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LENA'S POV It had been two weeks since I last laid eyes on Tarzan, and I still couldn’t believe how quickly everything had unraveled.Chef Rosa had promised she would speak to him, but the opportunity never came. After that tense conversation in the kitchen, Tarzan simply... left the estate. Maybe even the city. No one had any idea where he’d gone.The first week, I clung to hope. Every distant voice had me straining to listen....hoping I would hear any news about him but none. When the second week dragged in, guilt settled over me like a sodden blanket, pressing down on my chest until it was hard to breathe.Yet even in the midst of that guilt, my nights betrayed me. Night after night, I had shamelessly vivid, steamy dreams about him—his strong hands, the heat of his body, the way he looked at me like I was the only thing that mattered in his wild world. And every single time, just as the pleasure crested, I would find myself apologizing to him through tears, whispering how
He kept thrusting deep and steady, his thick cock stretching her soaked pussy with every powerful stroke. The wet, rhythmic sounds of their bodies colliding grew louder as her juices coated his shaft and dripped down her ass. Lena’s soft, sleepy moans filled the air, her body responding instinctively even as her mind floated in that heavy, pleasure-drenched haze. Suddenly, he slowed, pulling out with a wet pop that made her whimper at the emptiness. He lifted her legs, folding them toward her chest in a deep press. The new angle let him sink even deeper, his cock kissing her cervix with every thrust. "Ahhhhhh..." Lena gasped sharply, her back arching off the bed as intense pleasure shot through her core. He leaned down over her, chest pressed to her bouncing breasts, and drove into her harder. His pace grew rougher, more primal—long, punishing strokes that made her toes curl in the air and her walls flutter wildly around him. Sweat slicked their skin as the bed cr
He shifted upward, straddling her chest, the heavy weight of his cock slapping softly against her cheek. Then he rubbed the thick, leaking head across her full lips, painting them with his salty precum, teasing the seam until she opened for him like an offering. With a deep groan, he pushed forward, sliding his thick cock between her soft lips and over her warm, eager tongue. She moaned loudly around his girth, the vibration traveling straight through him. Her mouth stretched wide to accommodate his size as he sank deeper, the veined shaft gliding across her tongue. She sucked him greedily, hollowing her cheeks, swirling her tongue along the underside while her hand continued stroking what she couldn’t fit. He rocked his hips with gentle thrusts, fucking her warm, wet mouth with long, slow strokes, his balls brushing her chin. “Fuck… that’s it,” he growled, voice low and strained, fingers tangling gently in her hair. Lena’s body burned with hazy pleasure, her pussy
AUTHOR'S POV Midnight.. Lena was deep into a heavy sleep when the door to her room eased open with a soft click. Footsteps padded across the floor, but she remained lost in that thick fog of exhaustion, eyelids fluttering but refusing to lift. Soon a weight settled on the edge of the bed as strong, warm hands brushed her hair from her face, fingers tracing the line of her jaw and the plump curve of her lower lip. "Tarzan?" She murmured in her sleep. The intruder said nothing...as he continued to caress her face...his touch was gentle yet possessive. Then a soft sigh escaped her parted lips as his hand slid down her neck to her chest. He gently peeled the strap of her nightgown off one shoulder, exposing the soft, heavy swell of her breast. Without hesitation his mouth closed over her nipple with wet heat, sucking deeply, tongue lapping and flicking the sensitive peak until it tightened into a hard little bud. Pleasure bloomed low in Lena's belly. He kneaded
She nodded. “But he was under the influence of hard drugs when he did it. Still, I don’t blame the boy for hating the whole family. He lost both parents right in front of him.” Rosa’s voice softened. “Even as he pretended to be at peace with them, Ricardo knew the boy was planning his murder. And he accepted that fate… because he loved his best friend. He mourned him for years. He almost took his own life from the guilt of failing as a father. He blamed himself for Andres’ behavior, and ever since, he’s been careful with the more dangerous deals. But no matter how hard he tries to make it up to Tarzan, that poor boy will never get his parents back.” She stroked my hair tenderly. “I’m sure your words about not caring for his parents cut him deeply.” “I know I shouldn’t have said it,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “I just… I didn’t know how to make him leave me alone, so I hurt him instead. I was careless. I shouldn’t have—” “You are not to blame,” Rosa interrupted gently, pull
I drew in a deep breath, forcing a polite smile as I turned to face her. “Yes?” “I brought you a little something,” Gabi said with a smile — the kind that didn’t reach her eyes. I blinked, confused. Gabi offering me a gift after all the attitude she’d thrown at me yesterday? Something felt off.
Back inside, the house felt colder and lonelier than ever before. I sank onto the couch, pulling my knees tightly to my chest as fresh tears slipped down my cheeks. The silk nightgown did nothing to ward off the chill that had settled deep into my bones.My mind replayed the moment on an endless, t
“You said we could go slow!” I fired back, my voice rising with desperation and anger. “You told me yourself that you understood how hard it would be for me to let go of Mitch. And now you’re losing it over mistaken name?” He paused at the door, his broad shoulders rigid. When he turned to look a
"Are you ready?"He grinned mischievously.I nodded, my cheeks burning.Then my heart skipped.Am I really, really ready?I am going to have sex with Tarzan?He released my wrists with that silent, commanding look—keep them there—and I obeyed, fingers twisting into the sheets above my head.My ches







