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Zoe

S NICK…

The sound of the door shutting cut through the silence of my hotel room, my body strung so tightly with overwhelming and nearly fantastical desire.

It echoed through the darkened room, and I jumped, nerves and hormones on high alert.

I made my way to the sliding glass door on the other side of the bed.

Not bothering to turn on the lights, I slid the door open.

The rhythmic sound of the ocean met the shore in gentle waves seven stories below calmed my nerves.

PING

Incoming text. I bit my lip, almost afraid to see the message.

Fuck, I hope he didn’t change his mind. I worried my lip with my teeth as I swiped to read the message.

One glance and I let out a soft chuckle.

Nope, just my best friend, Eden, checking in on me, because that’s what she does best. And binge watch Bridgerton when she gets sad, with a box or three of Junior Mints.

Or sit in the rain with an umbrella and read a book, Which might be she loved working at Book Boyfriends )

EDEN: SQUEEEEEE. Ride his face for me. Or something. Cheers, my love!

Yes, I was a dark romance girlie, but I had more important plans than reading or fantasizing about a masked intruder tonight. Okay, maybe I was hoping the intruder part would come true, but kidnapping and sleeping in. Trunk? Nope.

My lips twitched, threatening to smile, but I tossed my phone on the table after muting it. Hands shook as I shimmied out of my dress, clad only in my bra and panties. Just like I said I would be. Kicked off my heels, crawled onto the bed, laid on my side…and waited. Counting down the minutes.

Brett LeCavalier, in all his age gap sexy daddy vibes glory, dropped into my lap like a present from up above.

Thank god Noah, his youngest brother and one of my best friends, had spilled one night at the bar how his older brother would never settle down.

Which made him the perfect person to revenge fuck.

The dirtier the better. And from the rumors that flew fast and furious around the table, he knew how to please a woman and had a few that tried to nail him down, to no avail.

Especially when he spilled how Brett interviewed a few days before to replace the Triumph’s current coach, who had an affair with an assistant coach’s wife and caused an enormous scandal.

As if my current situation wasn’t poetic as fuck, though, in comparison.

My ex, or maybe never was , boyfriend, Liam Shaw, current winger on the Montreal Triumph, kept me like a secret.

Because, surprise, surprise, he had another secret girlfriend, but told us both we were the ‘only one’.

Why the hell either of us cared enough for the asshole to be kept like a dirty secret was beyond me.

Workplace romance? Pfft.

More like a workplace disaster . Talk about the sin bin. I was so. In the penalty box when the other player should’ve been ejected from the damn game.

The one and only time we slept together had also been the most disappointing night of my life.

All talk, and no follow through. Should’ve known those dick pics were bullshit posturing. He probably sent the same one to God knows how many other girls.

Of course, he was only the second person I’d ever had sex with and so far, my record for two’s company fell way short of my solo-is-the-way-to-go endeavors.

Liam tried to tell me the reason I didn’t enjoy myself had been because I couldn’t let go of my inhibitions.

Alone, yes, but subconsciously I must’ve known something wasn’t right.

If I could give myself an orgasm, then I was pretty sure I wasn’t the problem. Asshole.

Fuck, if only I had listened to my gut and trusted myself instead of allowing him to feed into my insecurities and manipulating me into thinking I was special.

Anger and humiliation washed over me, but I had promised myself to no longer empty my fucking cup for assholes.

Neither here nor there , I thought, slid onto one side on the soft, white hotel comforter draped over the king sized bed.

Please, whatever sex goddess makes-a-girl-happy-deity listen to the prayers of girls like me , I thought, who needed to feel that damn thing everyone talked about and I read or fantasized about and let me for once, see the fireworks and scream someone’s name in utter ecstasy rather than cringe in disappointment.

With another person. A hot other person.

If it was with my ex’s future coach, who didn’t do feeling or attachments, all the better.

Plus. Win. Win. Orgasms without anything else sticky because Brett was…Brett.

Time ticked by, and I almost gave up hope.

