Zayne rimmed the edge of his wine glass as he watched you talk to your father and one of his other friends. He’d been sitting here for almost 30 minutes, being subtle about his attention on you. The long dress you wore hugged your body perfectly, he almost believes that you chose it for the backless part so you could rile him up.

But, you weren’t aware of his attraction to you.

Your dad was talking to one of the neighbors about something relating to construction, and you tuned out, but felt like someone was watching you. You casually look around the place, not seeing the green eyed man sitting in the distance just watching you. You turned back to your dad to excuse yourself, and walk away.

Zayne follows your figure and stands up, brushing off his suit before walking in your direction. Your pace increased just a bit as you rushed toward the empty hall, deciding to turn in for the night. Zayne finally catches up to you, and slows his pace, just a bit the wider his steps get. He hears you let out a sigh, and sees you stand against the wall; you let out a sigh and rest your palms behind you on the wall.

“Tired?” A voice rang out, and your head turned quickly.

“Oh, Mr. Li! I’m just taking a break,” you watch him get closer and stand in front of you.

“All that talking and standing around has worn you out, hm?” He speaks quietly.

You nod, and lower your head, looking at the ground then tilt it to the side. Your hand comes up to rub the side of your bare neck.

“Does it hurt?” You look up at him.

“Mm just a bit. I don’t know why Marty likes to just, grip the back of the neck when hugging people”.

“Let me see,” he softly suggests, taking 4 steps forward.

You look up at him softly and turn away bit, giving him access your neck. His large hands carefully come up, and rest on your shoulders— rubbing them gently then slowly moving up to your neck. Your heart beats a little faster, feeling nervous and somewhat awkward. Your hands rest in front of your pelvis, closed and layered. Zayne’s thumbs rub circles along the structure of your , and you let out a sigh.

“I’m assuming that feels good?” He whispered.

“Yeah…” you don’t know why you suddenly want his hands in other places.

You can feel him behind you, and something about this was sounding alarms in yours head. Why were you letting your dad’s friend touch you like this? Yeah, it seems normal, just someone giving another person a neck massage, but if someone saw you two, they’d assume something else.

You blinked, feeling his hands caress the side of your throat. You feel a strange warmth forming in your pelvic area and lower region, and squeeze your thighs shut.

But he noticed.

“You’re tense… relax for me,” he continued massaging the area.

You feel tired, but relieved. Your shoulders loosen and drop, feeling vulnerable to the tall man behind you. His hands move to the back, sliding down between the top of your spine then away from your body. You grip your neck, and look at him.

“Th-thanks,” you look away quickly.

“You’re welcome.” He maintains the soft tone.

He continues staring at you with an unreadable expression. He can’t decide if he should take you here and now, or walk away and act like the tent in his oants isn’t bothersome. Deciding to be naughty, his hand curls around your forearm, and he pulls you with him somewhere nearby.

“Huh? Where are you taking me?” You look at the back of his head confused.

He opens a door, and finds the room to be a closet. A tight fit, but you’ll both make it in. He steps in and pulls you in, closing and locking the door.

“W-wait why are we in here– mm!” He cups your face and kisses you passionately.

His left hand cups the back of your neck, while his right hand slides down your waist and to your ass to grip. You stare up at him wide eyed and confused, feeling an odd, but good sensation when he to uhes and kisses you. He deepens the kiss, and slides his tongue in, making you grimace at the wet muscles. It makes you feel tingly and excited, causing a moan to slip into his mouth.

He pushes you back against the wall, continuing the kissing as he lifts your legs up and around his waist. Your tongue wrestle with each other, having saliva drip out your mouth just a little. Your eyes squint at him, then slowly close, feeling him tilting your head to the side. He pulls himself back, and kisses your cheek, then your jaw, then your neck. He reaches a spot that tickles but a moan flow smoothly out your mouth.

Your hands rest on his shoulders as he mouths the flesh and bites on it, needing to mark it. His hands that rubbed your waist, slid up to your breast and gave them a firm squeeze, and his thumbs rub your nipples through the fabric.

“M-Mr. Li, I– ha!” Your left hand grips the wall next to the door, while the other cups his jaw, watching him in dazedly as he pulled your sleeves down.

His right hand gripped the center of your dress’s neckline and pulled it down, revealing your pretty blue bra. He eyes the two mounds confined behind the fabric, and you look up at him innocently, confused, but aroused. He doesn’t speak as he admires the sight, and looks up at you.

