stop, Sam. Please .”
He’s
practically begging, imploring me to understand the pain in his voice and give
into my temptation.
“B-but
this isn’t right.” I murmur, trying to resist him. “It’s cheating.”
“Since
when has that stopped us before?” He sneers, unzipping my dress with one hand.
“It’s
different now.”
“Why?”
He growls, covering my neck with kisses. “Why is it so different when you want
me just as badly as you did back then?”
His
hand slips underneath my dress, travelling up my thighs so he can reach me. He
uses his fingers to slip my underwear to the side, touching me gently.
“Zack…”
I moan, unable to conceal my arousal from him.
“You
want this.” He murmurs, confirming his suspicions. “Your pussy is so wet… you need this.”
“God,
yes… please.”
“Say
that again.” He orders, wanting complete control over me.
“Say
what?” I ask, sounding delirious and vague.
I’m
enthralled by him… captivated and enslaved to the sensations which are taking
over my body.
“Beg
me for it.” He commands roughly, forcing me to look at him.
“ Please .”
He
smirks, arrogant and smug now he knows he’s won this battle.
“Let’s
go upstairs.” He says, pulling me into the hallway. “I want to fuck you on his
bed.”
“Zack,
we can’t!” I cry, horrified by his suggestion.
“That
wasn’t a question, Sam.”
He
picks me up with zero amount of effort, carrying me upstairs when my legs wrap
around his waist.
“This
is so wrong.” I protest, wrestling with what I know is right and what I
need from him.
“Which
room is it?” He asks, completely ignoring what I just said.
“The
one on the end.”
He
kicks open the bedroom door before pushing me down onto the bed. My outfit is
torn from my body in seconds, my red dress now ripped and discarded on the
floor.
“How
many nights have you fantasised about me in this bed?” He questions, taunting
me on purpose. “How many nights have you closed your eyes and pictured me
instead of him?”
“Every
single time.” I confess, closing my eyes when I feel myself blushing.
The
guilt and shame of what I’ve just admitted to is humiliating. I’m mortified by my
despicable actions but don’t seem to have the strength to put a stop to it.
“I
bet he doesn’t give you exactly what you want, does he? I bet he’s never fucked
you like you needed him to.”
“He
hasn’t… he never has.” I unwittingly confirm, relishing in the fact that Zack’s
hands are now wandering all over my naked body.
“Undress
me.” He asserts, speaking with authority. “Take my clothes off.”
I
do as he asks, my hands trembling as I unbuckle his belt from his jeans,
struggling to remove them. I’m clumsy and inept, embarrassed that I can’t
complete such a simple task.
Noticing
my distress and the fact that I can’t stop shaking, he decides to help. I watch
him tug his shirt over his head and kick off his jeans so that he’s only
wearing his boxers in front of me.
“I…”
I stumble over my words, leaving my sentence unfinished.
“Don’t
act like you haven’t seen me before.” He chuckles, bemused by my expression and
my hesitance to touch him.
I’m
left speechless, stunned and entranced by the sight of the magnificent man I’m
in love with. He’s completely naked in front of me and all I can do is stare. He’s
breathtakingly handsome, an Adonis with a phenomenal physique and athletic
build.
Perfection.
“It’s…
it’s just been so long.” I point out, wondering if Zack still finds me
desirable.
“So
let me refresh your memory.”
Our
lovemaking is passionate. It’s frenzied, rough and desperate. I cling to him
because I’m terrified he’ll vanish, leaving me alone with the torment of being
without him.
The
heat from his body pours into mine, igniting the fire which still burns for him
deep inside me. It’s the same fire I tried to extinguish two years ago when I
left him, the one I’ve
He’s
practically begging, imploring me to understand the pain in his voice and give
into my temptation.
“B-but
this isn’t right.” I murmur, trying to resist him. “It’s cheating.”
“Since
when has that stopped us before?” He sneers, unzipping my dress with one hand.
“It’s
different now.”
“Why?”
He growls, covering my neck with kisses. “Why is it so different when you want
me just as badly as you did back then?”
His
hand slips underneath my dress, travelling up my thighs so he can reach me. He
uses his fingers to slip my underwear to the side, touching me gently.
“Zack…”
I moan, unable to conceal my arousal from him.
“You
want this.” He murmurs, confirming his suspicions. “Your pussy is so wet… you need this.”
“God,
yes… please.”
“Say
that again.” He orders, wanting complete control over me.
“Say
what?” I ask, sounding delirious and vague.
I’m
enthralled by him… captivated and enslaved to the sensations which are taking
over my body.
“Beg
me for it.” He commands roughly, forcing me to look at him.
“ Please .”
He
smirks, arrogant and smug now he knows he’s won this battle.
“Let’s
go upstairs.” He says, pulling me into the hallway. “I want to fuck you on his
bed.”
“Zack,
we can’t!” I cry, horrified by his suggestion.
“That
wasn’t a question, Sam.”
He
picks me up with zero amount of effort, carrying me upstairs when my legs wrap
around his waist.
“This
is so wrong.” I protest, wrestling with what I know is right and what I
need from him.
“Which
room is it?” He asks, completely ignoring what I just said.
“The
one on the end.”
He
kicks open the bedroom door before pushing me down onto the bed. My outfit is
torn from my body in seconds, my red dress now ripped and discarded on the
floor.
“How
many nights have you fantasised about me in this bed?” He questions, taunting
me on purpose. “How many nights have you closed your eyes and pictured me
instead of him?”
“Every
single time.” I confess, closing my eyes when I feel myself blushing.
The
guilt and shame of what I’ve just admitted to is humiliating. I’m mortified by my
despicable actions but don’t seem to have the strength to put a stop to it.
“I
bet he doesn’t give you exactly what you want, does he? I bet he’s never fucked
you like you needed him to.”
“He
hasn’t… he never has.” I unwittingly confirm, relishing in the fact that Zack’s
hands are now wandering all over my naked body.
“Undress
me.” He asserts, speaking with authority. “Take my clothes off.”
I
do as he asks, my hands trembling as I unbuckle his belt from his jeans,
struggling to remove them. I’m clumsy and inept, embarrassed that I can’t
complete such a simple task.
Noticing
my distress and the fact that I can’t stop shaking, he decides to help. I watch
him tug his shirt over his head and kick off his jeans so that he’s only
wearing his boxers in front of me.
“I…”
I stumble over my words, leaving my sentence unfinished.
“Don’t
act like you haven’t seen me before.” He chuckles, bemused by my expression and
my hesitance to touch him.
I’m
left speechless, stunned and entranced by the sight of the magnificent man I’m
in love with. He’s completely naked in front of me and all I can do is stare. He’s
breathtakingly handsome, an Adonis with a phenomenal physique and athletic
build.
Perfection.
“It’s…
it’s just been so long.” I point out, wondering if Zack still finds me
desirable.
“So
let me refresh your memory.”
Our
lovemaking is passionate. It’s frenzied, rough and desperate. I cling to him
because I’m terrified he’ll vanish, leaving me alone with the torment of being
without him.
The
heat from his body pours into mine, igniting the fire which still burns for him
deep inside me. It’s the same fire I tried to extinguish two years ago when I
left him, the one I’ve
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