As I kiss her forcefully, Zoe immediately reacts by fisting my hair and digging her fingernails into my shoulder. We’re high off one another. The attraction is magnetic. As soon as we come near each other, an undeniable force draws us in, making it impossible for either of us to resist. She tries so hard to fight it, and I love how she loses the fight every single time.
Zoe’s teeth scratch my lip while the tip of her tongue traces the curve of my bottom lip. Lifting her up, I drop her onto the counter, yanking the corners of her dress down to expose her black lace bra.
She moans into my mouth as I pinch her nipple with one hand while my other hand skates up her thighs, brushing her already swollen clit over the thin material of her soaked underwear.
What a beautiful little liar.
“Seems like you didn’t learn your lesson about lying.”
Zoe doesn’t respond, biting down on my lip while pulling the top of my hair hard.
My little brat is feeling feisty tonight—her fire matching mine perfectly.
“This has nothing to do with you, Lewis. I’m always wet and needy.”
“You’re wet and needy for me. You belong to me like I belong to you,” I growl, pulling on her wet panties until I hear them tear. Grabbing the material, I shove it into my back pocket, knowing exactly what I want to do when the time comes.
“Do I now?” Zoe whimpers as I massage her entrance before bringing my soaked fingers up to my lips. Fuck, she tastes sogood. I repeat my movements, but this time, I shove my fingers down her throat as I bite down on the skin above her collarbone.
I suck and bite hard, knowing that when I pull away, her flesh will be angry and red. The thought of visibly marking her has pre-cum leaking out of me.
I continue to mark up her neck, pushing my finger in and out of her inch by inch, hearing the noises spill from her lips as I own her body. And once I’m satisfied with the damage, I lean back and stare at the red blotches all over her chest and neck. Zoe is breathless, staring at me through lust-filled, hooded eyes.
I bend down and suck on her nipple poking through her lace bra. Watching her eyes roll to the back of her head. I can’t take it anymore.
“Playtime is over, baby.”
Picking her up off the counter, I whip Zoe around and shove the bottom of her dress up until the tight material is covering her midsection. She’s completely exposed and staring at herself in the mirror. She remains silent as her fingers graze the angry marks I left on her. Unzipping my pants, I pull out my hard cock, stroking myself as I stare at her in the mirror.
With a tight grip on her wrists, I place her palms onto the mirror above her head “If you move an inch, I’ll slap this perfect ass. You got it?”
“Yes, sir.”
Kicking Zoe’s legs apart, I push her chest down and spit on my fingers, spreading it over her puckered ass and slowly probing one finger inside of her. Nudging the head of my cock at her core, I line myself up and stare directly into her eyes in the mirror.
“I own this ass, this pussy,” I growl, fisting her hair as I seat myself inside of her wet cunt. “This body is mine. Your mind, your heart, it’s all mine, Zoe. And if I have to mark you every day for the rest of my fucking life, I will.”
Zoe moans, shuddering with pleasure as I push the finger inside her ass deeper while my cock assaults her pussy. I love watching her submit to me like this, letting me take what I want from her when I want it and knowing she gets off on it.
She watches me in the mirror as I look down, stretching her with my cock and feeling her tighten around me while my finger massages her ass.
“Look how pretty you look, taking all of me,” I whisper in her ear, and she whimpers, pushing back into me.
Fucking Christ.
I’m going to lose my load soon if I’m not careful.
Suddenly, the red light switches to green, and the mirror flips for a second, displaying an audience behind the glass.
Looks like we’re not alone.
“They’re watching us,” she gasps.
Fisting Zoe’s hair, I pull her up against my chest, tilting her neck, and forcing her to stare straight through the mirror. I don’t stop, and I don’t plan on it unless she uses her safe word.
“They are. Does that turn you on?” My breath ghosts her ear.
“Yes,” she whispers, closing her eyes and leaning further into me. I can feel her growing wetter and chasing her orgasm.
