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She pats her hand to her head and must get a sense of what’s going on with her hair; her eyes grow round, but she just shrugs. I love that about her. She doesn’t give a fuck about how she looks.

“Okay,” she says, climbing out of bed. She’s just been wearing a long T-shirt and panties, and the sight of bare skin makes my dick stir in my jeans. Girl’s got legs for days. “Will there be coffee?”

“Hell yes. I’ll make sure of it.”

******

I was right. The occupants of the villa are still slumbering as I make my way to the dining area just off the kitchen. Julio’s maids are the only ones up and about, setting up food for the houseguests and undoubtedly preparing finger food for tonight’s little show. I grab two cups of coffee, a plate of sliced fruit and some toasted bagels and set up at a small table in the corner of the room, waiting for Sloane. She doesn’t take long to get ready—another thing I like about her. The last chick I waited on took over an hour to fuck around with her hair and makeup. I can tell Sloane’s wearing some makeup but it’s not much, just mascara and some lip-gloss, and her hair is ringing wet. She looks like she’s towel dried it a little, but the jagged wet ends are creating little dark, see-through patches over her tits where the water is seeping through her shirt. She looks fucking hot.

“Ohhh, coffee.” She groans as she takes a sip, closing her eyes. I wonder if she realizes that’s a total porn move. I doubt she’s been watching that much porn, though. Either way, the situation in my pants, recovered from before, suddenly returns triple fold. I’m raging this morning, and I have no idea why.

“So what?” she asks. “How is tonight gonna go down?”

“Well.” I shift in my seat. Pick up the saltshaker. Put it down again. “There are going to be a lot of people here. We’re gonna find Alexis and then we’re gonna get the hell out of here while we can. We’re gonna leave your car here and go in mine.”

She shakes her head. “That’s my dad’s car. He’ll kill me if I don’t take it back.”

Sloane’s worried about her dad’s old’s mobile, and we’re sitting in a compound filled with people who potentially wanna kill us`. Nice. “Can you even get that thing over sixty?”

She looks dubious.

“Exactly. Plus it also has wood panelling.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means I’m not driving a fucking car with wood panelling is what it means.”

She huddles conspiratorially over the table, leaning toward me. “Well, I suppose dad’ll just have to be happy to get his daughter back instead then, won’t he?” She looks so fucking happy that my stomach clenches. She hasn’t even laid eyes on Alexis yet, but she has absolute faith that she’s going to be leaving here with her sister tonight. I, on the other hand, have a few doubts.

“Shit’s gonna get nasty real quick if Julio lays eyes on us. We have to keep to ourselves. Try and be invisible.”

She seems entertained by this notion. “And you really think that’s gonna happen? With
you
here. You didn’t hear those girls talking last night. They’re desperate to see you.” The tone of her voice turns a little sour, making it clear how she feels about that.

“So that’s why you came in spouting about me being disease ridden last night, then?” Last night is pretty much the last thing I want to talk about, but this is too delicious. “Were you jealous, Sloane? Hmm?”

Sloane squirms in her seat, cheeks flushing. “No, I was not jealous! I was worried for my own safety!”

Such a liar. Oh, well. Let her pretend if she wants to. “Yeah, well like I said. I don’t sleep with hookers.”

“What about Alaska? Does she not count because she’s Julio’s mistress?”

“Alaska? Alaska doesn’t count because she’s a crazy bitch. I’ve turned that girl down more times than I can count.” Sloane raises her coffee mug to her face, but I can see the crinkling at the corners of her eyes. She’s smiling. “Why? Did she say I’d fucked her?”

“Oh, she implied it, that’s for sure. Some of the girls were speculating over, um…” Her eyes travel south, staring straight through the tabletop, lazering right into my crotch.

“My dick? They were talking about my dick?” Oh this just gets better and better. Sloane’s face is a bright shade of red now.

“Alaska said it was big, but she’d had bigger.”

“I’ve never fucked Alaska. She’s probably seen my dick, though. And I’m sure she
has
seen bigger. Alaska used to work in porn. The guys who work in that industry are normally freaks.”

“Well, I’m sure
you
could work in porn, then.” As soon as the words leave her mouth, Sloane starts choking on her coffee. I get the impression she didn’t mean to say that out loud. I bite back the urge to develop the world’s biggest shit-eating grin.

