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  “Yeah, right. You wanted to torture me and embarrass me in my own home.”

  Zac shrugs. “And that of course,” He admits with a husky laugh.

  I swat his shoulder from across the table. I can’t stop myself from laughing. “What would you have done had the maid come in?” I glance at Zac over the rim of my wine glass.

  “I don’t know. I would have said that I’m doing some intense artistic research or something.”

  I snigger. “Is that what you were doing?” I think for a few seconds. What Zac did with his tongue did actually border on art. I can still feel the shadows of my orgasm with only a thought about what Zac did to me. Not to mention what I did to him after.

  “Yeah, I think sex is kind of artistic if you do it right.” Zac moves his huge hands around on the surface of the table. He drains his beer and orders another. Finally, he clears his throat. “Wouldn’t you agree that shitty sex is a waste of time?”

  I grin at him and nod my head. I lift my glass. “To never having shitty sex again.” Drinking, I know that with Zac, it would never be bad.

  “I’ll drink to that,” says Zac after his fresh beer is placed on the table.

  Shortly after, our food is served. Zac’s beef looks incredible and he seems supremely pleased with it. My sushi and sashimi are exactly what I wanted. For a few seconds, I look at Zac attack his plate as if he wouldn’t be seeing food for a while. As he chews, he smiles at me and indicates that I should start. We eat in silence.

  “Is that stuff even filling?” Zac’s plate is already nearly empty. It amazes me how he devoured so much food in only the shortest of time.

  I poke with my chopsticks at a succulent bit of raw tuna. “You want to try?” I watch Zac contemplate whether it’s worth it. He looks so sweet when he thinks. A few weeks ago, when he did the tat, I would have never imagined myself thinking that he was sweet. He was so hostile back then. I still ask myself why. Maybe I’ll find out some day.

  “Sure, why not,” he says polishing off what’s left on his plate.

  With a smile, I dip the fish into the soya sauce mixed with wasabi paste and hold it out to him. He opens his mouth and takes the entire piece. I watch him chew. I love the way his strong jaw clamps shut. I can’t help but want to feel his mouth on my pussy again and I start to devise ways to him get back to my place or his to have sex.

  “Not bad,” he says swallowing. “Better than I thought. Azure will be dumbstruck when she hears that her dad’s eaten sushi.” Zac drinks some more beer and nods. Soon, a broad, charming grin populates his face. “I think you’re going to have to spend quite a bit of time with me from now on.”

  My heart lurches, nearly skipping a beat. Zacchary Wells wants me to spend more time with him. Of course it’s a yes. It’s the best news I’ve had since he said yes to have dinner with me tonight. “I’d love nothing more than to spend more time with you, Zac.”

  “Good, that’s settled then.” Zac slaps the palm of his hand on the table. “I put my foot down regarding the eye rolling thing before dinner. It took Azure by surprise. It’s a start, but I need a few more pointers on what more to do. You’ll help, right?

  I grin at him. “Yeah, I’ll help. I think we need to do a brainstorming session.”

  Zac arches his eyebrows. “Here?”

  “Nah, not here.” I spread my arm around our table. “It’s too busy and too loud. I was thinking of something a little more private,” I say suggestively.

  With a wink in my direction, Zac raises his hand and orders the check. Obviously, his need is as great as mine. I lick my lips when I think of what’s coming next.

  26

  Zacchary

  We fly through the door at my place located in the Canoga park area of Los Angeles. I have my hands on Stella’s ass. My tongue’s buried in her mouth, twirling and probing. The moment we stepped out of the car, we went at each other like a pair of mating lions. The heat flowing between us throughout dinner needed to find release—this is what we were waiting for the entire time.

  “Zac, I need you now.” Stella presses her frame against mine, making me groan when I feel the litheness of her body against my raging cock through the fabrics of our clothing. She rubs herself against me like a cat. “You’re so hard for me, Zac.”

  I growl at her and kneed her backside more forcefully as I continue to kiss her. I move my hands up her body and take one of her breasts. Stella shudders against me, deepening the kiss as she starts to pull on my belt. Fuck, her hands are so close to my cock. I press my erection against her body. There’s a clink when Stella unclasps my belt. Her fingers are relentless and persistent. Within moments, she moves down, tugging at the buttons of my jeans. Azure, no, this is not happening.