My eyes had just drifted closed when I heard the telltale sound of the door being unlocked by a key card.

My breath hitched, my body lit up by the sudden electricity in the air as the hiss of the door opening shot low in my belly.

Every nerve ending in my body lit up, as desire raced along my skin.

I forced myself to stay still, not react.

His spicy scent and warmth of his body hit me.

God, when I breathed in as I stood next to him, playing it cool and asked him for his phone, the pine and leather and something so male filled my senses and I swooned.

He smelled the way I imagined the epitome of sexiness had to smell.

Mouthwatering, spicy, delicious, and darkness incarnate.

Ok, that might be my Delena Bennett fan-girl side showing, but still…

I wanted to lose myself in him. His sharp jawline, rough with a day’s stubble, had me fantasizing about the way it would feel against the back of my neck…

and between my thighs. Along my breasts.

And god, those gray eyes? The storm that rolled through last night over the ocean paled in comparison.

And soon, God willing, I would.

Every footfall as he came closer revved up my already oversexed mind to where my body trembled with the need to come or explode into stardust. Part of me got lost in the fantasy, because I wanted him to do every dirty thing he could think of, even if I was a toy for him to play with.

There was freedom in it, a release of expectations.

To be used in the most filthy, dirty ways he could imagine.

A low growl had me nearly jumping off the bed, but there was no way in hell I was going to blow this. I forced myself to breathe, stay still, and sink into the anticipation.

A smile spread across my lips lazily as my mind slid into a kind of dreamy haze, not because of the two drinks I had that were just enough to make me lose the jitters, but because of his presence.

The unspoken and intrinsic knowledge he would take care of me, and give me what I needed the moment I laid eyes on him a few days ago.

The racing thoughts of how I dumb I had been, or that I missed something and still did, calmed in an instant. Brett LeCavalier made it stop.

Yes, I totally stalked him during the pre-wedding activities while catching a few rays…

The bed sank with his weight as he climbed onto the bed, one arm over my body, his torso caging me in.

Trapped as he ran his nose along the sensitive skin at my collarbone.

Shivers trailed behind in the wake of his touch, and I whimpered.

Caught in between wanting to see his face and loving how the hard planes of his body contrasted with the softer places of mine.

“Don’t move unless I tell you. This is what you wanted, isn’t it, Little Tornado?” A hand traced up the side of my ribcage as he shifted. I could escape if I wanted to, and that was the point. This fucking man was giving me the chance to leave.

He made consent even sexier, and I trembled as my body and mind responded to the choice he offered.

But nothing in this world or beyond could make me leave this bed or Brett.

Nothing.

His fingers lingered at the point where my neck and shoulder met. His sexy hum of approval felt like the sweetest praise dripping along my spine. Wanting more, I fought the urge to squirm as his hand entangled in my hair. “Fuck, I want to bite those tits. Mark you as mine.”

I arched against him, but he tugged, then pushed my head down low, kept in place.

Every inch of my body thrummed with desire, a dark and intense heat at being like this.

All his. One night of being owned by a man like Brett would ruin me for any other man and provide an endless font for fantasies for solo Zoe time.

“Still no name for me, honey?”

He let up enough that I was able to shake my head.

The sharp sting of his hand on my ass landed, and before I recovered, he delivered another.

I yelped and knew my panties were useless.

“Guess I’ll call you my needy little slut?

No one else’s but mine. Tonight, I’m going to use you the way you crave.

The way your body is screaming to be treated.

How I want to. How you need it, from the first moment you walked into the bar. Nod if you understand.”

God, he even made checking in consent sexy. I nodded, and desperation coursed along my fevered skin.

“Such a good little needy slut.” I gasped as his body shifted and he released my hair only to smooth along the back of my neck, along the sensitive area along my spine, and hooked around the thin straps of the panty I wore.

With a grunt of approval, he pulled it taut, the friction against my clit delicious and uncomfortable in the best way because I couldn’t move.

God, I wanted to, but the hard body behind me made that impossible. “Please-” I begged, but stopped before I said his name and gave myself away.

