14 Elena

14

Elena

He was a beast. I was sure. He was not a man. Maybe growing up with horses, he had turned into one. No doubting after seeing his stamina by making me cum with his mouth in his bathroom.

“Zayed,” I complained, useless and limp on my back in his bed as I stared at his ceiling. “I… can’t. Too sensitive.”

“Of course, you can, my little witch,” he crooned against my inner thigh, his hands gliding up my waist to squeeze my breasts. I bit my lip watching him, his long fingers pinching the pink, sensitive nipples as my legs shivered, loosely wrapped around his hips while his fingers teased me.

“I already came twice.”

“And?” He raised his brow, his cock hard between my legs. “I want to make you cum again and again. Give me two more orgasms, and then you can sleep.”

“I will pass out,” I said, trying to get away from him.

He was stubborn. He wouldn’t listen to me.

But he followed me, stalking me like a wildcat when I tried to back into his headboard, pinning my hands down and wrappi