Zach’s cock shot up at the sight of me without a bra.
My nipples begged for attention, extra taut and sensitive. He ignored them, reclining in his seat, his erection sticking to his thigh through his wet slacks.
He stroked his cock lazily through his pants while his other hand unbuttoned his dress shirt.
I arched my back, shimmying off my jeans to my knees, still maintaining eye contact. “How many?”
His shirt fell open. “How many what?”
He shook the fabric off his shoulders—ripped, bronze, and perfect.
I leaned against the driver’s door and kicked my boots off with my pants, leaving my underwear on, so he could take it off with his teeth. “How many movies have you watched for me?”
Zach toed off his shoes and unbuckled his belt, not taking his eyes off my tits. “Too many.”
Of everyone I’d ever met, no one made me feel as stunning as Zachary Sun did, simply by staring at me the way he stared at me.
In fact, he was the first man to make me feel beautiful.
He pushed off his pants and briefs in one go. His dick sprung out, the shaft as silky as velvet. Thick, long, and complemented by smooth veins and a prominent crown.
The mere sight of it made my mouth water.
Zach tossed his pants to the backseat, his hand halting on something. “What’s this?”
He pulled it from the backseat.
A Chanel shoe box.
Heat shot to my cheeks. “Your gift to me.”
“Part of it,” he corrected, hooking his finger at the bottom of the satin bow and untying it until it loosened into a long cream-white string. “The best part of your gift is yet to come. Put your wrists together and press them to your headrest.”
Normally, I would tell the person asking me to respectfully go fuck himself.
But with Zach, I wanted to relinquish some of my control. Wanted to feel helpless before a man for once in my life. To let go.
He feared touching, so I vowed to let him do all of it.
Slowly, I raised my arms and pressed my wrists to the metal connecting the headrest and the seat. I expected my body to react with something other than anticipation. Fear. Reluctance. Regret.
But it didn’t.
I realized, for the first time, that I trusted Zachary Sun. With my life. With my safety. With my quest for vengeance…
Just not with my heart.
Zach leaned over the center console, fisting the white Chanel ribbon in his hand.
“That’s a good girl.” He tilted the backrest all the way down until I lay almost flat, straddled me with his muscular thighs, and gathered my wrists together, quickly tying me up. “Who knew you could be so obedient when a long, hard cock is your incentive?”
He stole a quick kiss, double and triple knotting my wrists. The dull bite of the satin digging into my skin shot an arrow of adrenaline through my spine.
A rush of liquid heat tickled under my navel, and I knew he’d find my underwear completely drenched. I yanked the restraints, just to test them out, finding myself securely fastened to the seat.
Completely helpless and at his mercy.
I tapered my eyes. “You’re suspiciously good at tying people up.”
“You would be, too, if your best friend constantly finds himself in compromising positions.”
“Oliver?”
“Romeo.”
I bookmarked this conversation for a later time.
This I had to know.
Zach straightened as much as he could in the small car, still straddling me, admiring his handiwork.
He grabbed my chin and tilted my face up so our eyes met. “You’re always beautiful, Farrow Ballantine, but you are especially beautiful when you’re at my mercy.”
He used his knuckle to brush my right nipple, a feathery soft touch. My body convulsed, my hips bucking, my pussy begging to be filled with him.
“More,” I whimpered.
“More?” He toyed with the edge of my panties, snapping it at my skin. “More what?”
I stared him in the eyes, reminding myself that this wasn’t easy for him. The whole touching thing.
“More of whatever you’re willing to give.”
“I’m starting to realize I’m willing to give almost all I have.” His knuckles traveled from my right nipple to the left one. “Where should I kiss you now?”
My eyes trekked down to my underwear. But I knew, practically, that the car was too small for him to scoot to the floor.
“Ah, I see.” He nodded. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. You’re coming on my tongue tonight.”
My throat bobbed with a swallow. He leaned against the steering wheel, gathered my thighs in one hand, and pulled my legs upward, so they propped on his shoulders.
“We don’t have to if you don’t want to,” I felt compelled to say, even though an inferno of need blazed through me, singeing every cell of my skin.
“Don’t want to? I intend to make your pussy my new home. I want to live inside you. To devour you from head to toe.”
He dragged my panties to one side, sinking his lips onto my pussy and breathing me in. His nose massaged my clit, sending me to the verge of combustion.
His full, hot lips moved against my pussy as he spoke, “You’re a drug, Farrow Ballantine. And you’re already in my veins.”
My thighs crushed together, knees wrapped around his neck as he ran his tongue from my tight hole up to my slit, then sucked my entire pussy into his mouth.
I arched, desire morphing into desperate pain, needing to give his wet tongue more access to my greedy pussy. His tongue found my clit.
The tip of it circled around the tight nub at a teasing, torturous pace. He sank his middle finger deep into my pussy. Shamelessly, my walls clasped on to it for dear life, begging for more.
“Look how soaked you are,” he murmured, tonguing my clit faster, a depraved grunt rolling from the back of his mouth. “How fucking tight you are. I’ve never fucked a hole this small in my life.”
His finger started working my pussy, and I couldn’t help it.
