Page 58 of Flawless

Zenon is salty, but he smells so fresh, almost like he washed in cologne. I lick the tip of his head, thinking about how he just pleasured me.

He’s so good at what he does. Whereas, he often used to want to do that back then, I wouldn’t allow him to. That was something so personal and intimate, and I knew that I couldn’t commit to Zenon the way that my life was set up back then.

I’m scared.

I’m scared because Zenon wants things from me that I don’t know if I’m capable of giving him. I want to give him everything that he asks of me, but what if I fail?

Then there’s the fact that his daughter is coming soon. If she doesn’t like me, that will present more problems. I would never want him to be with me if his daughter didn’t approve of us being together.

I will never expect him to choose between her and me.

My jaws hollow out as I take him further and further down my throat. I look up briefly and see the heavy, lust-lidden eyes that watch me so carefully. Beyond the lust and the watchful gaze, I see the wariness.

He’s afraid to trust me, but he wants to so desperately. Zenon is taking a risk on me that all logical and conventional thinking warns him against.

He knows that I’m a high-risk stake and that taking the bet on me could leave him empty and dry. Yet, I don’t plan to mislead him or break him down the way that I did before.

Only I can’t make any promises. I can only take it one day at a time.

Zenon locks one of his hands in my hair, and he tugs and pushes my head and tugs and pushes repeatedly, sliding me up and down the length of his dick.

With his other hand, he grabs his arousal and squeezes it, making it pulse in my mouth, eventually causing me to choke on it as it expands in width. My hands grip his balls, working him over repeatedly until I feel him pulsing hard inside of me.

Zenon pulls back and says, “I need to be inside of you. I’m about to cum,” he says.

Tugging me to my feet, he turns me around to face the bed. Grabbing one of my legs, he props it up onto the bed and pushes my other foot wide with his foot.

“Wait,” I say, looking over his shoulder. “Grab a condom.”

Zenon nods and moves away from me while I hold the position. When he returns sheathed in protection, he wastes no time slipping inside of me.

My fingers clench the satin sheets of the unmade bed, pulling the covers towards me. His hand goes to my lower back, shoving me further into the mattress. I bury my face in the covers and enjoy the feel of his hard cock shoving inside of me.

Zenon rocks back and forth repeatedly, and my mind drifts away. It drifts to a time when things weren’t so good, and I allowed my body to be used for rich men’s pleasure.

I think about all the foul things I’ve allowed them to do to me, and nausea crawls up my throat. Tears sting at my eyes, and my nose begins to run.

Unable to hold back any longer, I release a loud, wracking sob.

It takes Zenon a moment to realize that something is wrong, and when he does, he slides out of me immediately, turning me over to look in my face.

I’m struggling with holding the cries inside, and I hiccup before I lose my breath. Another gut-wrenching cry pours out of me, leaving me silenced and winded. My mouth is open, but no sound comes forth.

“Dani, I’m sorry, baby. Did I hurt you?”

I can’t even bring myself to assuage his concerns by saying no or shaking my head. Zenon gathers me into his arms, and it occurs to me that a woman like Amaris wouldn’t have taken him through this.

A woman like Amaris would have him laughing and enjoying life, not picking up the pieces of her broken mess.

Yet, here he is holding me on his lap and rocking me as he makes soothing noises. I curl into a fetal position, and he only holds me closer, locking those large, powerful arms around me to contain my little body against his massive one.

When the noise from my wailing finally subsides, Zenon rests his chin on the top of my head.

“Want to talk about it?” he asks.

Although I shake my head no, I don’t say anything for a long while.

My throat is sore, and my eyes are gritty. I want to drift off to sleep, but not like this and not without giving him an explanation.