Chapter 5: We're Not Done Yet

Ashlaine POV —

He lay down at my side as I sat down at the bed and made my way to sat on top of him.

We didn't talk.

Both without hesitation.

I slowly unbuckled his pants that made it loose, I pulled down his pants—tossed it aside. Also his boxer.

Now he was all exposed liked me

I looked at his dîck, I can see that was so big for my hole.

I just bit my lip.

He clearly enjoying his view since I was on top of him, I caress his muscular chest slowly.. slowly.. to his dîck.

I can see he bit his lips.

He gripped to my waist and supported me to put inside his dîck on my pûssy.

He hold his dick and his other hand was in my waist supporting it to make it inside.

And successfully connected.

Kidding!

And it was successful but it make me gasped and ache, but I can bear it.

I slowly grinded on his top, because I can feel the pain, like it was ripping out my hole!

He let out a possessive growl and gripped his both hands on each my side of waist.

"So tight for me, baby. Like you're pûssy was meant to my dîck" he groaned

Later on, I can't feel the pain a bit so I moved faster—up and down.

We both moaned.

I looked up at the ceiling like a cowgirl who rides on a horse—meanwhile him putting his both hands on each my breasts.

"Ahh.. uhmm..ahh..move faster, baby" he demanded teasingly while I'm riding him like a cowgirl on his top

“So… demanding… why is this so big? How many inches is this?” I moaned loudly

"Hmm.. can't blame my dîck, baby. I think it's 15 inch, it's really for you" he growled as he kept moaning

He put his both hands on each side of my waist as he guided me to move on his top. We both moaned loudly.

"F-fuçk I'm cûmming.." I demanded as I was closing my eyes riding on his top so fast than before

"That's it.. ahh.. I'm cûmming too" he growled and he moved now and we changed position. He was now on top of me, he moves so fast and rough than I was doing before. It make me screamed.

"Z-zayne!"

"B-baby.."

And we both catching our breath as we felt it popped. But he immediately pulled out his dîck on my pûssy before it popped.

Damn we both cum..

The bed was look so messed, the white thick liquid was dripping between my thighs and there's on his dîck. I sat down in exhausted as I savoured his cum.

He just smirked and panting, gripping on my hair.

When I was done licking it, he put his hands on my sensitive pûssy and took some of my cum to put it on his mouth.

Zayne POV—

“We’re not done yet.”

I chuckled, low and husky, watching her chest rise and fall as she tried to catch her breath. Damn, this woman. Even her exhaustion was art.

Ash looked at me like I was crazy. Wide-eyed. A little dazed. Sexy as hell.

I pulled her gently to sit on my lap, her thighs trembling slightly, and the warmth of her body settling perfectly against me.

Then I leaned closer to her ear and whispered, “Butterfly or doggy?”

Her eyes blinked fast. “What the—?! Why is he asking things like that?”

she blurted out, clearly flustered. But her arms were already snaking around my neck, her bare skin brushing mine, soft and addictive.

“Huh? Why are you asking like me that?” she asked again innocently, her voice small, unsure—but she didn’t move away. That was my favorite part. She stayed.

I smirked. “It’s position. Sex positions.”

She blinked again, then stammered, “H-ha? P-positions??”

I didn’t wait for her to finish that thought. Her hesitation was already an answer.

“What’s your favorite?” I asked again, dipping my head close enough that my breath grazed her collarbone. “Butterfly… or doggy?”

"I d-don't kno—"

“Then I’ll take that as both.” I cut her words, my hand sliding down her back, drawing her closer, tighter.

“WHAT BOTH?!” she squeaked.

“Exactly what it sounds like,” I said, voice deeper than before, darker. “You said you don't know, so I’m choosing both. You can hate me later.”

She opened her mouth to argue—but I caught it with a kiss.

Ashlaine POV—

He kissed me like we weren’t already out of breath. Like he didn’t just take every inch of me minutes ago. Like he was only getting started.

I could feel the smirk on his lips while his hands moved with purpose—one gripping my waist, the other tracing small circles at the base of my spine, like he was memorizing me.

“Wait—Zayne…” I managed, though my voice was embarrassingly breathy.

“Hm?” he murmured against my neck, already pressing kisses down my shoulder.

My heart pounded, my body tensed—but not in fear. In the kind of anticipation that made every second feel heavier.

He shifted our positions slowly, carefully, like I was fragile but also his to explore. When he laid me down again, hovering above with that maddening gaze, it wasn’t rushed—it was intense, loaded, and full of wordless things we didn’t dare admit out loud.

It wasn’t just about control or power. It was about testing limits.