I blurted, “How many holes have you fucked?”
How does a man appalled by human touch lose his virginity? Alcohol? Drugs? Sheer suffering?
These questions had consumed me for weeks.
Zach added another finger, driving into me with punishing force, almost to the point of discomfort but not quite.
“Promise not to laugh?” he growled into my pussy, devouring my clit, my slit, my inner thighs with the hunger of a starved man.
“Promise.”
“Sex dolls.” His mouth paused over my skin, his labored breaths bumping his chest into the backs of my thighs. “Plastic. Synthetic. Cold. I needed to take care of my needs.”
“That’s it?”
My heart grew, expanding to the size of Zach’s misery, wanting to gulp every drop of anguish he’d ever felt and carry it myself.
“That’s it.” He unfastened the Chanel ribbon to free me and pressed a hot kiss to the back of my knee, closing his eyes at the admission. “I am otherwise a complete and utter virgin.”
I reached between us to put my hand on his knuckles, where he still fingered me. “Well.”
He stopped, staring up at me through lust-heavy eyes. His face was so boyish, so absurdly stunning, I found it hard to keep my tears at bay.
“There is nothing pathetic about you.” I traced his jaw with a single fingertip. “I’d be so honored to take your virginity, Mr. Sun, if you would give it to me.”
He offered a crooked grin. “It’s all yours, Miss Ballantine.”
I glanced between us at his hand that hovered beside my pussy. “Can I teach you a few tricks?”
His Adam’s apple rolled with his nod.
“Usually…” He paused. “My partners aren’t very good at giving me pointers. None of them have had mouths.”
I rolled my eyes, trying not to giggle. “Let me show you.”
I guided his index finger back into my pussy.
“Now curl it when you reach the end. Yeah, like that.” I shifted, my juices coating both our fingers. A frisson of pleasure swelled inside me. “Here. In and out. When you twist it like that, it hits my G-spot.” I threw my head back, moaning. “Yes.”
His gaze clung to my face as he worked my pussy, his lips swollen from eating me out. I couldn’t bear it. His desire to make it good for me. This childlike eagerness for approval.
I clasped his cheeks and pulled him to me, kissing him savagely, tasting my juices on his tongue, the rain on his skin.
Condensation fogged the windows. He continued fingering me, his dick pressed to the back of my thigh, hot and ready, the crown damp.
The scent of sex filled my car, and I knew I’d never be able to get rid of it. Every time I drove, I’d think about this moment.
My orgasm began building, swirling under my belly button.
Zach scooped one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking and grazing it with his upper teeth. He paused to stare up at me, resting his chin on the valley between my breasts.
“How can a creature be so perfect?” His finger moved faster inside me, his saliva smeared over my tit. He shifted from my left breast to the right one, sucking it into his mouth. “How come I can’t stop touching you?”
I reached for his cock on my thigh, rubbing it. “Keep going. Faster.”
“No. I need to fuck you,” he growled, lips moving back to my mouth, kissing me with frantic, animalistic need. “Now.”
“Do you have a condom?”
His mouth slipped to my throat, kissing and nibbling. “I’ll pull out.”
The orgasm built between my legs. It felt like floating off a cliff, waiting for gravity to catch up.
“Zachary. I’m not letting you fuck me bareback.”
His lips returned to my nipple. “Even if I ask really nicely?”
“Even so.”
“Even if I’m willing to gift you every piece of art I own other than the pendants?”
“Y-you would do that?” I gasped, my muscles shaking as a climax rumbled through my body.
“I’m a desperate man, and you’re a hardheaded woman.”
But I was too busy falling apart into a trillion pieces to answer him. As soon as I began coming, he stopped fingering me, cupping my pussy and pressing it hard with the base of his palm.
I moaned so loud, whales in the Pacific Ocean must’ve taken it as a distress signal.
“I can feel your cum. Fuck. It’s coating my palm.” Zach buried his face in my shoulder, rubbing his dick over the back of my thigh. “This is beautiful. You are beautiful.”
He rose to his knees, slowly unfastening my legs from his shoulders, raising the palm that held my pussy between us. It was covered with my juices.
I bit my lower lip, refusing to feel embarrassed. I panted hard from the orgasm, our sweat mixing together.
Zach brought his hand to my face. “See what you did?”
I nodded.
“Now lick it.”
I did. With a level of enthusiasm that should’ve been reserved for saving the entire nation from alien invasion.
There was something so incredibly hot about licking my own desire for him. When I finished, he inspected his palm through hooded eyes, grinned, then dove down to kiss the hell out of me.
Our tongues tangled together. We moaned into the kiss, holding each other for dear life.
My entire body was wrecked, both with the orgasm and the position I’d had it in, but I still wanted to return the favor. To give him the release he desperately needed.
He was human, after all—no matter how much he denied it to himself.
I pushed him off me. He rolled back to the passenger seat, following my movements through thirsty eyes.
I unlocked the door, rounded the car, and opened the passenger side, hooking a finger. “Get up.”
“Are you ditching me in the woods?” Zach clasped his cock, trying to tame his erection, fishing for his boxer briefs in the dark. “Because let me assure you, Little Octi, I’m already suffering here.”
