Pulling her head back with a firm grip on her hair, Benny began filling her up with deep strokes that quickly built in intensity.
The monster cock drilled the woman's small body as she screamed, “Yes, Master. I am your toy. Use me however you like.”
And that was what the man did.
He rode the woman long and hard and Zion, watching, knew the man was not going to cum until he had drained every drop of the slave’s energy. Her screams became louder when he picked up the pace in a way that surely induced as much pain as it did pleasure.
The Asian beauty's name was Ren and, having used her himself her a few times, Zion knew just how intensely she got off on pain and helplessness.
Beatrice was beside him dressed in a sexy little black dress. Her hair had been done up into an intricate-looking updo that made her look worldly beyond her years. A few strands had escaped and lovingly caressed the delicate line of her neck in much the way Zion wanted to.
With her undivided attention on the scene before her, Zion was able to observe her without her knowledge. He found himself fascinated by her apparent lack of revulsion as she took in the lust-filled play before her.
She seemed, in fact, aroused by the play. Her beaded nipples showed through her dress, her breath escaped in sexy little pants and her skin flushed a delicate shade of pink.
Zion's thirsty eyes drank every drop of her.
He probably should have been more subtle, especially here in this club where many people knew him. His high body count and promiscuous nature was well known here, but even with the eyes of other regulars on him and his curious guest, he could not help but look upon Beatrice with fire in his eyes.
He was helpless to stop his foolish actions as the lust in his loins made him realize what an incredible prize Beatrice was. A rare specimen of female perfection with boundless curiosity and a vivacious thirst for novel sexual experiences.
It had been five days since he'd first penetrated her, and he could not get enough of her.
Their passion was unrelenting. They had all kinds of sex in every part of his house in all types of positions. They may have even invented a few new ones.
Their lust extended to public, outdoors spaces. They dabbled in light bondage and were at times loud and other times quiet, at times aggressive and at other times sensual.
Nothing was off-limits with Beatrice.
He fucked her harder than he’d fucked anyone else before and she took every drop of his uncontrolled passion and returned it tenfold. She walked funny afterward but not without a smile upon her face.
She matched him in every way possible. She was always willing to try new things. She was tireless and even welcomed others to join their naughty activities.
Just the night before, they had joined an orgy that a friend of his hosted. She had not been shy about sharing him with others even though something had kept him from being able to share her with other men.
He was feeling possessive of her in a way that he’d never felt with any other woman before her. And, in that moment of clarity, he came to the conclusion that she was the ultimate woman for him.
He had found the one.
He gritted his teeth as a rush of a thousand emotions engulfed him.
He clenched his fist on his thigh as he tried to reason with himself.
He knew she had feelings for him too.
Oh, she hadn’t explicitly stated that she wanted to be in a relationship with him, but it was apparent in the soft way he sometimes caught her looking at him. He was certain that somewhere deep down she had developed feelings for him.
Normally, that look would be his signal to cut things off with a woman.
He lived a fast-paced life. He had no time to cater to a woman’s emotions. While Beatrice was cool with his lifestyle for now, he knew that ultimately, like all other women, she’d want to change him.
She’d want him all to herself.
He didn’t want attachments. He came and went as he pleased. He fucked who, when and where he pleased. And no woman had ever made him feel like it was worth changing his lifestyle.
No woman except this fiery vixen whose attention was now raptly caught up in the sex scene being played out before her.
That made her dangerous.
She was messing with his equilibrium.
And that was reason enough to end this thing between them.
He had no intention of settling down. Ever!
And he was not about to allow this small wisp of a woman to wreak havoc on the life that he had planned for himself.
No way, no how.
He had to put an end to this thing they had developing before he fell any deeper and did something stupid like entering into a relationship with her.
Just then, he opened his mouth to tell her that – to get it over and done with.
He steeled himself against the tears and pleading he expected to come from her but without looking over at him, her hand slid over his thigh and cupped his hard cock through the loose pants he wore.
His breath hissed out of him and for a few seconds, all thought emptied from his brain.
When her eyes finally moved to his, he could read her thoughts as clear as day.
She wanted to fuck.
He could not resist her and his plan changed abruptly.
He would fuck her one more time.
Just one more time before he sent her packing.
“Let’s get out of here, Trixie,” he told her using the nickname he had taken to calling her by.
She took his hand eagerly and allowed him to lead her out of the club and into the night.
He could have fucked her in one of the rooms the club made available but again, those possessive feelings rose even as he called himself an idiot.
He didn’t want any of the hungry men in attendance to know what she looked like without her clothes on.
Chapter 20
Onslaught
Something was up with Zion.
She knew he was angry about something although every time she asked he said: “it’s nothing.”
