Page 15 of Daddy's Sinner

Zia’s fingers trail up my chest, her touch sending shivers down my spine. “Oh, it will. I promise.”

Leaning in, my breath warm against Zia’s ear. “Show me then.”

Her breath hitches as she pulls back slightly, those hazel eyes dark with desire. “Make me lose myself in you.” Gripping her tighter, my voice low and rough. “Oh, you will. I’m going to make you remember every second, every detail,” I growl.

Her body presses against mine, her touch electrifying. I push other thoughts aside, focusing entirely on Zia. “Tonight, I’m going to ruin you for anyone else.”

She moans, her fingers trailing down my chest, her voice sultry. “I want every part of you. Don’t hold back.” My lips brushed over her ear. “Only for tonight, I’ll fuck you like you’re mine. I’ll make you crave me forever.”

Then I continue to kiss my way down Zia’s neck, trying to stay in the moment. Her moans fill the room, her fingers digging into my shoulders. I focus on her, desperate to satisfy this gnawing hunger.

Zia gasps as I pull her closer, my hands rough and demanding. “Tell me what you want,” I growl.

Her eyes meet mine, filled with challenge and desire. “Make me forget everything but the feeling of you inside me.”

I drag my lips across her collarbone, her moans increasing in intensity. She’s giving me everything, but the pleasure feels hollow. I push the distraction from my mind, focusing on the moment with her.

Zia arches her back, pressing closer, her breath shallow and needy. I want to lose myself in her, but the satisfaction feels incomplete.

“You think you can handle this?” I ask, testing her limits. I’m searching for something to pull me out of this obsession.

Zia nods fervently, her breath hitching. “Yes… Please, I can take it,” she pants, trembling with desire.

“I’m going to fuck you hard, Zia,” I growl, my voice laced with dominance.

She helps me shed my clothes eagerly. Wasting no time, I thrust into her, and she gasps, clutching the sheets as her pussy stretches around my cock. Fuck, I think in that moment, realizing I didn’t put on a condom. She must sense my hesitation because, in a breathy voice, she whispers, "It's okay... I'm clean and on birth control."

At this point, I’m already inside her, so I push aside the worry and begin fucking her, focusing on the heat and pleasure of the moment. I won’t cum inside her, but I might as well enjoy the ride.

“Say my name,” I command, pushing deeper. “Tell me who’s fucking your tight little pussy, Z.”

“Alex!” she cries out. Her voice, though filled with passion, still feels distant. I focus on her, trying to stay present, even though the name she calls out doesn’t feel like it belongs to me. I’m not Alex, and she isn’t Marisol.

“Louder,” I demand.

“Alex!” Zia screams, her voice breaking as she nears release. The sound of her cries brings me back to the moment, though a part of me remains unsettled.

I let out a growl of frustration as she climaxes, her release ripping through her as she clings to the bed. I pull out and guide Zia to sit on the edge of the bed, fisting my cock and brushing against her lips.

“Open, baby,” I command, my voice a low growl. “Let me fuck that pretty mouth.”

Zia’s eyes widen, still dazed from her climax, but she obeys. She takes me in, her pierced tongue teasing the tip. I push deeper, feeling her moans vibrate against me, heightening my pleasure.

With a final, frustrated growl, I come hard in Zia’s mouth. As she swallows, the act does little to quell the dissatisfaction inside me.

I collapse onto the bed beside Zia. She slumps back, her body warm and spent, and I instinctively pull her closer. Her skin is soft against mine as I trace my fingers up her arm.

“Have you ever been in love?” she asks, her voice low and sleepy.

I take a deep breath, trying to think. “Not sure. I wouldn’t know what love is even if it hit me in the face.”

She lets out a soft laugh, playfully smacking my chest. “Oh my god, Alex.”

I smile at her reaction, then ask, “How about you?”

Zia tenses, her playful demeanor fading. She hesitates, her voice barely a whisper when she finally answers, “Yes. Madly in love. But I left him. He didn’t agree with my choice... and I needed to do this.”

My eyebrows knit together, curiosity getting the better of me. What would bring her here, of all places? Before I can ask, she continues, her voice soft in the dim light. “Family... My brother and I were estranged for years. He reached out, wanting to make amends. My partner didn’t trust him—or my decision—and now... here we are.”

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