“Oh, Sloane. Did you just compliment my cock?” She chokes again, wheezing, trying to get some air into her lungs. I can’t help it; this is just too easy. “Did you
really
just compliment my cock? I’m almost flattered.”

“I meant that…oh forget it. Yes, I just complimented your cock. It’s massive. There, do you feel validated as a man now?”

She’s doing a valiant job of trying to own her comments, but she’s still embarrassed beyond belief. “I’m already validated as a man, Sloane. I feel like a man every time I make you scream. No, fuck that. I feel like a
king
every time I make you scream.”

She stops spluttering and rearranging things on the table, and just looks at me. Her eyes are burning. It’s that look in her eyes that does it. I can’t stop myself. There’s only so much a guy can take, and having her look at me like that is just about it for me.

“Stand up, Sloane.”

“What?”

“Stand up. Follow me.” I get up, abandoning my coffee and my untouched breakfast, holding out my hand. She hesitates for a second before taking it, following after me.

“Where are we going?”

We make it as far as the hallway before I realize we’re not going to make it to the bedroom. I walk far enough to reach an alcove in the hall and I practically lift her up and smash her into the wall, slamming my body up against hers.

“Zeth!”

“Yeah, just like that. Hearing my name coming out of your mouth like that—that’s what makes me feel like a man,” I growl. Her wet hair brushes my face as I bend to kiss her neck, her jawline, her collarbone. She tastes fresh and clean and uniquely
her
. My cock is throbbing in my pants, so fucking hard. I have to have her. I can’t fucking wait.

I rip the T-shirt over her head and immediately bury my face in her cleavage. The. Most. Amazing. Tits. Ever. I pin her with the lower half of my body, her legs wrapped around my waist, and I can then grab hold of those beautiful tits and I squeeze. Sloane gasps, her head rocking back to expose more of her neck. I don’t have enough fucking hands. I want to be stroking and touching her everywhere.

“Damn it, girl.” I huff against her skin, grinding my dick against her. It feels amazing; I want to push harder, to sink myself so deep inside her that she screams loud enough to wake the whole house up.

She’s incredible. I take both her tits and push them together so that the pink, tightened nipples stand erect, begging me to play. She makes stifled moaning sounds as I lick at her, sucking each nipple in turn and then biting down just hard enough to make her inhale sharply. Her head kicks forward and a jolt of remembrance slams through me—her kissing me the last time I fucked her like this. How she just leaned forward and smashed her lips against mine, digging her hands in her hair. How it set me on fire. I can tell she’s thinking about that kiss, too. It would be the most natural thing in the world to kiss her now. It would be easy. Suddenly my heart is slamming inside my chest, each and every beat chanting, I can’t. I can’t.
I can’t
. I retreat a little and let her legs slide down so her feet are on the floor.

“What’s—”

I unbutton her pants before she can finish that. She’s going to ask what’s wrong, and I don’t wanna hear it. I don’t wanna hear anything about right and wrong. This whole situation, her and me, none of it qualifies under either heading.

I rip her pants down, smirking a little when she has to put her hands on my shoulders for balance. I don’t just pull them down; I tear them off her body, taking her dainty little leather sandals with them.

She stands before me in her panties, hands twitching by her sides, trying to decide whether she wants to cover her chest or not. She’s all curves and soft lines, slim yet feminine, shy but completely unaware of the sexual energy she exudes.

I have to fuck this girl.

Right fucking now.

“Turn around, Sloane.” She gives me a guarded look, but her chest is heaving. She’s as turned on as I am. She’ll do anything I ask her to right now. That thought sets my blood on fire. And considering where most of my blood is right now, it feels like my cock is about to explode. She shoves away from the wall, turning slowly, giving me a hesitant last glance over her shoulder.

I take one look at her ass in the black lace French underwear she’s got on and I’m done for. It takes me three seconds to strip completely naked. I run my hands down the toned lines of her back, and I cup her ass cheeks, sucking in a sharp breath through my teeth. I can’t wait. I can’t fucking wait to slam home on that thing. It takes monumental restraint to gently push Sloane forward, so that she can brace herself against the wall. This has the effect I was going for; she’s bent at the waist, presenting her ass to me. And it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

She’s trembling with need. I wasn’t joking before—I feel like the motherfucking king of the world when I do this to her. I slide my hands over her sides and curve myself over her, reaching to palm her tits. They hang down, heavy and full, so amazing. I feel like a kid in a playground, and her body is my own personal ride. I thrust my hips against her and I nearly explode right there and then when she bows her back like a cat and pushes back.