“We’re going to take care of your problem without having sex,” I announced, grabbing his hand and tugging him out.
He seemed fine with touching—with touching me, anyway. Pride filled my chest at how far he’d come.
Through the faint glow of the headlights, I noticed the skepticism in his raised brow, but he still humored me.
I shut the door behind him and pushed him against it, kissing him. We were both still naked—down to our underwear.
At any second, someone could catch us.
The mere idea of being seen thrilled me. But I was different from Zach—I flirted with danger all the time. I knew I was pushing his limits.
What I didn’t understand was why he let me.
Zach glanced around as I lowered myself to my knees. Gravel dug into my skin. I pushed his black Calvin Kleins further down.
His hot dick pulsed in my hand, so big I couldn’t even hold it still.
“I’d strongly prefer not to be caught with my dick in my housekeeper’s mouth,” he muttered, running his fingers through my hair, tugging me closer, contrary to his words. “This is a level of depraved only middle-aged white politicians can afford, Octi. Stand up. We’ll do this some other tim—”
But before he finished the sentence, I grabbed the base of his cock and guided it into my mouth, licking all the way to the tip.
“Never mind.” He dragged a hand over his face, hissing out, “It appears I’m going to destroy my reputation, along with every other principle I’ve ever held. It’s truly astounding how your mouth is getting me into trouble.”
A giggle bubbled up my throat, but I tamed it, sucking half his cock into my mouth.
I wanted more, but he’d never fit.
He wrapped my wild locks around his fist twice-over, sloping my head just so as he began thrusting into my mouth. “Fuck, Octi, you feel so good.”
I watched his face through a curtain of lashes as I bobbed my head back and forth, relishing his taste—earthy and citrusy.
“More, Farrow. That’s it.” He pushed his hips forward, begging me to take more of his dick in my mouth. “Such a good girl.”
I grinned around his cock.
No one had ever accused me of that before.
“You’re too big,” I managed to mumble. “It’ll never fit.”
“We’ll make it fit. I promise.”
“It’s huge.”
“Let’s try one inch at a time.”
Easy for him to say.
He wasn’t the one who had to accommodate so many inches.
I opened my mouth wider, tilting my chin up as he gripped his cock and guided himself deeper into my mouth. His tip hit the back of my throat.
My eyes stung with tears, my gag reflex activating. I tamped it down, desperate to make him feel good.
He stopped all of a sudden, his body tensing. His six-pack was crazy. Every time he breathed, it contracted.
He pet my head, almost reverently. “Are you okay to take some more?”
I nodded.
Why are you nodding? He’s going to push your tonsils down your lungs.
“Are you sure?”
Since I couldn’t talk around his cock, I flipped him the bird rather than answering.
Zach chuckled, his gruff voice trickling into my system, warming me on such a cold night. He pressed even deeper. His cock curled to the shape of my throat.
I breathed through my nostrils and tried to regulate my breath. I was literally choking on his cock.
“You feel so warm,” he cooed, and my entire heart melted into a pool of goo in my stomach. “I want to fuck your mouth so hard, you’ll never be able to close it again.”
I cupped his balls, a warning for him to fix his dirty talk. He groaned, letting his head fall back as he inched further. He was all the way inside my mouth now. We took a beat to adjust to the situation.
He toyed with the hair at the nape of my neck. “Can I thrust?”
I felt him leaking pre-cum into my throat, one drop at a time. His whole body trembled.
I gave him a faint nod, as much as I could. He began thrusting, fucking my mouth mercilessly while holding me by the hair.
I propped one hand against the passenger door behind him, delirious with desire. With my spare hand, I reached between my legs, swirling my clit with my index finger as I sucked and nibbled and spat on his cock while it filled my mouth.
Zach’s thrusts became jerkier, his hold on my hair tighter as I rubbed my clit faster and harder.
“I’m going to come fucking buckets.” Zach groaned. “I need to pull out now.”
I shook my head frantically, releasing the door and clutching his iron ass cheeks in my hand, whimpering as I felt myself coming. I wanted him to come inside my mouth.
“I’m not a believing man, Farrow.” Zach buried both his hands into my hair, tipping my head slightly up to look at him. “But I find it hard to believe nature is capable of flawlessness as radical as you.”
His cum washed over my mouth.
I gurgled on the thick, hot liquid. It stuck to the walls of my throat like honey.
He brought me up to my feet, unsteady himself. I struggled to stand, knees like jelly beneath the weight of my own climax.
I was riding the mid-orgasm euphoria when he righted me and grabbed the back of my head. “I want to do filthy things to you, with you, and for you. And I’m going to start with this.”
He tongued me hard, kissing the breath out of me, my mouth still full of his cum.
It dripped from the corners of my lips as we kissed, bit, and nipped, moaning into each other’s mouths. Down our chins, sticking to our skin like glue in the ice-cold night.
We were tangled everywhere—limbs, fingers, hair, tongues.
I couldn’t stop this train wreck even if I wanted to.
This dark, tortured man had trapped me under his spell, and I was going to let him use me.
Only this wasn’t any spell.
It was dark magic.
