Page 121 of Merciless Obsession

“Yes,” she moaned.

“Yes, what?” I pressed her clit harder.

“I’ll be yours.”

“My what?”

“Girlfriend.” Her eyes closed.

Lowering my head, I took her bouncing breast into her mouth. Her knees touched her ears. “Fuck that, you’re gonna be my wife. Say yes.”

“Wha-what?” she stuttered.

I bit her nipple. “Answer me! Say yes!” I sucked roughly then flicked my tongue over the swollen bud.

“Yes!” Her arms went around my neck and her body shook against mine. “Yes!” she cried out, piercing my eardrums.

My mouth curled into a grin as I released inside her.

Lightly I kissed the inside of her breast. Tremors shot through her body while she panted heavily. Sweat coated our bodies. Flicking my eyes up, I moved my hands to her hair, grasping it. Pushing up, I pulled her head down and kissed her nastily. Our tongue entwined and did a sensual dance.

I lazily pumped in and out of her, listening to the sounds of our releases sloshing together. Ziora moaned softly.

“Till death do us part now, Bumblebee. Buckle your seatbelt because you’re never getting off this ride.”

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Me

Nazai, I need the number to your jeweler. He does engagement rings, right?

I sent the message to the group chat then set the phone on the nightstand and faced Ziora who was laying on the bed with her legs out.

“I still can’t believe I’m going to let you do this,” she groaned, staring up at the ceiling.

I smirked. “I told you I’ve been studying. I got you, Bumblebee.” I used the wooden stick to mix the wax in the pot.

“I’m only doing this because I don’t want anyone to get hurt because you’re too damn possessive.”

“I take that as a compliment.” I chuckled and lifted the wooden stick, placing a small patch on my wrist. It was about time Ziora started to take me seriously and realized I wasn’t playing when I told her I didn’t want anyone, male or female, seeing her pussy or her body period. She was due for a wax. The hair wasn’t overly grown, but Ziora had mentioned after her shower this morning that it was time for an appointment.

Ziora groaned. “This is insane. Ezra, you better not burn me.”

“Don’t worry, baby. I read this was a pain free wax and I watched a bunch of videos.” Grabbing my phone, I cleared the messages from my brothers and turned on music to distract her. I moved to the bed and ran the wooden stick near the crease of her mound and thigh then grabbed the white strip. Ziora kept a sharp eye on me as I went forward. She flinched a few times in the beginning before finally relaxing and letting me do my thing.

It took me about fifteen minutes to clear the hair in the front and back. I lowered myself and examined her pussy, spreading her lips. I licked my lips, missing her taste on my tongue. I knewI couldn’t touch her right now, but my mouth watered to run my tongue over her.

“Looks good. If I wasn’t a lawyer I think I could make a career out of waxing.” My eyes flicked up to meet hers.

Ziora lifted her head off the bed, propped herself up on her elbows, and cut her eyes into slits. “If I’m not allowed to let anyone else wax my pussy then you’re damn sure not waxing anyone else’s.”

My heart thumped roughly. “Is this your jealous side showing? It turns me on seeing your stinger.” I turned and bit the inside of her thigh. Her jaw twitched and she sighed when I sucked the same area.

Lifting up, one corner of my mouth rose as I grabbed a wipe to clean up any remaining wax.

“Look in the closet.”

Ziora climbed off the bed and walked to the closet door that had a full body mirror on it. She examined her pussy.