Love Novel 77

I’m saying a prayer to whatever god exists that Jake is nowhere to be found. Zaid and I make our way to his room, with
no one knowing.
I lean over the bed, putting my weight on my hands as my legs turn to literal jello. “Fuck.”
He chuckles from behind me, and I feel him move my dress up my thighs, up my waist and over my head. A shiver runs
down my skin and with his hands on my hips, he spins me to face him.
“I had fun tonight,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to my nipple.
I shudder, arching my back. “Me, too.”
There’s a rumble in his chest and I know he’s laughing. “You’re so responsive.”
My eyes are closed, and all I focus on are the tips of his fingers as they caress my spine. “You feel so good.”
He hums, his fingers trailing lower, and when he nudges at the plug in my ass, I hiss. My body jerks and he seems to like
that, holding me tight against him.
“You need to relax, baby.”
I moan. He pulls on the plug, and I bury my fingers in his chest. He’s lazily pressing kisses to my neck. When I realize he’s
trying to take it out of me, I lift one leg and wrap it around his waist, opening myself up.
“Good girl,” he purrs against my ear.
I shudder again and then I kiss his neck, running my lips and my tongue across his skin. I can be a good girl; I am a good
girl. For him.
He moans, thrusting his hips against mine, his erection nestled between us.
“Zaid,” I groan.
He says nothing, just keeps kissing me and pulling on the plug. Slowly, as I relax to his touch, I feel myself loosening. I
hiss, biting down on his shoulder as the thickest part of the plug passes.
My eyes water and I bury my face in his chest.
“So perfect,” he mutters.
I breathe out, relief flooding me as I tingle from the absolute emptiness. The plug thuds against the ground and then it’s
his finger prodding the rim of my asshole.
I hiss, pulling on his shirt until his mouth is on mine. He smiles against me. “You’ll be a little sore, but nothing you can’t
handle.”
He removes his fingers, laying a small slap on my cheek before pulling away.
I’m naked, panting for breath, my ass sore and my pussy throbbing. Why does he always pull away and what will it take
to finally get him to fuck me?
He looks me up and down, his eyebrow quirking. His hands move to the hem of his shirt and my eyes take him in, scars
and all, as he undresses. The heat in my chest grows and when his boxers drop to the floor and I get an eye load of his
erection.
Thick. 
Long.
Hard. 
It sticks out and I wonder how it hasn’t turned his pants into a tent this entire time. He’s the biggest one out of the three
and my body tingles with the anticipation.
“Jesus fuck,” I practically salivate.
Zaid hisses, grabbing the back of my neck, his fingers pulling at my hair. “Don’t look at me like that, baby. I won’t be able
to keep my word if you do.”
I frown.
“I’m not making it easy for you, Alina. I’ve had to watch you be with my brother all of this time. I get to torture you just a
little, too.”
My breath leaves me in a pitiful whine. “What?”
He smiles, planting a kiss on my neck. “Let’s get to bed.”
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click away, exclusively available on our site. Happy reading! He releases me and I’m breathing like a dog, the juice from my pussy dripping down my legs. “You’re not gonna…” I
clear my throat. “We’re not going to…”
I stop mid question as Zaid looks at me from where he is lifting his covers from his bed. He shakes his head and my body
coils from the disappointment and utter rejection.
He looks down to where I’m rubbing my legs together and a smirk lifts his lips. “You are more than welcome to touch
yourself.”
My breath catches.
“I’m more than happy to fall asleep to the sound of your fingers rubbing your pussy.”
My nipples harden, and I tighten my hands into fists to stop myself from touching them.
“I love watching, too.”
My tongue runs across my lips and I notice how the heat in his eyes increases tenfold, a bead of cum dripping from his
cock. The worst thing about all of this is that he wants me just as bad, but this is part of the fun for him.
This is part of the pleasure. The teasing, the torture, the pain.
“I think,” I whisper, swallowing to keep my voice steady. “I think I’m going to sleep in my room.”
He smiles at that, tilting his head. “You do that, baby, and this will take a lot longer.”
I grunt, and it only makes his smile widen. I gather my resolve and, with a huff, I make my way to the other side of the
bed and crawl under the sheets. Zaid looks down at me in his bed, studying me for a moment before clicking off the light
and settling beside me.
We lay in the silence for a few minutes, and I close my eyes, blowing out a steady stream of air to calm the nerves that
are igniting my skin.
Zaid rolls toward me, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling against his chest. My leg holds onto his hip and I feel
the head of his cock on my clit.
Heat boils through me and we both exhale, moaning. My heart hammers in my chest, wondering if he’s finally given up,
if this is too much for him and he needs to fuck me as much as I need him to fuck me.
“Go to sleep,” he whispers in my ear.
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I throw my head back, groaning in disappointment. “I can’t sleep like this.”
“Like what?” He teases.
“Empty,” I breathe out.
He hardens even more between us and he flips us, so I’m on my back and he’s over me, his cock pressing against my clit.
He thrusts and my stomach tightens, my skin breaking out in goosebumps.
His lips find mine in the darkness, his tongue sweeping in my mouth as he rubs his cock between my legs. His breathing
turns heavy, slow and small grunts leave his mouth.
The burning inside of me is growing, leaving my lungs in pain as if I can’t breathe. I want him; I want him so much. I
didn’t know it was possible to want someone so much.
He grabs my hand and places it between my legs. I shake my head. “No, please.”
He lifts his head, his hand cupping my jaw as he continues to thrust. “Finish it, baby.”
I rub my clit. The pleasure is so heightened that it hurts. “Please, Zaid. I want to feel full.”
He moans, burying his face in my neck. “Fuck, baby.”
I increase the pressure of my hand, knowing that this is the only way I’m going to orgasm tonight. “Why won’t you fuck
me?”
He smiles, his brow twitching as he quickens the pace of his hips. “You have to say the words.”
My orgasm is so close, so close I’m struggling to speak. “Say that I want you to fuck me?”
His eyes caress the side of my face before he sadly shakes his head. The look in his eyes is so beautiful, my chest aching
at the sight. I press my fingers harder against my clit and I’m about to fall over.
My body shatters, my spine and legs shuddering as I moan beneath him.
“You’ll understand soon,” Zaid whispers against my hair just as I fall asleep