And Zayne… he wasn’t done testing mine.

Zayne POV—

She was breathless again.

But not from fear.

Not from doubt.

From me.

I watched as her fingers clutched the sheets, her head falling back, that pretty mouth parting slightly—God, I could look at her like this for hours.

“Z-Zayne…” her voice broke into a whisper, and that was all the permission I needed.

Butterfly.

I slid her thighs over mine, angling her hips perfectly, her back cushioned by the edge of the bed. I leaned over, kissing her deeply before drawing back to admire the view.

Her arms reached up—instinctively, naturally—as I moved inside the moment with slow, steady rhythm. She wrapped herself around me, nails grazing my back.

“You feel that?” I murmured near her ear.

“Mmhm,” she whimpered, biting her lip, her hips rising to meet mine.

And. She kept let out those beautiful sounds.

Moans. Her Moans

I held her tighter, one hand guiding her legs higher, folding her just the way this position demanded. Her neck arched, lashes fluttering closed, and I kissed the hollow of her throat.

"Kept moan my name, baby"

“You’re too good at this,” she muttered.

“And you’re not complaining,” I teased.

“You’re cocky.”

“You’re trembling.”

She swatted my arm. I caught her hand and kissed her knuckles.

“I like it when you pretend to hate me,” I whispered. “But your body always gives you away.”

"Z-zayne.." and she kept moaned my name

___

Ashlaine POV—

I couldn’t even deny it anymore.

Every time he touched me, I melted a little more. Zayne wasn’t just good—he was dangerously precise. Like he knew exactly what I needed, even before I did.

He changed the angle slightly, slower this time, and I swear my toes curled. My hands gripped his biceps, and I could feel the tension beneath his skin—controlled, powerful, and restrained only for me. As he kept thrusting me gently.

“You’re too gentle now” I whispered.

“You want rough?” he asked with a smirk, as if that question alone didn’t already make me burn.

“I—no—I mean…” I stammered, then yelped when he lifted me.

Just like that, he turned me around, palms on the small of my back, and before I could even blink—

Doggy.

The shift was sudden. The pressure, different. But his grip on my hips was firm, his body perfectly aligned, and when he leaned down to whisper against my nape, it was over.

“You asked for this,” he breathed. “Or did your moans ask for it?”

I nearly collapsed.

My hands grabbed the pillow, face half-buried, as I tried to muffle the sounds slipping out of me. It was useless. Zayne knew exactly what he was doing. And then he immediately put his dîck inside me again.

He moved like he was claiming every part of me. Like there was no space left for doubt between us. His touch was rougher, but never cruel. He pulled my hair slightly—not too hard, just enough to make me gasp—and kissed my shoulder right after, a sinful contradiction of pain and comfort.

Every thrust was deliberate and rough.

Every noise that escaped me only seemed to fuel him.

And somewhere in the middle of all that heat and chaos, I realized—I liked this too much.

Too much for something that was supposed to mean nothing.

Zayne POV—

When I felt her trembling beneath me again, I slowed down—not to stop, but to let her feel every last second of it.

I leaned forward, wrapping my arms around her waist from behind, pulling her upright against my chest.

“Breathe,” I whispered.

She did.

Barely.

And when she turned her head to glance back at me—lips red, cheeks flushed, eyes slightly wet—I kissed her again.

Slower this time. Tender.

Like she wasn’t just my fantasy anymore.

Like she was something I didn’t want to lose.

I thrust harder this time and she kept moaning and demanding.

"F-faster, zayne..faster.." she moaned loudly gripping at the headboard of bed

"Fuck, so tight, baby. You're mine.. mine. Say it, you're mine. Say my name" I growled possessively spanking her butt while I kept thrusting her in hard, rough, possessive, fast thrust.

"Y-yours, zayne.. yours!" She screamed in pleasure

"Good, louder"

"Yours! Zayne! Oh f-fuck I'm cumming" she screamed.

"Me too" I growled

I can tell that she was cumming because I can feel her pûssy clutching on my dîck

"Cum for me, baby"

She kept moaning, screaming my name so loudly and we both came..

Fuck, this is so good..

We both panting heavily now. She faced me and wrapped his hands on my dîck and savoured all my cum. I growled and gripped on her hair.

Ashlaine POV—

I lay down my head on his chest and closed my eyes. I was so exhausted.

Ofcourse, Exhausted.

Freaking Exhausted.

This is my first time.

A stranger took my virginity.

Stranger?

Nahh he did gave his name.

Zayne.

The man who took my virginity.

No.

I gave my virginity to him.