“I… I’ve never done this, Mr. Li. I-I don’t know if we should go further,” you swallow nervously.

He steps as close as he can then leans his head down, his face parallel to your breasts. You stare at him with curiosity and concern in your eyes, but his eyes reflect the burning need and lust within him. He carefully pulls your bra down, and clenches his jaw as he watches your tits slip out. You gasp when his hands curl over the lumps and massage them.

“I want to hear you say my name…” he breathes against the flesh, gliding the edge of his teeth in your cleavage.

“M-Mr. Li…” you pant and quietly moan, looking down at his hands.

“Say it.” He quietly, but firmly orders.

He rubs circles around your nipples then press on them like they were buttons. You bite your lip, squeezing your thighs together as an exciting feeling spreads throughout your pussy. Your eyes sting to cry in pleasure but you hold back. He leans his head down and kisses your neck again keeping the massaging motion for your lumps.

“Z-Zayne… we should stop. My dad… he might come looking for me,” you whisper.

Your chest rises and falls steadily as he moves up to kiss your clavicle, then back to your cleavage, before finally attaching his lips to your nipple. Your head falls back against the wall, eyes rolling back as this new sensation courses through you.

“O-oh…!” You breath out, quieting when you hear his soft sighs of delight.

His tongue flicks the pebble, then sucks it again, opening his mouth wider to take more of the flesh.

“Th-this is… wrong– ha– my dad’s gonna kill you…” your lips quiver before you teeth bite down on your bottom one.

You lower your head to watch him kiss and suck on your breasts, and you curl your fingers in his hair, tightly gripping the strands. His hands move to keep yours at your sides, and he holds your forearms to keep you place.

He pulls back, making a soft sound of a suction echo out. He gives both your nipples a long and slow lick, kissing them after. He eyes your face, and stands straight again with the two of you staring at each other.

You’re a panting mess, your hand cups your forehead as if trying to calm yourself down.

“How do you feel?” He whispers, pulling your deess down more.

“U-uh… kind of tired a-and confused… but tingly and warm…”

Your dress falls to your ankles, and his hands gently caress your waist and stomach.

“W-why are you… doing this?” You ask quietly, gasping when his fingers rub your folds through your panties.

“Because I love you. I’ve waited for long to touch you like this… I can’t keep holding myself back, honey…” he lowers to his knees and pulls the fabric to the side, revealing your wetness

“W-wait! That’s not–!” Your eyes widen when his lips connect to your folds, his two fingers spreading them so he can get between them.

“Oh! Mmm!” You shake, and grip his hair again, feeling his tongue reach places you’ve never tried to reach, let alone touch.

He lifts your leg from under your knee and presses it behind you against the wall. You pant and watch him go to town on your wet cunt. Your foot arches, toes clenching when his tongue flicks and rubs your clit.

“R-right there! Yes!” You cry out, feeling him kiss and rub his lips against your other ones.

Your flavor drives him mad, him wanting nothing more than to stay between your thighs forever. And when you squirt on his face, he gets madder and licks up every drop, watching you come apart little by little. You come down from your high, and let out an exhausted sigh.

You thought that’d be the end of it— he takes what he wants then leaves and neither of you ever talk about this again. But when he stands up and gets undressed— his clothes bundling up next to yours— you make the mistake of looking down and seeing his massive, girthy length.

“Th-that’s…” you look up at him terrified, but he cups your cheeks, and kisses you again.

He switches pecks then pulls back, staring deep in your eyes. “You’re a virgin, hm?”

You blink twice, unsure of how he knows, and slowly nod. “I’ll go slow then.”

He lifts your right leg over his left shoulder, and grips his base, rubbing his thick leaky tip against your clit. You shiver, and grit your teeth, getting a deep feeling of shoving him all inside you at once. The little light seeping in under the door, gives you some guidance to the sight, and you feel butterflies in your stomach.

He coats his dick in your juices as he rubs the tip on your yoni’s entrance. You get an intense reaction when his carefully pushes it in.

“I-it hurts… Zayne…”

“I know, love, just hang in there,” his unoccupied hand rubs circles on your lower back.

You pant faster as you both watch his dick slowly disappear inside you, feeling the pain spread further.

“I-I don’t think I can do it!” Your hands grip his shoulders, making his left arm hug you tighter.

“I’m almost in, sweetheart. Just a little longer,” he kisses you to distract you from the pain.

