Chapter 173
Chapter 173:
“Yes…fuck yes! Just give me more,” I whimpered and pleaded as he increased his pace.
And when his hand moved from my stomach to my thigh and slapped me hard, I lost it, my cum bursting and staining the shower wall as my legs trembled beneath me. Just as I thought he was about to cum, he suddenly turned me over so that my back was against the wall and my shaking legs were wrapped around his waist.
The man easily lifted me and pushed his cock inside me, taking my lips in a hard, bruising kiss, the pain forgotten as his tongue pushed in and demanded that I open my mouth for him. When he finally emptied himself into me I was hard again and ready to burst. I thought I was going to jerk off when he slapped my hand, knelt on the floor and took me down his throat. I moaned his name in desperation as he started to lick and suck me off as his fingers slid inside me, taking me higher than I’d ever been before. Official source is.net
Our eyes locked and that was when I saw something in him other than lust. I dared to say that he wanted me, that he needed me, that he loved me and wanted me.
Take care of me, kneeling before me and making me come for the third time before we even started our day.
Zal looked too hot as my cum dripped from the corner of his lips.
“Now, we take our shower and head to the penthouse.” He slowly got up and pulled me into his arms before turning on the shower.
I loved the intense sex with Zal. With Ghazi, everything had always been sweet and passionate, full of romance and firsts. But Zal was taking me to new places, making me explore sexuality in ways I hadn’t with Ghazi. It was fun, crazy, and dangerous. I realized that I had fallen hard for him—maybe even harder than when I was with Ghazi.
Though I never told him that. I would wince whenever my mind wandered to the inevitable. Deep down, I was anxiously waiting for the day Zal would get bored of me and dump me, just like Ghazi had, no matter how gently he phrased it. In the end, Ghazi and I were over, and I had to be the bigger person and forget about how he used to cherish me. Now that he had Remy, he was set. After his uncle’s mysterious demise, they were going to marry.
The first time I heard about it, it felt like Ghazi had stabbed my heart and twisted the knife before finishing me off. Since then, I had become numb, hiding behind my relationship with Zal. I pretended everything was fine between us, though, honestly, I was just bracing myself for the other shoe to drop. I wanted to say that Ghazi was my first and last love, but I knew I was still young and would probably face more heartbreak in my lifetime.
When we arrived at the penthouse, I was surprised by the elegance and opulence of the interior.
The place screamed wealth, and I couldn’t believe Ghazi had given two of these penthouses to his cousin. I mean, I knew the man was rich, but I didn’t expect him to be worth more than a millionaire.
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“So, you like it?” Zal asked, opening the refrigerator and grabbing a high-end mineral water bottle, then handing me one.
“This place is better than mine. I was wait-listed for this unit but failed to buy it when they first started selling the penthouses,” I said, shaking my head in astonishment as I looked at the perfect view before me.
“I always liked watching the skyline. Growing up, I wanted to be a pilot. But my dream was crushed when Dad told me I was going into the family business.
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“Yeah, I’m in the family business.
The one Dad threatened to cut me off from if I wasn’t willing to marry a woman and give him grandbabies. But no, I didn’t get to play pilot; I never had the time for it. I gave the company my all, only for him to shun me when I didn’t follow his plan.” I knew it sounded whiny for an adult like me to complain about his dad, but it felt so easy to open up to Zal. When Ghazi and I were together, we were in more or less the same predicament. We didn’t discuss much about our future. We dreamed, but we both knew that nothing was going to happen until his uncles were taken care of. And now, with those problems gone, Ghazi was living his life with someone else.