His other hand slid down my back. Over my ass. Between my cheeks.
“You trust me?” he asked, his thumb pressing against my other hole.
“Yes,” I breathed.
“Then relax.”
I felt him spit down my ass crack and then he pressed his thumb inside. Just the tip at first. Then deeper. The dual sensation making me gasp.
“Oh God?—”
“Look at yourself,” he commanded. “Watch what I’m doing to you.”
I forced my eyes open. Forced myself to watch as he fucked me with his dick while his thumb worked my ass. The sight was obscene. Filthy. Perfect.
“You like this?” he asked. “Like being filled up by me?”
“Yes! God, yes!”
“That’s my good nasty girl. Taking everything I give you.” His thrusts got harder. Faster. His thumb pressing deeper. “You’re mine, Zahara. Every hole. Every part of you. Mine.”
“Yours,” I sobbed. “All yours.”
“Say my name.”
“Prime!”
“Louder.”
“Prime!”
“That’s right. Let everyone know who’s fucking you. Who owns this pussy.”
I was so close. The pressure building. The pleasure coiling tighter and tighter until I couldn’t breathe.
“Come for me,” he commanded. “Come all over my dick so I can fill you up.”
I shattered. My whole body convulsing. My pussy clenching around him. My eyes locked on my own reflection as I came undone.
He followed seconds later. Burying himself deep. His thumb pressing all the way in. His groan rough and primal as he filled me with his release.
We stayed like that for a moment. Both of us trembling. Both of us trying to catch our breath.
Finally, he pulled out slowly. Pulled up my pants. Turned me around to face him.
“You good?” he asked, his voice softer now.
“Yeah.” But I was still shaking. Still feeling the aftershocks.
“Come here.” He pulled me into his arms, holding me. Letting me come down from the high.
After a few minutes, we straightened ourselves. Fixed our clothes. He washed his hands. I fixed my hair. Made ourselves presentable.
Prime unlocked the door and we stepped out into the hallway.
Farah was standing right there.
Like she’d been waiting. Listening. Knowing.
