***London’s POV***
The night is a long one, it is actually the sleep I need because when I wake up in the morning, the sun is fanning directly on my face.
I frown rolling out of the bed. I am still in my yesterday’s clothes, and as I walk to the window, I close the window, sighing.
Last night’s events come rushing to the front of my head and I blush profusely. Zane is intense with pleasure making. He takes my pleasure to a whole new level.
For a moment, I thought I was going to die with that thick chocolate mush in my mouth. Damn, the way Zane made my body tingle. I heave a sigh peeling out of my clothes and entering the bathroom.
I turn on the shower and stand under, letting the cold water calm my racing pulse down. I make a good job to clean myself well.
This is the first bedroom I had seen when I had walked upstairs in my blind rage, I didn’t even know if Zane wanted to share a bed with me after what happened at dinner.
I sigh, touching myself softly. It is cool, I love how good I touch myself, this is fantastic and I so fucking love it
Slowly, I send my little fingers into my pussy and start pleasuring myself to the thought of Zane. This is wanton of me, I know it so fucking well.
Will I stop? No.
I close my eyes and lean my forehead on the cool tiles walls, it is refreshing, so I warm up the feelings that build in me. I chase my climax as I moan on my fingers.
Finger fucking has never been good for me, right now, I need Zane’s dick, but after how we parted last night, I doubt he is going to fuck me if I ask him.
I want to scream, I am here as a captive to a deal. Zane is not supposed to turn me on so fucking well, but I can’t help but think of him. The wave of orgasm that is building is almost pushing me down that edge and I hold on to it.
I push two fingers into my slit and release a slow long moan. My legs quiver and I bounce rapidly on my fingers, each time muttering incoherent things.
“Fuck!” I scream out as I orgasm, my legs giving way for me to slide down the bathroom stall.
I am a sticky mess, I love how this turned out to be.
Masturbating to the thought of Zane Vincenzo, a man I barely know. This is crazy. The peak of it.
This man is the most feared Italian mafia in Colorado, I am supposed to crawl and beg for mercy, but here am I, in his house, in one of his bedrooms finger fucking myself to climax.
My body is still recovering and my cheeks are hot with embarrassment.
“This is so fucked up!” I whisper-yell to myself.
“No, it isn’t fucked up. It is the best exhibitionism I have seen in my entire life. London Jameson finger fucking herself in my bathroom until she cums,” someone says from the doorway.
I quickly snap my eyes open and there he is, Zane, standing in front of the bathroom door, dressed in black shorts and his torso is bare. He has this dark look in his eyes as if he knows something I do not know, one I should be terrified about.
I frown realizing that he just saw me cum to the thought of him.
“Get the fuck out of here. You don’t walk in on me when I am in private taking a bath,” I scream, adrenaline spiking me to talk without thinking.
Zane has a playful look in his eyes, it is really intriguing to know what is going on in his head.
To my utter surprise, Zane takes off his shorts and walks into the shower with me. Lifting me from the ground by the waist, he pulls me towards the sink, the mirror reflecting us.
Zane folds me forward, forcing me to place my hands on the cold mirror for support.
Our eyes holding each other on the bathroom mirror, he says,
“I knocked twice on the door but you didn’t hear. I entered to check on you and I heard noises coming in from the bathroom, I thought you were in trouble and came in to check on you, London,” he grits out.
I can’t help but look at Zane, his gaze is so intense, breaking the connection might make me feel sick.
“It is evident I don’t need saving from you,” I bite out.
I am being bratty, it is not necessary, but I still want him to just leave for now, I haven’t still recovered from my post-orgasmic chills.
Zane chuckles. “It seems to me that you need it, London. Now tell me, what made you so horny this morning, huh?” he questions the length of his massive dick rubbing against my ass.
I gasp. When Zane had taken off his shorts, I had just seen a glimpse of him, it was huge. I wonder how he will feel being buried inside me.
“Zane,” I whimper against him.
I don’t quit, I don’t pull away from Zane even if that is the logical thing to do, I find myself rubbing my ass against him. His smile is lightening from the mirror. I blush.
“Tell me, little girl, what got you so horny,” he asks snaking his hand across my body until he finds my breast and pinch my nipple.
I moan like a slut. Fuck. Zane knows how to push my buttons.
“You. Zane, you got me… so horny this… morning… and…” I stutter the words out as I chase the small friction I get rubbing my ass on Zane’s massive cock.
“Keep talking, London, and…?” he urges me.
Zane sends his left hand to my clit and using his thumb, he applies the right pleasure I need.
“Zane, oh Daddy, this feels so good,” I scream closing my eyes and pressing tightly on the mirror.