Your walls throb in pain, but squeeze him tight the deeper he gets, and with an inch left to push in, he slams all the way in, echoing out a sound as if something had snapped or locked in place. You gasp in his mouth, but his tongue swirling around yours makes it hard to get any sound out. Drools seeps out your mouth again, slowly dripping down to your chin then your breast.

He pulls back, and you chase affer him, but pull back and look down. “See? I’m all the way here.”

His voice barely shakes as he gently presses on the bulge in your stomach. His left hand moves from your lower back to your right ass cheek, gripping it tightly like he needed leverage. He doesn’t move, needing your tight, gummy walls to adjust to his thickness. A soft, cold breeze flows onto you, and you shiver. Your left arm moves and presses the back of your hand against the wall behind your head.

“I’m going to move now,” he says ever so gently.

He pulls out just two inches then pushes back him st the same pace. Your yoni throbs in pain, but you force yourself to push through. You look up at him, and bite your lip, trying to hold the tears from the pain back.

He left hand temporarily comes up and grips the back of your neck, then his head leans down to kiss you.

“Focus on me, okay? I promise you’ll feel good when the pain dissipates,” his warm and soft voice makes your walls squeeze around him even more.

“But you have to relax for me… you’re suffocating my dick, and I’m trying to not cum so quick, honey.” He breathes lowly as he pulls out an extra inch then pushes back in quick.

His right arm that was wrapped under your lifted left leg, tigtens its grip as he gradually moves faster. A quiet gush can be heard, and he gets harder at it. The pain you felt slowly fades into pleasure, and you shakily mewl.

“How does it feel, my love?” He kisses your lips then your jaw then your neck, and stays there.

“D-different… but good…” you breath out, looking down wearily at his genital sliding in and out of yours.

He groans against your neck and kisses that sensitive spot that makes you tremble. His hands grip your ass hard and move your lower body back and forth on his length. You whine and cry at the new addicting pleasure, it makes you feel lightheaded and dizzy. He meets your thrusts halfway and you moan loudly when his tip pushes into something deep.

He stops, and stares at you. “That’s the spot, isn’t it?”

You look at him wide and doe-eyed, and blink twice. He lifts your other leg over his shoulder, and both of them between his arms so his hands can grip your waist. He barely backs into the wall behind him and holds you up completely, needing to as close as possible.

“W-wait! G-give me a s- ngh!” He’s blinded by the feeling your body gives him in between his palms, and starts thrusting fast.

Skin slaps and reverberates within the small room. His jaw clenches as he rams his tip into your cervix over and over, watching you become a sobbing mess for him. Your shoulders down to your palms rest behind you on the wall, and your head stays down, watching Zayne move quickly and harshly.

“Ngggh! I-it feels good! Ohhh~” you let out a pornographic moan— he’s heard many times while in his room— and pant quickly, almost in unison with each thrust he gives.

“Fuck you feel so good.. always knew you would, princess,” he whispers in your ear, and you stare up at him.

“Shhhit! I- oh god, Zayne!” Your hands move forward to reach out and grip his shoulders for leverage, and he leans forward, caging you between him and the wall.

He fucks you with such speed, he wanted to put another hole inside. It almost makes him feel like a horny teenager. He stops for a moment, and you take a breather. Your mind’s clouded with nothing but pleasure, going from having conflicting feelings to needing him. He carries you, then squats down and lays you on the ground.

Your eyes widen when he lifts your legs up to the side of your head, and crouches over you.

“W-what is this?” You shakily ask, looking down to watch him slide right back in again.

You let out a broken sound, moaning again and again when he thrusts deeper than before.

“This is better… I’m even closer to you, princess,” he curls your body further, and cups your cheeks.

“Look at me. Stare into my eyes while I fuck you and make you mine,” he lowly growls, his fingers pushing deeper into your cheeks and making your lips pout.

“Y-yes sir~” You whine lowly, biting your lip as you stare at him with a loving gaze.

Your feet and lower legs shake and dangle over his shoulders, and he puts you in a bone-crushing hug. He can’t stop. He’s waited too long for this moment.

Too long to breed you.

Your ass pushes against the floor with every push of his hips; the flesh jiggles from the vibrations. Your mind gradually smooths out the longer this goes, releasing any worry, and just needing him and his dick. Your mouth slacks open, letting out every sound you could make.

“I’m gonna cum, angel. Keep it all deeeep inside, okay?” he whispers with a strained voice.

He keeps thrusting at the same speed and slowws down when he’s about to cum. Your eyes roll back after he slams into you and stops moving abruptly. A hot sensation forms somewhere deep in you, and you stare back at the wall you were once pressed against, letting out a much needed, elongated moan. You’re not bothered enough to care if someone hears you.

