Page 47 of Sapphire

“Now bend over so I can show you just how much I fucking love you and your tight ass.”

“Fuck,” Tomas says through gritted teeth as he moves toward the couch in the middle of the room. The one that Zoe was lying naked on yesterday. Images of her touching herself flash through my mind. Grabbing the bottle of lube from my work area, I work a good portion of the liquid over my hand, then down my aching cock. Tomas places his hands on the edge of the couch and waits for me.

“I will never get sick of fucking your tight hole, Tomas. I will never get sick of sinking in so deeply that you feel me right through you.”

He turns his head to face me. “Then do it, Mateo, fucking do it.”

I love it when Tomas begs for my cock. I pull his pants down, and my lubed hands run over his tight ass. I spread his cheeks and look at his puckered hole, ready and willing for me. Stepping back, I grab the lube again, squeezing the cold liquid onto my fingers. I watch as I slip two fingers into him, his hole stretching for me, his body relaxing around my fingers.

My cock twitches with the sensual delight of feeling him from the inside. I bite down on my bottom lip, trying to contain the feelings bubbling inside of me. His greedy little ass pushes back against my fingers. “You want more, don’t you, cariño?” I rub my hand along his toned back.

“Yes, more, Mateo, more,” he begs.

I press another finger in, making him moan. My other hand finds his cock, dripping. Back and forth I rub my hand along his thick shaft, feeling every throb of the veins. My hand moves down to his balls, and I roll them around my palm, playing with their weightiness.

“Are you ready for me, cariño? Are you ready to have me filling you?”

“Yes,” Tomas groans.

“Good boy.” As I take my fingers out of his hole, I rub some more lube over my hard cock then I push myself into him. He feels so fucking good, I let out a slew of curse words as I sink in deeply. I still myself for a moment, enjoying filling him, and then I rear back and fuck him hard. I pound into his tightness over and over.

“You’re mine, Tomas,” I moan as I fuck him.

“I’m yours,” he replies.

His hand finds his hard length while I pound into him. I grip his tight ass as I really give it to him, and his hand rubs over his length in perfect rhythm with my thrusts. I love hearing the grunts and moans coming from his mouth with each perfectly timed thrust into him. The sound of our flesh hitting each other is animalistic, raw. Then Tomas’s muscles clamp down on my dick, over and over again tightening around my dick, almost choking it.

“I’m going to come,” I shout as he continues to grip me.

“Yes!” he screams as I take him harder, my balls tingling with the orgasm that is seconds away from happening. I’m so close to the edge, then he clamps down on me again, and I explode.

“Fuck, Tomas!” I scream as my dick pulsates into him, filling him up. Then it’s Tomas’s turn to come, and I feel him shudder underneath me as he comes into his hand.

I give his ass a hard slap, making him chuckle.

“Fuck, I love you.”

16

ZOE

I’m nervous about tonight. It’s my first public outing with Tomas. Mateo is staying behind as it’s a boring business dinner,his words not mine. It will be the first time being Tomas’s stand-in partner. I want to make sure that I look the part for him. Not that it’s going to be hard because Tomas is gorgeous, loving, kind, funny once you peel back his tough shell. I just hope I’m good enough for him tonight.

Staring at myself in the mirror, I don’t know the woman staring back at me, she looks sophisticated, elegant, grown up. Was this what I was like before the incident? Will I ever know? Is my past life now truly forgotten? It’s the same thought I’ve been having these past couple of months living with Mateo and Tomas. Maybe I truly need to let go of whoever I was before and concentrate on who I am now. I may never know the old Zoe, and as scary and frustrating as that is, I can’t keep pressuring myself to remember especially as my mind doesn’t want me to.

Tomas has chosen my dress tonight, a stunning emerald-green flowing satin evening dress with a low-cut neckline, not too low to be inappropriate for this event but low enough to make my boobs look good. I twirl around in the designer outfit. I feel beautiful. I’m excited to see if the boys like the dress as much as I do.

“Oh, shit,” Mateo swears as I walk into the lounge room. “You look fucking beautiful,” he says, getting up off the sofa and walking toward me. Those chocolate eyes roam over me appreciatively before stopping at my breasts. Mateo’s fingers then trace the top of my dress, pebbling my nipples. “You look good enough to eat, angel.” He bends down and ever so softly kisses my lips, my body reacting to his touch.

“Mateo, I need her in one piece,” Tomas commands behind us.

I turn to see Tomas, and my heart stops. He looks so handsome dressed in a tuxedo, like a Spanish James Bond.

“He pulls off a tux, doesn’t he?” Mateo whispers to me.

I nod because I’m speechless.

“Zoe, you’re a vision.” Tomas smiles as he approaches me, taking my hand and giving it a soft kiss.

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