If I don’t grip on something, I am afraid I might fall, and Zane’s hands are both occupied, each settled on giving me pleasure.
“Eyes open, London, keep those sexy eyes on me,” Zane grits out applying more pleasure to my clit.
I shoot my eyes open and Zane’s eyes have laughing lines on the side, but his lips work on my earlobe adding to the experience I am already feeling.
A second shudder crosses my entire being. I release the mirror and before I can do possible damage by hitting the sink on my way to the ground, Zane’s large paw of a hand leaves my breast and hold me around my midsection.
“Holy fuck, little human, you are a sexy cum machine. Look at how your is dripping from my fingers,” he says removing his hand from my clit.
I instantly miss his touch on my flesh but I don’t dare say anything else.
I look at his index and middle fingers, the ones that had been soaked by my cum. He presses it to my lips.
“Clean them. I am going to claim you from the back, London, I will fuck every pretty hole you have to remind you that I own you. And this should be a reminder, you don’t fucking touch your pussy. I own every little part of you, I give you the pleasures you deserve, is that understood?” Zane asks.
His fingers are on my lips, I open my mouth to reply but he forces his fingers into my mouth and his thick dick pushes inside me at that instant.
If I thought this man was full of surprises, then, he just keeps surprising me.
I moan.
“That is it, Little girl, take daddy’s cock like the sweet little dick slut that you are,” he mouths.
My brain is reeling at the moment, Zane’s enormous dick is still sliding through my wet folds, I cry out. He stretches me and this feeling, oh my God.
“Zane… it hurts,” I let out.
I am not a virgin, my ex and I had fucked over the course of our relationship, but he wasn’t as large as Zane, and bending over the sink, this position gives Zane the perfect edge to hit on my G-spot.
“I know, the men in your past didn’t have what it takes to make a woman scream their name,” Zane lets out as he adds extra inches in me.
“One!” I groan out, my words are slurry since his fingers are still in my mouth.
Zane’s hand, the one that was holding my midsection moves to my neck where he forces my head to look at him in the mirror.
His eyes are filled with lust.
“One what?” Zane asks his dick penetrating even farther.
I whimper, my grip on the sink gets tight. I work my throat, Zane doesn’t remove his fingers from my mouth, he lets me find a way to talk around it. I swear, his fingers are too big.
“I’ve… I’ve ever only had sex with one man,” I murmur.
I try to avert my eyes from Zane, but he tightens his grip on my neck, forcing me to keep my eyes on him through the mirror.
Zane leans closer, reclaiming my earlobe, it makes a few inches of his hard long, and thick shaft penetrate my hot and slick pussy.
I shiver from too much pleasure.
“I don’t want us to talk about the man who fucked you before me, London, but I want you to know that I am about to fuck you like a raging beast, I want you to feel my cock in you even when we are long done with this, lastly, I need the fucker’s name, I need a word with him,” Zane says.
I do not know what is sexy, the words he says, or how he says it. If it was another man who was standing behind me, I would have laughed, I would have thought he was bluffing but Zane didn’t look like he was saying this from the heat of the moment. He meant every word.
I don’t have the time to form a reply, he forces his fingers deeper into my mouth, and to the back of my throat then, his hands are choking me on my neck as well.
Zane isn’t slow and gentle, he fucks me like a raging beast, he doesn’t let me avert my eyes even if it is for a second, he applies whatever pressure he needs to keep my eyes on his through the massive mirror.
I see how Zane fucks me like a beast from a cage. I moan, but the words are a little confusing since his fingers are cutting the words from my mouth.
My body is hot, Zane is crazy, and the only sound I hear pretty well is the one of our skin slapping against the other.
“That is it, London, you are so tight, you take me so fucking good,” he lets out even devilish words that turn me out.
When Zane releases his fingers from my mouth, I have saliva running down my mouth, I look like a sex princess, Zane does things to me no man has ever done.
“Moan for me,” Zane orders as he pulls his dick all the way out and slams into me in one full thrust.
“Dd… Aaa… Daddy, oh, Daddy,” I scream as I arched my back.
I am standing on my tiptoes, tears slip down my eyes but the reminder of Zane’s hands on my throat cutting my air makes me keep my eyes open.
Breath play has never felt so freaking good. I gasped several times as Zane brutally fucks me. This is better than my little fingers I had in my pussy a few moments ago. This is the best cock and I want to keep it.
“Please,” I beg.
I don’t know what I am begging for. I want Zane to make me come, I want him to let me chase my orgasm. I want him to keep that friction on me.
“Please what?” he asks.
I swallow my throat working between his grasp.
“Harder, I want you to fuck me like I am going to break,” I say grabbing tightly on the sink.
Zane’s eyes on the mirror are stunned at first, then, he nods swiftly.