Page 31 of The Marriage Negotiation

"Yes," I gasped as I rolled us, placing Zaq on top. I twisted in a grip of an erotic heat that was burning me alive. "Ride my cock, Zaq."

Using my biceps as leverage, Zaq lifted his hips and guided my cock into his tight hole. I hissed when the head of my shaft touched Zaq’s entrance, my body growing tense. Zaq’s eyes rolled upward, his hips pressing down onto my cock.

All I could do was shudder and close my eyes when I felt my cock enter the tight, wet heat of Zaq's body. It was me who cried out, my arms shaking as I placed my hands on Zaq’s thighs. I was overwhelmed at the feeling of being inside Zaq and the look of pure ecstasy on his face.

I gripped Zaq’s buttocks as the man seated himself. I held tight to Zaq’s ass as I pulled back, leaving only the head inside before thrusting my full length up into Zaq’s ass once again.

Zaq’s body arched, his mouth opening on a low cry as he shuddered. His nails pierced my arms, his legs tightening around my hips as I thrust in and out of the silken grasp encasing my cock.

"Harder, Pat," Zaq’s voice was low and husky, sultry.

Zaq was breathing rapidly, his chest rising and falling in hard breaths. His body was hot and wild as he raked his nails down my chest. Zaq began to bounce on my cock, his own shaft jumping around freely. I held Zaq's ass, cupped his ass cheeks, as Zaq took his pleasure from my body.

"That’s it, baby. Pleasure yourself, take what you want."

My fingers dug into Zaq’s ass as he gyrated his hips, his movements now slow and measured. Zaq was driving my need higher. I wasn’t sure what drove me more insane, the fast bouncing or the leisurely movements.

Zaq swiveled his hips, impaling himself on my cock over and over again. I was coming unglued, falling apart at the seams as Zaq took what he wanted, what he needed.

I was fighting not to plunge deep inside Zaq.

I almost lost my mind when Zaq clenched his inner muscles, encasing my cock in a tight vise-like grip. There was no other way to describe the growing madness inside of me. I began to move inside Zaq, slowly at first, pulling almost completely out and then pushing back in.

Unable to stand it anymore, I quickened my movements, and soon I was fucking Zaq with passion, ramming my cock hard and deep into Zaq's ass. It was the most amazing feeling in the world.

I could die that very second and know that I had visited heaven already. Zaq began to slide back up my cock, the grip like an iron fist as my body trembled. I growled gently, looking to where our bodies joined together, watching my cock reappear from Zaq’s giving flesh.

Zaq’s legs tightened around my hips, locking me into place as Zaq slammed his ass onto my cock harder. Zaq’s head rolled from side to side, his back arching as he let out a throaty groan. He arched his back, letting out a guttural sound as hot liquid spread across my chest.

My thighs grew tight as I watched the beautiful sight above me. I traced my fingers over Zaq’s hard chest, touching each dip as I rocked my cock in and out of his body. Zaq’s ass was pulsing, milking my cock with a ferocity that rocked me to my very core.

I felt a primal growl building in my throat, the need to possess Zaq overwhelming everything. It was a powerful feeling and one I had never felt before. I wanted to possess Zaq, to claim him, and let him know that no other would ever do for me.

He was it.

Forever.

Giving a few more plunges, I held tight to Zaq as I came unglued. My mind fragmented as I shoved my cock into Zaq’s ass, my seed forcefully being pulled from my body.

I was frozen in time and space, lights flashing before my eyes as I found my release, and felt my body emptying as endless spurts of cum filled the condom.

I grabbed Zaq's chin, yanking Zaq’s head down. As I stared into his beautiful brown eyes, I felt the drugging feeling of my orgasm slowly fade away.

I pulled my cock free, tied it off, and tossed it in the trash can beside the bed before curling up on the bed next to Zaq and pulling the covers up over the both of us. Zaq curled up to my chest.

I wrapped an arm around him, pulled him close, and let the tiny aftershocks settle me into sleep.

We could shower later.

Together.

Chapter Nine

~ Zaq ~

I wiped my hands on my pants legs, desperately wishing I wasn't so nervous about meeting Patrick's friends. I wanted to make a good impression, but these guys were captains of industry, millionaires and billionaires. I was just an unemployed nurse.

What could we possibly have in common?

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