“Come on, Cassie. I Come here in hopes of you cheering me up. But it looks like we’re having trouble cheering each other.” The man concludes on his own. The girl however gives him a shanty eye, screaming at him internally.
“That’s not true. We have the will to have sex, then we will do shit.” She says, boldly.
“I can’t believe you just said that.” Dumbfounded by her boldness, Zayn sees the girl smirk as she adjusts her spectacles.
“There’s a lot of boldness hidden in me, professor. You just have to unlock it.”
“I shall, my queen.” The both gently giggle. Cassandra softly wraps the man and herself in her blanket. It was warm and fuzzy below the blanket, especially when the lovers kiss.
“You excite me so much, Cassie.”
“I’m glad I do.” Cassandra speaks over her tortured breath. The lack of oxygen in the confined space gave her the race of her heart.
She removes only so much so that their heads peak out. The cold breeze that flows freezes their noses and lips. But how lucky were they to kiss each other warmly and melt the freezing noses and lips.
“Fuck, rub on me baby girl.” His husky voice instructs. Cassandra offered no resistance. She jerks forward when the man smacks her ass and tightly squeezes it. It was what called as sex-aggression, and he just can’t seem to help himself with Cassandra on him.
“Oh, gosh.” She sings melodious for his ears. She closes her eyes, feeling his growing length through his night pajamas. She too was in silk clothing, lucky for them those insulating fabrics were thin enough.
Thin enough to grind onto each other meticulously.
“Fuck, harder.” The woman says, Zayn figuring it out how can he go ‘harder’ with grinding.
Then he understands.
“You want me to hump you, right?” She opens her eyes at him, smiling in pleasure. He smiles back, kissing her sweet lips.
Soon, the two were shaking the bed. It was making a sound, hitting the wall but they didn’t care.
Her mouth hung ajar as he thrusted atop her hips. He wraps her legs around himself, gaining more access to her pelvis.
“Argh, fuck. I can’t believe I’m so horny for you.” Zayn says, confessing to her.
“Fuck me through like you would fuck me in real then.” She challenges.
Taking the challenge, Zayn smirks at her for how hard he’s going to go on her, from now.
“Brace yourself, Cassandra. You asked for it.” Says Zayn.
Suddenly, the man turns into a whole new sex beast.
His pace and timing improved as per her taste.
“Ah-” before she could scream and let everyone in her house know what they were doing, Zayn covers up her mouth. She rolls her eyes to the back of her head. The situation wasn’t in her favor when his arm was pressing down between her cleavage pleasurably and Zayn was giving her the best of his hip shots.
“You like it now, baby girl? You like it when you bring the beast out of me? Huh~?” He enquires her, knowing full well she cannot even follow up with his questions because she was in a separate trance.
A trance induced by the excellent bed skills of Zayn the gallant.
“Mhmm~” She twists her hips to accommodate to his thrusts. She was twisting like a twig drying, yet here the girl was getting wetter and wetter. She digs her head into the pillow, her hands scrunched up her bedsheets.
The man smirks, knowing she was at the pinnacle of her upcoming orgasm. Once she crosses her threshold, it was his reign over her.
“Mhmph!” She exclaims, the man understood without her uttering a legible word. She was close. Incredibly close.
“Fuck, I can feel your wetness.” He claims, having her thrusted it- or rather humped into- another bombastic orgasm.
Her sweet voice was spilling from her throat. The man presses his body on her to let her be pinned to the bed. Also not to rise along with him. He was a kind of a sex torturer, she thought.
Nonetheless, she loved having being humped by him. She felt like a sinner bunny, being humped by a sex God himself.
“Fuck…” she mutters, discovering some of her saliva even spilt out and covered his palm.
“Don’t mind it.” He warns her, slowly kissing his palm that had her saliva. If they weren’t horny, they would have found that action absolutely disgusting.
But being horny is an indifferent disease which accepts any sort of graded disgust.
Zayn then chuckles at her and settles between her legs. His hands travel inside her silk shirt. Lifting it up to unravel her confined set of bosoms.
“Why do you have to wear these stupid bras?” He asks, removing them in one go. The girl wraps her arms around his neck, relaxing loudly when he starts massaging her tits.
“Because I want them to be nice and shape-y. Not sagged like an old lady.” She says, reference to her push up bras.
The man sniffs her discarded bra, his eyes rolling up to the sky.
“Fuck, Cassie. I’ll borrow this, please.”
“And let it rot in y-your room? No t-thanks.” She says. She was having difficulty in getting her words out because of the pleasure. Her bosoms were being squeezed by a literal professional.
She couldn’t even feel the rings on his hands!
The man kisses her jaw, purely out of fondness and affection as she giggles adorably.
“What was that for?”
“For existing. To exist for a stupid like me.” He says, muttering against her jaw while landing plenty more kisses all around.
“You’re not stupid, Zayn.” The woman says, letting her huge man rest atop her tiny body.
She rubs his hair, smoothly and sluggish-ly to bring him to slumber.
“You’re just not experienced with the world.” She says what he wanted to hear. The man sighs deeply against her shoulder.
“I think so too. I was locked away and under the rock for thirty-five fucking years. It’s about time I change myself for a more corporate look.” His words make her smile.
“So you’re fixed on taking over your dad’s legacy.” She states.
“It’s more or less my Granpa’s legacy, Cassie. I need to find out why our dreams are connected and who the hell are these five brothers. It’s like… internet vanished them all.” She jumps her eyebrows at his words.
“Let’s not ponder too much. As much as I want to find out too, let’s not let it affect our reality. We are separate individuals, starting 7th January.” Says Cassandra, kissing his hair.
“That’s right. I have a lot of things to deal with first.”
“Like what?” She asks him. He props up on his shoulders and looks into her eyes.
“Like… firing the entire immodest crew of the cabin.” He says. Cassandra’s eyes widen, because it didn’t look like an easy task getting rid of the leeches stuck to the legacy carrying company.