  “No, we can’t do this.”

  Stella frowns. “Why, Zac?” Her mind is working like crazy. I can see the confusion and, to some extent, the hurt play on her face.

  “It’s not you, Stella.”

  “What is it, then?”

  “I have my little girl sleeping upstairs. This is not right. I’ve never brought a woman home before,” I say. I can see that she’s pleased to be the first. At the same time, I see the disappointment at being denied the pleasure of us being together more intimately skirt her face.

  Stella moves closer and plants a kiss on my lips. “I can be really quiet,” she says into the contact huskily. “Really, really quiet.”

  I chuckle. “Yeah, if I remember correctly, you barely managed that this morning.”

  “Mm, I’m not so worried about me, but you. Can you stay silent when you’re deep inside of me?” Stella continues unbuttoning my jeans. “And you really want to come . . . can you remain still, huh?”

  By now my cock is aching with need. When I feel her hand brush against it through my briefs, I feel my resolve slowly start to weaken. I look into her eyes and recognize the same need as this morning, only this time Stella appears far more resolute.

  “What do you want me to do with this?” Stella squeezes my cock through the cotton. “This part of you is surely of a different opinion. This part of you wants to be buried inside of me.” Her voice is a melodious purr.

  “It’s the second time in one day that you have taken stuff without asking.” I grab her by the ass and pull her closer. I tower above her. I look down into her eyes and I can see her need reflected in them. “What should I do with an impatient girl who doesn’t do as she’s told?”

  “Ask me, Zac,” she hisses. Her mouth is barely a finger’s width from my lips. I can smell the scent of wine and her lust on her breath. Her tasteful perfume mingles with it and that of her healthy body musk. It sends the neurons in my head into a series of kamikaze swirls. This woman drives me nuts with wanting.

  I think of Azure. I wonder whether I’m betraying her by having Stella’s hand in my jeans in our home. Having sex with a woman under the same roof as my daughter somehow doesn’t feel right. Another slight stroke of my cock makes me instinctively flex my hips. Another waft of her fragrance sends a jolt to my erection. I bury my nose in her hair and inhale deeply. I’m trying to find escape from my lust and need from this woman, but it’s not working.

  “Ask me now,” she says more forcefully as she slides her hand into my briefs from above. I groan when I feel Stella circling the tip of my cock with her thumb and fingers. She pushes me back so that she can look into my eyes. She licks her lips; her pink tongue leaves a trail of wetness in its wake. “Ask me,” she says once more. Her voice is laced with traces of her wanting, but it is also commanding. Her treatment of my erection is relentless—circle, stroke, pull and then circle, stroke, pull. I almost forget where I am as I let her have her way with me. “Ask me . . . tell me, what do you want, Zac?”

  I need to fuck this woman now. I flip Stella around and pinion her on the table in the center of the kitchen. She lets out a small shriek that only increases my ardor. I hitch up her skirt until it moves above her ass. Moments later, I grip the edge of her panties, pulling on th
em with my right hand until they slide down her long legs. Like a crazy man, I get down on my knees and bury my head in her ass.

  “Oh, Zac.”

  “Consider yourself asked,” I hiss, licking her pussy from behind. “You’re as sweet as a peach.” I relish her taste and the way she squirms for me. I hear her nails scratch the wooden surface of the table. With my hands firmly on her ass, I continue lashing at her sex with my tongue, while I massage her hard cheeks. I’m like a starving man after being given his first meal in weeks. I treat Stella’s pussy with the same relish as he would the food.

  Fuck, she’s so tight and hot. I move my right hand down her backside. I can’t resist giving it a light tap, and Stella mews. The sound is barely audible. I slip it between her legs that she has parted for me slightly so that I have better access, and I insert two fingers inside of her.

