning, drooling, shaking — utterly surrendered to the two powerful men using me so filthily on my wedding night. My mind had gone hazy with pleasure, shame, and overwhelming need. I had never felt more filthy… or more dangerously alive. Dom gathered fresh wetness from my dripping pussy, coating his fingers thoroughly before sliding them back to my tight, untouched asshole. He rubbed the slick pad of one finger in slow, teasing circles around the sensitive r