Sex And Fantasies

His Love

ENTRY 1.5 *** “That’s it, Zayne—ahh… fuck!” Delia moaned out loud while Zayne kept on licking and sucking her clit. They were inside Zayne’s car, and Delia was sitting in the passenger seat while Zayne was on the driver’s side; she was facing his direction while her legs were parted, and Zayne was in between her legs. Zayne’s hand went to her breast and squeezed it tighter, making Delia moan. “Damn it, baby… Ahh…!” she moaned again. And Zayne doesn’t mind it. Even if she screams at the top of her lungs, no one will hear it. However, the movement and swaying of the car can be seen. But Zayne will make sure that it won’t happen. He held her thighs and pulled her closer as he tampered her wetness into her lips and devoured it. He hardened his tongue and slid it inside her core, making her shudder, and her grip on the car chair tightened. One moment, Zayne stopped and moved away. He wiped his face and lips with the tissue near the dashboard. He composed himself, pulled off his pants down to his knee, and glanced at Delia. “Grind on top,” he demanded. Delia smiled and suddenly got up and parted her legs. She guided his shaft towards her mound and slowly sat on it. She holds onto his shoulders and can’t help but moan when her core envelops his hardness. “Ahh…” she moaned out loud once again. Zayne’s hands went into her waist. She started to sway her hips, grinding back and forth. It was gentle at first, not until Zayne began pushing her. Delia could feel the head of his cock rubbing her G-spot. She could also feel his cock into her belly as she ground. Then suddenly, she thought of an idea. She pulled herself up and fixed her position, making her face the front while her back was facing Zayne’s. She pumped herself into his cock once again and started to grind back and forth as she held onto the steering wheel. She moved her hips faster and pushed herself harder.

“Oh… Ahh… Ahh… Z-Zayne…” she moaned when Zayne’s warm palms rested above her breasts. He started to massage her breasts while she kept on grinding and pumping herself into his hardness. Her right finger went into her clit as she arched her body. And her index and middle finger rubbed her clit and then touched Zayne’s balls, making Zayne move forward and start to kiss her shoulder to prevent himself from moaning. He sucked the skin of her right shoulder while Delia continued tickling his balls. “Ugh…” a glimpse of a moan escaped into Zayne’s lips. Delia continued pumping and grinding her mound into his hardness until Zayne pushed her up and swiftly grabbed a piece of tissue. He then spits his juices into it. Delia bit her lower lip and started to fix herself. “That was quick, baby,” she uttered. However, Zayne didn’t reply. She heaved a deep sigh. What does she expect? Zayne is always like that after sex. He’s ignoring her, but when she flashes her body naked in front of him, she can have his attention. “Treat me to dinner, at least,” Delia said when she’s buttoning her blouse. Zayne started the engine of his car and sped away from the parking lot of his company. Delia sighed once again and pulled her phone inside her bag. She dialed Martha’s number. In just three rings, her best friend answered. “Where the hell are you, Delia?!” Delia grimaced and moved away a little bit because of Martha’s loud voice. “Delia!” Delia heaved a deep sigh as she looked past through the window. “Lower your voice, will you? I’m on my way home. Why?” she lied. She didn’t glance at Zayne. As if he will give a damn about her. “Home? Or you’re inside my daddy’s car?” She coughed, and her chest tightened as the hair of her skin rose. “H-How…” this time, she glanced at Zayne, but the man was still driving. “How did you—” “It’s because I saw you. And don’t make me a dumb girl, Delia. I know you two are fucking each—” “Your mouth, Martha—” “Martha? Is that Martha?” Zayne’s deep voice broke the hum of Delia’s words.

Delia frowned, and when Zayne glanced at her, she nodded. “Put it on the loudspeaker mode,” Zayne commanded, so she did. “Dad! I hate you!” Martha uttered, but Delia knew that it was sarcasm, making her laugh, but when Zayne glanced at her, she pressed her lips and looked away. “Where are you? Let’s meet at the sawm restaurant. You have your car, and Delia doesn’t have—” “She can ride in my car. Why does it have to be your car?” “Martha…” “Fine. Bye,” Martha said and ended the call. Delia sighed and put back her phone inside her bag. No one dared to talk after the call… until they reached the restaurant. Delia was a little bit surprised since Zayne granted her what she wanted. Well, it’s free to assume, she thought. “Get out,” Zayne asserted, making Delia frown as she glanced at him. “We’re gonna eat—” “Okay,” she interrupted and smiled. She opened the door on her side and hopped off. Zayne shook his head in disbelief because of Delia. The woman is indeed beautiful and sexy. However, she’s too young for him, and even they had sex already. Delia is still acting like a teenage girl. As they walk towards the entrance and when they get inside the restaurant, a waiter approaches them and asks them if they have a reservation. Zayne then nodded, making Delia’s eyes widen in surprise once again. So, he planned a dinner for us? She thought. Yeah, Delia, keep on assuming, the corners of her mind shouted. The waiter leads them to the east side of the restaurant near the glass wall. The waiter pulled a chair for her, and she thanked the man. The waiter stood up beside them while waiting for their orders. “I will call you. I still need to wait for my daughter,” Zayne said, making the waiter leave. Delia sighed as she grabbed the booklet and started to look for the menu. However, she couldn’t

focus because she could feel that someone was staring at her. And it came from in front of her. She knows that Zayne is staring at her, and she doesn’t know why. But still, she pretended unbothered. Until they heard Martha’s voice, she put down the menu book and smiled at Martha when their gazes met. However, Martha didn’t smile back and glared at her. Martha pulled a chair beside her and pinched Delia on her shoulder, making the latter groan in pain. “Martha!” she exclaimed. With Delia’s loud voice, they caught the attention of some customers. Delia glared at Martha. “How could—’ “How could you leave me?” Martha cut off the hum of Delia’s words. Delia pressed her lips and was about to utter a word when Zayne spoke. “Enough with your drama, Martha. Just order what you—” “You too. You knew you have a daughter, but you didn’t even bother to ask me if I want to—” “Martha…” it’s a warning tone from Martha’s father. Martha arched her brow. “Do you want me to tell your secret to Delia?” she threatened to make Delia glance at Zayne and back to Martha. She frowned. “What secret?” Martha grinned. “Martha,” Zayne warned his daughter. Martha rolled her eyes and glanced at Delia. “You don’t have to worry about my father because he wants—” “Martha!” Zayne exclaimed and seemed unbothered even if people inside were already looking at them. Martha arched her brow. “Why? Why don’t you just admit it, dad? It’s been years. You don’t have to deny it because you share the same feelings with her.” Delia was confused about their conversation. “W-What are you saying, Martha?” she let out a laugh that was made out of fear. Martha gazed at her. “My father loves you, and it’s been three years,” she said, and Zayne didn’t utter a word. NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

Delia gasped, her lips parted a little bit, and she turned in Zayne’s direction. And when their eyes met, Delia saw the spark—his love.