“Oh, Tornado. You’ll beg and plead, and I’ll take whatever I want.”

Fuck, my body strained, my ass pushing back, desperate for any contact with his cock. I whimpered when he rolled his hips, the hard length of him against me. “More.”

The feral growl as he shifted, pushing his still clothed body against me so hard, my pussy clenched, the need climbing toward my orgasm. “Fuck, honey, my pants are wet from rubbing against your pussy. So ready to take my cock, aren’t you?”

He hadn’t even touched me or teased my clit or pussy, yet I was ready to explode from his words and the way he treated me like his personal fuck toy.

Fingers pulled the strip of fabric to the side, and he plunged two thick fingers into my swollen pussy.

My body begged for more, even as I adjusted to the intrusion.

The obscene sounds of how he used me for his pleasure filled the air, along with my desperate pleas and his pleased grunts of approval.

“So fucking wet and begging to be filled. My little slut,” he murmured, and suddenly his warmth was gone, but he ordered in a low and commanding tone, “Don’t move.

Even an inch.” A harsh slap to my ass, and I yelped but stayed in place.

God, I wanted him to tell me I did a good job so fucking bad I was ready to weep with need.

The distinct sound of his zipper, um, unzipping, and foil being ripped registered before his hands were back, one on the back of my neck, the other teasing my wet center.

One finger, then two. A third stretched me, readying my body.

He slowly withdrew them from inside me, then brought them next to my face against the bed.

“Open, and show Daddy,” he smirked, remembering the name I said as I walked away from him downstairs, “what a good girl you are. How your needy, tight cunt tastes because it wants to be filled and take my cock.”

I obeyed, and sucked his fingers dry as he watched, then pulled them further into my mouth even further.

“Keep them wet for me. I’m going to fuck you,” he leaned down and bit the sensitive flesh at the side of my neck, “and fill your ass. You’re going to squirt for me, honey.

All over my cock when you cum. Just for Daddy. ”

Mindlessly, I wet his fingers, spit spilling out of my mouth and onto the bed just as he slammed his cock into my swollen pussy.

“Yes,” I screamed as he removed his fingers.

I tensed as he spread my cheeks, his cock so far in my pussy, incredibly full and stretched to my limit.

His cock twitched inside me, the girth burning, but so good at the same time.

Pain and pleasure entwined in a wicked dance my body craved and needed.

Pumped in and out, once, twice. Brett’s finger slid along my ass, to the tight hole no one had ever touched before.

I whimpered as he teased and put one finger barely inside the tight ring of muscle. My inner wells spasmed. I couldn’t tell if I wanted more or not.

“Tell me, has anyone played with your ass before?”

I shook my head as he continued to slow thrust his cock in and out, shallow, deeper, shallow. His finger slid in more.

“Fuck, honey. Taking your ass for the first time? Even with just my fingers? Such a good gift for Daddy’s little slut to give to me.”

Between his cock and fingers, I was so full I couldn’t think, only feel.

When he breached the tight hole, working and playing with my ass, heat spread from the top of my head along every inch of my skin.

Pinned down, used, and unable to think, the most explosive orgasm ripped through me I’d ever experienced. Even on my own.

He didn’t stop, and I barely recovered before he stretched me further, adding another finger in the most forbidden of places, and played my body like he knew every inch and had for years.

Relentless, licking the salty sweat and tears from me, fucking me harder and harder until wetness gushed from me around his cock as he growled, my inner walls spasming in endless waves.

“Fuck yes, soak me, baby. Come on Daddy’s cock like a good little slut,” he commanded, and I was helpless to do anything but take what he gave me. Loving every second in a mindless, blissful haze.

He came with a roar, and fuck if I didn’t wish wasn’t a barrier between us as his cum filled me, marking me the way his teeth had.

My body gave up, and I laid there boneless. He kissed my cheek and withdrew from me. “Stay right here, honey. I’m going to clean you up, draw a bath in that fabulous bathtub. Wash your hair, and dirty you up before the morning sun steals you away.”