The night had started off great, but the moment they left the sex club he just seemed annoyed. It was his idea to go there n the first place. Beatrice was beginning to wonder if she’d done something to upset him, but she couldn’t understand what.
She shrugged internally.
She had learned recently that Zion was a man given to moody spells. He usually got over them quickly though.
Beatrice watched light and shadow fall over his face as he drove quickly through the streets with one hand on the wheel.
Her eyes sparkled, she knew just the thing to cheer him up.
She undid her seatbelt and licked her lips.
With a naughty grin, she reached over, unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock.
He threw her a temperamental look but didn’t stop her as she leaned over the gears to take him into her mouth.
He tried to hold himself still and act unaffected at first, but as soon as she took him deep enough so that the tip of his cock touched the entrance of her throat, he lost it.
His hand fisted in her hair and he pushed his hips up, forcing his colossal tool deeper into her throat.
Soon her nose was pressed against his pubes and her throat was overstuffed with big, fat cockmeat. Her throat was raw from the invasion yet the feelings that erupted between her thighs made her squirm with desire. This man had a way of getting her going. Fast.
He let her go so she could come up for air, but she gasped quickly and had her mouth back on him within a fraction of a second. He thrust upward to meet her movements and wet, wild sounds echoed in across vehicle.
Soon Zion was breathing hard and shaking in the way she knew signaled imminent release. So she bobbed her head faster and harder, determined to deliver him to a powerful climax. It was sure to improve his mood!
He gripped her hair tighter and the motions of his hips became more erratic. He swelled on her tongue, his thighs tenses and-<
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He pulled her off his cock with a muttered curse.
“What-” she began but he shut her up with, “Quiet.”
Now it was her turn to throw him an angry look. She opened her mouth, despite his instructions not to, to give him a piece of her mind.
She was cut short, however, when he pulled on the steering wheel and swerved the SUV to the right. The tires screeched – of their vehicle and those of other vehicles behind him that he’d cut off -- as she took them into a side street she did not recognize. Honked horns followed them as she gaped at him, feeling no fear as she marveled at his irrational behavior.
He pulled over suddenly and they plunged into darkness. A quick look around told Beatrice that he had pulled into a deserted alley.
Zion didn’t allow her any time to think as he pulled the lever that lowered the back of her seat.
“Lay down,” he ordered
Her anger instantly dissolved as she realized his intent.
She obeyed, eagerly, loving the dangerous light in his eyes. She knew they would be going at it hot and heavy, and she could not wait.
Gripping the bottom over her dress, she pulled it up and spread her legs to show him that she was without underwear.
She was already dripping wet, as she had been from the time they’d entered the sex club, and the scent, sounds and sight of uninhibited fornication filled her senses.
Zion switched on the lights, clearly not giving two hoots about who might happen upon them in this sordid position. Beatrice was in a similar mental state. In fact, it got her hotter thinking that a stranger might watch them. Might get off on seeing them get down and dirty.
He pulled the top of her dress down and it ripped to expose her heaving bosom.
He made a harsh sound on the back of his throat and said, “You are absolute perfection to look upon. There’s no way in hell I could give this up.”
She puzzled over his peculiar words for a second but then he positioned himself between her legs and all thought drained from her brains. All that mattered was giving and receiving pleasure.
His heavy body pinned hers to the leather seat and his lips covered hers as he ground his hardness against her.
Beatrice whimpered and arched against him, seeking a harder contact. She wiggled around trying to position his cock inside her but he seemed bent on torturing her and moved his hips away from hers.
“Zion,” she pleaded. Just those syllables carried the weight of her need.
“If I get inside you now, I am going to blow too soon. Let me please you first,” he answered.
He bent his head to suck on her tits and his fingers worked between her thighs. One finger turned into three and he curled them to rub against her g-spot with every plunge in. She was so aroused it did not take much to finger to her to a quick climax.
Thick cream dropped from her opening and towards her asshole as she shook and cried deliriously.
Zion was far from done with her.
Another push of a lever and he pushed the entire seat back. From the floor, he bent over her. His lips suctioned onto her sex seconds later as his fingers continued to draw every ounce of ecstasy from her.
Still in the throbs of her orgasm, Beatrice was not prepared for the onslaught of sensations and screamed as her body ignited again.
Chapter 21
New sensations
Driven to madness, Zion rose over the young woman once more.
Gripping the base of his cock, he poised himself at her entrance and pushed into her still spasming cleft.
“Fuckkkk,” he groaned, the sound drawn out as Beatrice’s cunt strangled his veined length, contracting continually as he worked his entire shaft into the vagina that still felt as tight and glorious as the first time he’d penetrated her.
He had yet to wear a condom with her. While women had, in the past tried to trap him with the “I’m on contraception” trick only to try to get pregnant with his baby, not even the thought of the possible impregnation kept him from going into Beatrice bare.