  “Oh, Zac. I need to feel your cock inside of me.” She arches her back to make her point. Now, I have even more access to her ass and pussy, I can’t resist licking her heat for a few more heartbeats. I can feel my erection trying to escape the confines of my boxers and jeans. I kiss my way over her curves until I’m standing upright behind her. Seeing Stella bent over the table is so damn hot. I move lower and kiss the crook of her neck. “I’m going to fuck you hard now and if you make too much noise, I will make you regret it,” I hiss into her ear.

  Stella shudders and moans weakly. I see that she wants to be louder, but she’s doing her utmost to be as silent as possible and I curl my fingers in her pussy to make sure she stays as silent as possible. A wicked smirk crosses my mouth when I hear her squeal lightly. I push my briefs and jeans down, and mutter a curse when I remember that I’m still wearing my shoes. Still keeping two fingers lodged inside of Stella, I pull them off with my free hand and other foot.

  “Fuck, we need a condom,” I hiss when I have finally rid myself of my shoes, briefs and jeans.

  “I have some in my handbag.”

  “Where is it?”

  “I left it in the car.”

  “Fuck,” I snap, removing my fingers from her pussy. I pick up my jeans, pulling them up my legs hastily before I head for the front door.

  When I get to the car, I pull the door open and I mutter to myself while I search for Stella’s handbag. When I find the leather strap, I pull on it, slam the door shut and race back to my house. Breathing heavily, I storm into the hallway, shutting the front door on my way in. The moment I enter the kitchen, I freeze on the spot. I scowl when I see Stella before me.

  “Did you find them?”

  “Yeah . . . now who told you to turn around and cover yourself up?” I hiss, when I see Stella facing me with her skirt covering the nudity of her lower body.

  Stella smirks at me. “I was getting a little chilly down there after the way you heated me up before. So, why don’t you come over here and finish what you started?”

  I smile at her, but I know it looks more like I’m baring my teeth, like a predator ready to devour its prey.

  “Throw that stuff onto the floor and turn around.” I watch her do my bidding. While she bends over the kitchen table, she looks back over her shoulder, challenging me to fuck her. Her face is so damn hot, and that ass is begging me to come over and massage it again. When Stella spreads her legs some more and stretches her backside out towards me, I lose all control. I only need three steps from my place by the door. I pull my jeans down and my cock arches upwards immediately. The sight of Stella’s pussy and backside is enough to reignite the briefly lost ardor while I was looking for the condoms. In seconds, I’m as hard as a rock for her.

  Free of my jeans, I remove a rubber from Stella’s bag and throw it onto the floor. As I walk forward, I rip the packaging open and slide the condom over my hard cock. When I reach Stella, I press the tip of my erection against her hot and moist flesh. I slip inside of her within moments—she’s so wet that there’s hardly any resistance. I dip deeper, loving how tight and hot she is for me. I hold my breath as I push all the way in, making her moan in pleasure.

  Once again, her nails dig into the wooden surface of the table. I can imagine her lips forming a big ‘O’ and her forehead pleated to the maximum as she struggles to deal with my girth. I kiss the crook of her neck from behind, reveling in the fresh scent of sex and lust radiating off her skin. With my cock buried deep inside of her, I give her some more time to get used to my size.

  “You feel so fucking good. I knew you would,” I groan against her neck and ear. She feels just how I had imagined.

  I start to rock my hips slowly. I delight in the sound of her moans as they gradually turn from protests of pain to little cries of delight. It doesn’t take long for her to press her backside onto my groin, forcing me deeper inside of her. I give her what she wants, as I know that she can handle me—I’m too far-gone to hold back anymore.

  I thrust into her, holding her hips and reveling in the sight of her body underneath me. Over and over, I impale her with my cock. Stella screams out my name and it sounds so fucking sexy, but I reprimand her, nonetheless. “Be quiet,” I hiss. I slap her ass to make my point. Her little squeal and the impish expression on her face when she turns around to challenge me to continue fucking her enthrall me. I need to come, but I don’t want to yet. This can’t be over, not yet.

  I push harder. I pound her tight pussy with everything I got. I do my utmost to hold back my need to come. I’m staring at a spot on the wall above the fridge, anywhere other than Stella’s fucking hot body. I move my hands up her back, unclasping her bra and freeing her tits. I need to feel them while I fuck her from behind. I can see that the added stimulation of her nipples is really tipping her over the edge. Her near silent moans are made up of a series of little shrieks of my name and more delectable whimpers when the tip of my cock hits the sweet spot inside of her.

