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ARE YOU SURE?

I arched deeper into his mouth as Tarzan continued suckling, his lips sealed tight around my nipple like he couldn’t get enough. His tongue flicked and swirled with surprising gentleness now, slow lazy circles that made my toes curl. "Nghh...Tarzan...". I maoned helplessly as every pull sent sparks straight to my clit, and I couldn’t stop the soft, needy whimpers escaping my throat. “You’re so sensitive here,” he murmured against my wet skin, voice thick and teasing. His breath was hot, brushing over the stiff peak as he switched to the other nipple, giving it the same slow, devoted attention. “Look at you… blushing so pretty for me. Does it feel good, Lena?” My face burned hotter. I could feel the flush spreading down my neck and chest. “Tarzan….shut up,” I whispered, embarrassed, but my hips betrayed me. I ground down harder against the thick, throbbing bulge trapped beneath me, rolling my soaked panties along his length in slow, desperate circles. The friction ma

WAIT A SEC

His voice dropped even lower, almost a growl. “Please. I need it.” My breathing was ragged as I slowly lifted up, letting him tug my soaked panties down my legs. The cool air hit my dripping pussy and I shivered. He stared at me like I was everything, eyes fixed on my glistening folds with raw hunger. I can't believe I am doing this. So embarassing. "Lena?" He called breaking into my thoughts. I sighed and moved higher up his body, knees settling on either side of his head. My heart hammered wildly as I hovered over his face, thighs shaking, still a little hesitant. Tarzan’s hands gripped my hips, pulling me down gently. “That’s it…” he breathed, hot air fanning over my sensitive flesh. “Come here, beautiful. Let me take care of you.” "Wa...wait..I am not ready...what are you going to ..." My breath caught as the first slow drag of his tongue along my slick pussy made me moan loudly, my hands flying to the headboard for support. "Wait ..nghhh...this

NOW MY TURN

"Nghh...oh...fuck...I am losing my mind..Tarzan". I maoned loudly. He laughed softly, the vibration making me cry out, then went back to work with renewed hunger. One of his hands slid up to squeeze my ass cheek while the other reached around to spread my folds wider for his tongue. I threw my head back and bit my lower lip in estacy. "This feels weirdly good. It's embarrassing but feels good". Tarzan alternated between long, slow licks and then suddenly focused sucking on my clit until my legs were shaking uncontrollably. What is happening to me?! He didn't stop. “It feels… fuck… it feels too good,” I panted, grinding harder now, chasing that building pressure. My tits bounced with every roll of my hips, nipples still stiff and sensitive from his earlier attention. He moaned loudly beneath me, clearly enjoying every second. His cock was still rock hard and straining in his pants — I could see the massive bulge twitching every time I made a sound. He pulle

NOT SHY

I could feel the weight of his cock resting against me, rock-hard and throbbing with urgent need. Every pulse sent a fresh wave of heat through my core. My pussy clenched involuntarily at the mere thought of him pushing inside me.He was big. Thick. Heavy. “Tarzan… wait,” I whispered shakily, my hands pressed against his broad chest. My face burned with embarrassment. “You… You’re really big and I—” He leaned down, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along my neck before capturing my lips. He still tasted like me. “Please, Lena…” His voice was rough, desperate. “It hurts so much. I need to be inside you. Just a little? I’ll go slow, I promise.” My cheeks burned hotter. It wasn’t that I didn’t want him — God, I wanted him — but the size of him made my stomach flutter with nervous anticipation. *Why does he have to be so damn big?* “Lena… just the tip, please?” he begged, voice low and husky. His hips rocked gently, sliding the thick, swollen head of his cock up and down my soak

ALREADY?

I pressed my lips tightly and shut my eyes in anticipation as his thick mushroom head continued to stretch me out… slowly… making my body feel tingly."Fuck…"He hissed and threw his head back, pushing in a second deeper."If I go in any further, I'm afraid… I… can't hold back."I opened my eyes and found him—his face pink, his ears deep red, his eyes still hazy, almost glowing as he gazed down at me.His head snapped back sharply, exposing the strong column of his throat as a raw, broken moan ripped from his lips."Fuuuuck—Lena!… You're so fucking sweet—shit, I can't —you feel too good, too good!"Don't tell me… he's about to…Then suddenly, a deep, guttural growl tore from his chest as he jerked back and pulled out completely."Fuck… fuck!" he gasped, voice breaking.I blinked in confusion, and before I could process it, his whole body tensed violently, like he was lost to it. His hips jerked and twitched uncontrollably, grinding his pulsing cockhead across my slick folds and over m

THE HELL?