Zayne grinds his hips, groaning lowly as his dick shoots ropes of white essence into your womb. It quickly fills you then gradually spills out with each pump. He rocks your bodies forward and back, like he was trying to push more of his seed into you. Tears of overwhelming pleasure slide down the sides of your eyes and into your hair while mouth remains open.

He watches your chest rise and fall quickly as you try to come down from your high. Your legs twitch and toes clench tightly, while your head moves to the side facing the door. You’ve become utterly vulnerable for him, and his obsession adoration for you blooms completely, just from staring. His hands cup your cheeks and tilt your head up to look up at him in dazed.

“Mmm… look at you, honey,” he softly speaks. “Out of it and open just for me…”

His thumbs rub your cheekbones, and your pussy quivers suddenly, making you shiver. He quietly hums and hugs you, keeping his dick deep inside. You feel tired and sleepy, and lift your arms to tightly hug him. He kisses your temple, and whispers how you did so good for him, calling you his sweet girl as he gently grinds his hips. He kisses your lips sweetly as you tiredly stare up at him.

~~

Marty walked down the hall, going to use the bathroom, when he heard a strange noise. He looked further down and followed the sound, hearing it get louder the closer he got. He knocks on the door, but the sounds continue. His eyebrows furrow as he rests his ears against the door.

“Fuck! D-don’t… stop, pleaaase!” A familiar voice says, but he can’t figure out who that voice belongs to.

The muffled sound of skin clapping makes him put two and two together. He stares at the door with wide eyes and tries to open it, but it’s locked.

“Hey! What the hell are you guys doing in there?!” He yells, but doesn’t get a response.

Zayne’s hands grip your ass as your hips move up and down his massive length. You had his face pressed into your cleavage as you rode him harshly. You don’t know how long you’ve been in this closet, but you can say for sure that you neither of you would be leaving any time soon. You were so cockdrunk that you couldn’t stop bouncing on him when someone knocked on the door.

“Hey! What the hell are you guys doing in there?!” Someone said, banging on the door.

Zayne doesn’t seem bothered enough by it either, and lifts you off his length. Your legs shake aggressively, and you let out a whine, trying to get back on, but he turns you around so your back was pressed against his chest. He sits up and lays back against the wall, putting his hand back on your waist while the other pushes his dick back in. You both sigh in delight and he moves your hips in sync with his thrusts. His lips find their place on the crevice of your neck again, and you feel one of his hands grab your one of your breasts.

“My perfect girl… taking my dick like a fucking champ…” you mewl at the praise, and give a tired, lopsided smile

“I’m your perfect girl, daddy,” you say quietly, cupping the back of his head so he stays against your neck.

“Yes, you are, honey.”

~

It’s been 2 hours since your dad last saw you, and he wondered if you were okay. He asked around, but nobody would tell him a thing. He looked around and saw Marty walking out of the hallway with his head down. He approaches the man, and the guys jumps.

“Have you seen her?” He asks Marty.

The guy’s too flustered and shocked at what he heard earlier. But he shakes his head.

“I’ve haven’t seen her since earlier. Maybe she went outside or something,” he lies, feeling his heart pound harshly.

Your dad slowly nods and looks toward the front door as he walks away. Marty feels a heavy weight on his shoulderss, and just sighs, taking another glass of champagne from the butler’s tray.

~

Your mouth was slacked open, with drool spilling onto the floor, and yours eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head. Zayne had your ass up in the air and your back deeply arched while he stood behind you, using your cunt like a fleshlight. His right hand gripped the back of your neck and kept your cheek against the floor.

“Look at my little whore… Taking her older man’s dick like a cock-hungry slut,” he condescends, making you whine and groan.

His massive loads dripped onto the floor, some drops sliding down your thighs, and puddled beneath you. Your hands were squished between the wall and your tits, clenching at the unbearable heat and pleasure.

He leans down, and whispers in your ear: “You’re so stuff with my seed, sweetheart. I can’t stop fucking you… just feel so good, baby.”

A deep noise rumbles from his throat, and his right hand moves and smacks your ass, causing a shaky yelp to slip from your lips. His left hand slides around to grip your throat, tilting your head back just enough for him. He leans down and kisses your lips, furrowing his eyebrows at the softness beneath his lips. Your left hand moves back to the back of his left thigh, gripping the flesh as if telling him to keep going.