  27

  Stella

  This feels better than anything. Fuck me, Zac feels so good. I feel as If his cock is splitting me apart. I’ve never had a man so big before, and I have to remind myself to be quiet.

  I press my lips together when I feel another urge to cry out. By now, Zac’s constantly hitting a spot inside of me that’s sending electrical waves from my pussy up my back. It’s so fucking amazing to feel his tip press against my cervix. I know that if we weren’t using protection, I’d be pregnant after one time with a man such as Zac.

  My nipples are as hard as pebbles and my tits feel so great in his hands. Fuck, this guy sure knows how to massage a pair of tits. He knows how to treat a woman, end of story. There’s a spike of delight and a slight pain when Zac tweaks my nipples with his fingers. The sensation is hard-wired to my clit and I fucking love it.

  “Oh, Zac, yes.”

  “That feels good, huh?”

  “Yes, yes, you feel so good, Zac,” I hiss. I’m concentrating so hard not to shout. Like this morning, Zac’s taunting me and pushing me over the edge to fall apart into a screaming wreck. I think of what noises I would make if we had more privacy. I’d probably shout my house in Bel Air down, bringing on the security guards because they’d think someone was being murdered.

  I can feel the palms of my hands trying to become one with the table as I press them down. The feeling of his cock moving back and forth between my pussy lips is beyond anything I have ever experienced with a man before. Fuck, I can barely think. This man has robbed me of all my cognitive functions. I hold my breath as he pushes his erection deeper and deeper. Zac is working me really slowly now. I know that he’s trying to pace himself lest he come.

  Being stretched to the limit down there stings a little, making it almost too much to bear. I never thought that a man could fill me up so much. Letting go is so worth it, though. Zac knows exactly what I need to relax. When his thumb rubs against my clit, a delicious mix of pleasure and pain makes my belly muscles pull together and my butt cheeks shudder. The combination of his big cock and thumb has me muttering incoherently.

  He kisses my neck and nibbles my
earlobe. Zac is so deep inside of me. The feeling is sensational. I arch my back—I need more of him, if that is even possible. It feels like I can’t move; I don’t even want to breathe. Sometimes I think that I’ve forgotten how to do many things since meeting Zac.

  With my teeth clenched, I press my forehead onto the table. Zac’s thrusts are becoming more forceful again. With his hands on my hips, he’s fucking me just the way he wants to and I fucking love it. I could be this man’s whore if he asked me to.

  I struggle to remain as silent as possible, but it’s next to impossible. Even Zac’s grunts have become more audible. As he fucks me from behind, the wet sounds of him slamming into me fill the room and I worry that they echo throughout the whole house.

  What I love the most about being pinned on the table is the feeling of being so deliciously used. That thought, amalgamated with the feeling of Zac’s cock deep within me, is spellbinding. I press my lips together when Zac leans down again, pressing his chest to my back. His deft fingers immediately find my clit one more time and they rub mercilessly.

  “Argh, Zac!” It’s too much, too much all at once.

  “Come for me,” he hisses into my ear. “Come for me now.” His fingers circle my clit a few more times. His big cock twitches and ploughs into me with relentless zeal.

  I press my forehead onto the table as hard as I can. I feel as if I’m trying to escape Zac’s relentless ministrations. He continues to bite, suck and kiss my neck and back. He fucks me harder upon seeing me writhing on the wooden surface below him. My nipples rubbing against the rough surface of the table sting a little, but the feel of Zac’s stubble on my skin is delightful. It’s so hard not to scream. I have to bite onto my arm to prevent myself from venting all of the passion I feel in a series of cries, moans, and muttered incantations of his name.

  Just when I think it’s too much, and I can’t take any more, I feel the heat swell over my body until all that I feel is searing pleasure. Inside of me, Zac’s cock seems to reach epic proportions as it swells in size. My pussy accommodates him by clenching and goading his flesh further, until I hear Zac grunt behind me. His fingers press onto my clit as he spurts his come into the condom—it’s too much for me.