Haunting Temptation

ter that hugged his form perfectly, paired with blue jeans, a cream jacket, and those pristine white shoes. He looked different, a vision of luxury that I hadn't see

contrast to the mystery that surrounded Zion. Leaning back in my chair, I couldn't help but ask, "H

," he replied, making the answer a puzzle wrapped in secrecy. I raised an eyebrow, understanding the und

ttention of nearby patrons. His laughter, a contagious melody, echoed as he revealed a set of white teeth and a subtle d

her girl who spilled the beans, or are you secretly batting for the oth

ing away a nonexistent tear from the corner of his eye. A smile lingered on his lips as he shook his head, dispell

th those mysterious eyes and said, "You always a

e. Zion's gaze held mine, his eyes a mysterious abyss that seemed to pull me in. "Maybe it happens when

hing raw and untamed. "Or maybe," he suggested, leaning in slightly, "you just need something a bit more... primal. Like a ran

an come up with," I teased, the thrill of the forbidden dancing in my eyes. With that, I stood up from my seat, leaving

ry move. There was an unspoken understanding between us, a magnetic pull that defied reason. I pushed

with a confident swagger. The atmosphere crackled with an

ing to do something?" I challenged him, my voice bored

ed as his lips c

demanding a

etaliate by gripping his hair tightly. "My bad," I taunted, unable to resist the

n him hard enough to draw blood during our passionate embrace. "Don't worry,

wavered as he hiked up my dress and tore away my underwear. I couldn't help but prot

as my favor

e if I care." Another forceful kiss silenced my retort, while his fingers f

mn jerk but I kind o

it easy for him. So, with a surge of determination, I pushed him away and delivered a sharp slap across his face. The

excitement mingled, intensifying the white-hot flame burning within me. As he forced me down to my knees

lsing with need. My breaths came out in ragged gasps as I met his blazing

hand closed around my throat, squeezing with a force that bordered on painful. Darkness encroached on the edges of my vision,

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ossible. I gagged, my throat struggling to accommodate his length a

intensity of the moment. Feebly pushing against his thighs

es of discomfort. The feeling of having my throat fully occupied overwhelmed my senses. Diamond-like p

e to meet his gaze through tear-filled eyes. In a calm tone, he declared, "I'm going to take fuck of that clever mouth o

, remember this moment." Withdrawing until only the tip of his cock remained in my mouth, he paused and then thrust down sharply. I gagged, tears

a breath of air threatened to push me over the edge. In a mu

of fear that danced across my skin. His words, "This is going to be fun," ec

into a live wire of sensations. My attempts to draw in breaths between his merciless

filled the room. Each slap of his balls against mine was a brutal reminder of the pro

is size and intensity left no room for respite. Gradually, my throat yielde

ion was clouded with tears, the growing buzz between my legs became too insistent to

d bending me over, ignoring my feeble protests. His voice, roug

reathless words crumbled into a yelp as his palm landed

nishment for perceived wrongs. The final, hardest strike left my body jerking in response, a

lly tilted my head back, his lips brushing my ear. "Why c

at my skin, tears mixing with drool on the floor beneath me. Strangely, the exquisite torment left me

barely wrapped my hands around the cool tile of the toilet seat befo

focused on the rhythmic pounding

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o sec

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re, undilut

ers pressed into my throat, ampl

orn between pushing him a

rror above the table, lust and an

Open your eyes, baby girl." His grip tightened, arousal clouding my vision. The pressure felt fr

d eyes, swollen lips, hands on the toilet seat, back arched. I appeared sha

esumed his deliberate movements. Gradually, he eased himself into me, each inch a deliberate exploratio

pered, my voice a d

back with a force that would have sent me sliding if his hand h

ponse, lost in a cascade of moans as

in waves of mind-numbing bliss. When Zion finally concluded, my body was a quivering mess, sated beyond measure. I collapse

cted the wild passion we'd just shared. His soft strokes comfort

y dress before seating me on the toilet seat. "Feel better?" he asked casu

on had orchestrated this distraction; a challenge I had willingly provoked him into.

." Despite my hazy state, the promise of round two stirred something within me. The prospec