~MAYA’S POV~
I didn’t take anything from my father’s office, including what he thought of me. Zion’s eyes were lustful as I descended the stairs. I could tell the man was in a foul mood. Throughout the day, I’ve been torturing him. Naturally, it was my turn to discipline him. However, it appears as though I will soon regret it. He approached me and kissed my brow before wrapping his hand around my waist.
“Shall we, my lady?” He had an angry cock, and his zipper was the first thing that caught my attention. We made a hasty exit from the house. I didn’t want to give them the impression that I was De Lady Archer. Zion pushed open the door for me. I slid inside the car, and he walked around to the other side. He began the engine. We immediately exited the Jones residence. I was reminded of something my hubby did to me the other day. This man, made me pass out. I will also torture him. I was aware that I didn’t have to do much. As he drove, I slid my hand beneath his thighs and began massaging his inner thighs. The man was gasping for air. I was granted with a groan. I grinned and raised an eyebrow and turned my face outside as though I wasn’t aware of my action. However, this gentleman appears to understand just what I’m doing. With each passing second, he boosted the vehicle’s top speed. I was pressed for time, so I quickly removed his belt, opened his trousers, and unzipped his fly.
Fuck, he had no underwear on. I fixed him with a stare and began licking his cock. It didn’t take me one minute to make his cum.
“Fuck!” I heard him groan.
He blew up within my mouth, and I swallowed it all. I giggled as I stared at him. He had been seeking a release for almost three hours, and I had just granted it to him.
“Maya! Fuck! Stop!”
I could tell he was about to lose it. However, I did not pause. I began pounding in and out, oblivious to the effect I was having on him. The other hand raced to his balls, which I pressed with all my might as the car came to a complete stop. I noticed we were home when I registered my soundings. I ran out of the car, smelling trouble, and inside the home. I was greeted by the cooks’ and other helpers’ stares. I couldn’t care less. I continued to sprint inside. As I ascended the stairs, the door opened, revealing my horny hubby pursuing me.
Hell! I abhor this horny man!
He has a very deadly appearance about him. I approached our bedroom, searching for the right reason to avoid being fucked. If this man fucks me, I’m not sure I’ll walk the same way I did that day at the hotel. I walked into the bathroom and locked myself in for a while to collect my thoughts. I could hear the door to our bedroom swiftly opening and closing.
“Where are you, woman?”
Hell! I’m in hot waters, I thought
I was deafeningly quiet. I could hear him opening the walk-in closets. Does he seriously think I’m in there? Well, it buys me more time to think. I know what you are thinking. Ladies and gentlemen, my hubby possesses a cock that resembles that of a donkey. Yes, this is the reason why I shut myself in this restroom for so long. Although I am aware that I will have to become acclimated to his shaft, I am not in the mood to be devoured right now.
“Maya Zion Archer! You’d best come out or I’m going to fucking smash this restroom door open!”
Oh, no! Game over Maya! I cursed under my breath.
Ask me if I have any plans not to be fucked tonight. I fucking have none!
stupid! stupid!
“You are fucking disobeying me, Lady Archer? That is a punishment on its own. If you don’t come outside right away, I’m tearing this door down. You’ve got 30 seconds!”
I am certain he meant every word. Like a good little wife, I opened the door with no plan. No fucking plan!
Zion did not wait for an explanation or a statement from me. My gaze was drawn to his brittle shaft. I muttered a curse beneath my breath. He furiously slammed his lips into mine, pinning my back against the bathroom door. He hoisted my hand and made me rub against his shaft.
“See what you have done, Maya Zion Archer?” I couldn’t say anything because my heart was rushing and I could feel it beating in my ears.
In my head, I’m secretly praying that the bathroom door will fall to the other side, allowing us to return to our beds without having to have sexual relations. I had finally succumbed to the kiss. I encircled his neck with my hands. Support becomes increasingly difficult to come by. He rubbed my boobs on him. He reached underneath my dress and twirled his fingers around the inside of my thighs, hypnotizing me. I moaned out loud. He grinds his shaft for me, allowing me to feel the hardness of the shaft. His fingers began to trace all the way to my core.
“I’m on my period!” I screamed.
He drew his lips away from mine and took a step back. His gaze never veers away from mine. He sat on the side of the bed, his gaze fixed on me. I look like a deer caught in the headlights.
“Strip!” ‘He stated. Heck! It’s like he’s not buying it. The Period was an excellent justification, but not for Zion. I took a position in front of him and looked him in the eyes.
“Not happening.”
“Well, then, I suppose I’ll have to fuck that bloody cunt.” He stated, and I immediately closed my eyes and stripped down. He unbuckled his belt and approached me.
“Get down on your knees!”
Lord have mercy!