Zion was very skeptical about women, which is why it was all the more strange that he trusted Beatrice when she told him she had no intention of claiming his seed.
Besides, he couldn’t imagine going into Beatrice with latex barrier separating him from the wondrous slick heat that she welcomed him with.
Addictive fucking cunt he growled internally, cursing both himself and Beatrice.
Bracing one hand near Beatrice’s head, Zion held his upper body away from hers so he could watch the way he pushed into her pink parts.
Her muscles gripped him and made it difficult for him to escape her heat. His cock stretched her flesh obscenely and her juices made them both slippery with her fragrant aroma.
A rush of sensation had him spitting precum into her. He was not going to last much longer.
Trying to prolong the moment, he slowed his motions and pushed only half of his length into her. Still, he found it difficult to control the actions of his body as he banged away at his best friend’s daughter.
He sweated with resolve but he wanted this to last since it would be the very last time he had sex with this girl.
She blew his resolve away when she meowled, “Please, Zion, I want all of you. Fill me up. I need you.”
Well damn how am I supposed to resist that?
He pulled out and slammed into her harder and deeper than before.
Her titties bounced with the force of the inward motion and she threw her head back, praising him with, “Oh yes, that’s just what I need. Harder.”
She reached down to stroke her clitty as he pounded her rough, giving them both what they needed.
She moaned in delight when Zion gripped the back of her knees to widen her legs for an even more aggressive, powerful penetration.
She exploded around him with a loud cry and Zion felt the release start in the back of his thighs. Colors burst in front of his vision and his skin tingled as if fire ants were running amok beneath the surface.
The vehicle rocked violently as he let his body take control.
The climax blasted through him and as if from a distance, he heard himself confess, “Trixie, I think I’m in love with you.”
Chapter 22
Don't say you love me
Beatrice watched Zion sleep.
After their impromptu rogering in the SUV, Zion had driven them home and they went at it for hours. For over twenty-four hours, they ravished each other like savages, made love and did everything else in between.
Her pussy ached from the sweet torture and they had only fallen into a tired slumber in his bed when neither of them could take any more.
She had not been able to rest easy though. She woke up when Zion was still in deep sleep.
He hadn’t repeated his declaration of love again but the soft look he had adopted since then told Beatrice that he was absolutely sincere in his love for her.
She thought about his words and what they meant for their relationship.
It felt like hours before she sat up in the bed. Moonlight made her creamy skin of her nude body look even paler. Especially where it carried the signs of Zion’s possession.
Her phone was not far away, and she grabbed it.
After unlocking the screen, she texted her only friend in the big city… and the best friend she’d ever had.
I need a place to crash for a few days.
Though it was nearly 4 a.m., the answer came almost immediately.
Well, come over then. As if I'd say no to you.
The eye roll Todd ended his message with made Beatrice smile despite the difficult thing she was about to do.
She grabbed the small notepad on Zion’s bedside table as she left his bedroom.
Chapter 23
Heartbreaker
It was light out when Zion finally woke up.
Exhausted from this latest marathon with Beatrice, he didn’t move. He was sore all over. His balls were reeling from the effects of the long hours of hardcore
fornication he and Beatrice had partaken in. Yet if she’d reached for him that very moment, he’d have been as revved up and ready to go as ever.
His need for her was insatiable.
He almost laughed at himself.
Never had he thought that pussy could have made an impression on him, but now here he was fairly certain that Trixie’s little cunny had ruined him for any other woman’s.
He didn’t open his eyes, lazing in his current position among his covers. Instead, he savored the remnants of his dream that lingered even as he woke. He savored the warm and fuzzy way it made him feel.
Rather than the sex dreams he normally had about Beatrice, this one was different.
The two of them had been running in a field of dandelions. There had been no pretense or coyness between them. Just joy and unity. The scene had been almost innocent.
Beatrice had been wearing a flowy white dress and her hair had been loose and flying around her face in soft waves. She had looked as beautiful as ever. She had reached for him with a smile on her face and had taken his strong hand in her delicate one.
That vision settled something physical and emotional within Zion even while he was asleep.
Where he had been determined to end this thing between him and Beatrice last night, he had completely changed his mind by morning.
He could not give her up.
He could not give up the treasure between her thighs.
He could not give up the possibility of a future with her. What if she wanted to settle down some day. Would that have been so bad?
A wife and kids…
He turned the thought over in his head but unlike in the past where his instinctive reaction was instant rejection, now…
Now it didn’t have such a bad ring to it.
Not when that picture included Beatrice. His Trixie.
He was even willing to deal with her father's wrath when the man found out.
He knew that she had not returned his admission of love last night. But he had no doubt that he could make her fall in love with him.
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