“Fuck, Sloane.”

“Fuck
me
,” she returns. “Fuck me now. Please. Please…”

Her breathless pleading like music to my ears. She’s already wet for me—I can feel it through her panties, already soaking my dick—so I’m not gentle. I can’t be. I have zero restraint. I grab hold of those pretty panties and I rip them, not even a little remorseful about the waste. I’ll buy her more. I’ll buy her thousands of dollars worth of black lace in exchange for these ones right now. It’s the fairest trade I’ve ever made. Sloane cries out; I can tell she’s trying to stop herself, but she’s not succeeding. I’m crowing like a fucking badass cockerel in my head over that, over the fact that she can’t control herself.

I grab hold of my dick and squeeze; my muscles tighten at the pressure, sending a burning wave of adrenalin around my body. I don’t sink myself into her right away, though. I ease my fingers over her soaked pussy and I work her clit, working my dick at the same time. With every little stroke and flick of my fingers, Sloane grows more and more breathless. It takes her by surprise when I slide my hand back and I use the slick moisture on my fingers to touch her ass. In fact she nearly jumps out of her skin.

“Trust me, Sloane?” I’ve never asked her so directly before. I’ve never asked for her trust because if she gives it to me, I’m terrified I’ll break it. But not right now. Not with this.

“Uhhh…”

“Trust me.” This time it isn’t a question. It’s a command. I rub my dick against her pussy, knowing that it’s causing friction in just the right places, and I use my fingers to tease and stroke and knead her ass. She may never have thought she would ever do it, but before long she’s pushing back against me again. Enjoying it. Presenting herself to me, allowing me to apply more pressure every time she rocks her hips.

I push a little harder this time, inserting my finger just a little, and Sloane cries out, her body shaking so hard against me that I feel like I’m vibrating. “You like that? Huh?”

“Yes. Yeah. Yeah…” She sounds like she’s completely wasted.

I’ve waited long enough. I take hold of my dick and I slide it inside her, pushing so hard that my balls clench. I want to be rough with her. I wanna bruise her and leave my fingerprints all over her, but I don’t. I gather her hair and I wrap it around my hand, and I jerk on it hard. Hard enough that her head pulls back and her body bows again, far enough for me to lean forward and bite her shoulder.

She gasps through the pain. “Oh, fuck!”

I pull her head to one side, so that her chin is drawn back toward me, and I can see that I’m not overstepping any boundaries. Sloane’s eyes are rolled back in her head, her bruised lips swollen and parted as she pants out my name over and over again each time I force my way inside her. She’s tight. She’s so fucking tight it’s almost painful, but in the best fucking way.

I risk applying a little more pressure with the fingers that are still playing with her ass, and she responds by sighing, pushing back against me.

“Oh my god, Zeth. Yes. Please. Please…”

Yep. That’s what I thought. It’s game on. I’m not a fucking douche bag though. I’ve just shown her. I’ve shown her that she likes it.

“Please…”

Shit. Well, I’m not a fucking douche bag, but I’m no saint, either. I thrust my dick into her as deep as I can, and I ease my finger forward at the same time, going slow so that I can stop as soon as she wants me to. Her body is trembling so bad, and I can tell that she’s fighting it, but she doesn’t tell me to stop. Her small pants and whimpers are of strained pleasure, not all-consuming pain. I can feel my dick inside her through the wall of her pussy, and it’s… it’s just…I can’t…

I fuck her. I fuck her hard. I gauge her reaction and act accordingly when it comes to what my finger is doing, though. When it looks like she’s tilting, when the pleasure is turning to pain, I stop altogether and I use both hands to grab hold of her hips. With the added leverage, I pound myself into her harder than before, my blood singing through my veins.

I can tell when she’s about to come. She starts to shake, yet her muscles are straining, trying to keep her upright. I don’t have a hope in hell of holding back. We come at the same time, and neither of us are quiet. I slowly pump myself in and out of her, catching my breath. I must be a freak but I take a great and perverse pleasure in rubbing my cum through the slick folds of her pussy and into her ass.