TARZAN'S POV My eyes fluttered open to an unfamiliar ceiling. Soft morning light filtered through the heavy curtains, casting a warm, golden glow across the room. For a moment, I lay completely still, my mind blank. Where the hell am I? A dull throb pulsed at the back of my skull. I shifted slightly and froze as realization hit me. I was naked. Completely naked. "What the hell…?" My heart gave a sharp jolt as I quickly scanned the room—luxurious furniture, a massive flat-screen, floor-to-ceiling windows. I'm in the suite? I reached over to the nightstand, my hand fumbling until I found my phone. The screen lit up. 10:07 AM. I rubbed my face slowly, trying to force memories from last night to return, but everything felt foggy… blurred… like pieces of a dream I couldn't quite catch. I let out a slow breath and scrolled through my contacts, my thumb hovering over Damon's name. Maybe he could explain what the fuck was going on. Then suddenly, I heard soft breat

NO WAY

I blinked, then shook my head. "No. My memory's foggy." To my surprise, she looked relieved. Genuinely relieved. "Coco brought some groceries last night together with some of your clothes," she continued quickly. "She said you booked this suite for a week. Anyway… I'll make breakfast for you. You should take a bath. You still reek of alcohol." She pushed the blankets aside and hurried out of bed before I could respond. I watched her disappear into the small kitchen area inside the suite, my confusion only deepening. Yesterday she could barely talk to me, and now she's offering to cook me breakfast?What the hell happened last night?Why am I naked?I sat there for another minute, trying desperately to piece everything together, but my brain refused to cooperate. And honestly? That terrified me. Because if I couldn't remember what happened… Then how bad was it? I exhaled heavily before dragging myself out of bed and heading toward the bathroom. The moment I stepped

HOW DARE YOU?

LENA'S POV I was supposed to be making pancakes, but the moment I stepped into the kitchen, my mind betrayed me. The memory of last night crashed over me—his face buried between my thighs, my hips shamelessly grinding against his mouth as I chased my pleasure like I was starving for it. He said he didn’t remember anything. Honestly? I was relieved. Grateful, even. It was better that way. What we did last night was humiliating. I still couldn’t believe I’d let myself sit on his face like that. Who even does that? It felt too good… dangerously good. But it wasn’t something I wanted to remember. I sighed, forcing the thoughts away as I focused on mixing the pancake batter. Then I heard heavy, wet footsteps behind me. I turned around and froze. Tarzan stood in the doorway, completely naked and dripping wet from the shower. Water trailed down the hard ridges of his chest and abs, glistening on his tanned skin. His dark hair was slicked back, and his expression was a dangerous mix

IS HE SERIOUS?

He nibbled on my neck, his teeth grazing my skin with just enough pressure to make me shiver. His other hand had already slipped beneath the shirt, palming my bare breasts, his touch slow and torturous. Every rough squeeze sent heat pooling between my thighs. “You know what…I’m mad as hell. You can use my body as your toy even if there’s no place for me in your heart… but you have to do it when I’m sober as fuck.”He growled."Tarzan...I ..". His fingers pinched and rolled my nipple, sending sharp jolts of pleasure straight to my core. I squirmed against him, which only made his thick cock throb harder against my ass. “Wait— Tarzan… look, I’m— oh my god!” His other hand slid between my legs without warning, fingers stroking along my already slick folds. I was embarrassingly wet. “Care to part them a little more for me?” His voice was pure sin—low, husky, and dark with command. He already knew I would obey. And I did. I parted my legs for him, then immediately regretted it.

SO SENSITIVE

He smirked at my demand, that dangerous glint in his eyes darkening further.Without a word, Tarzan crashed his mouth against mine in a bruising, possessive kiss that made my eyes roll back.His lips were hot and demanding, his tongue thrusting past my parted lips to tangle with mine in a wet, filthy dance. I moaned into his mouth, the sound muffled as he devoured me—one hand still gripping my hip hard enough to leave marks, while the other fisted the hem of my T-shirt.He yanked the shirt up roughly, folding it above my breasts and exposing my bare tits completely. My nipples were already tight and aching from his earlier teasing.He broke the kiss with a wet smack, his breath ragged, and immediately dipped his head lower."Oh fuck—Tarzan…" I gasped as his hot mouth latched onto my right breast.He sucked hard, the wet sound of his mouth pulling on my sensitive flesh filling the room. His tongue swirled around the stiff peak before he sucked again—deeper, like he was trying to pull

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