Chapter 3 Pain And Pleasure

• ENTRY 1.3
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• Zayne pulled Delia inside his room, and when they both stepped inside, he closed the door and pushed the woman against the wall.
• He leaned his hands into it, caging her. His gaze deeply pierced into hers, and he started to breathe rapidly. He wanted to control himself, but Martha’s friend was adamant.
• “You’re really a bad influence on my daughter—”
• “Our daughter, if you’re gonna consider my offer,” Delia uttered bravely.
• Zayne clenched his jaw so as his fists. He moved closer, his face towards her, and let out a sly smirk on his lips. “Who told you that?”
• Delia shrugs and never breaks their gazes.
• “Your imagination?” Zayne asked.
• Delia flashed a smile. “Maybe.”
• The smirk on Zayne’s lips disappeared as he punched the wall and moved away from her. Delia gasped in surprise because of it. She knew his fist got hurt.
• Zayne walked towards the balcony, and Delia’s eyes went down to his fist. She hurriedly approached him and checked for his hand.
• “What the hell are you thinking?!” she exclaimed when she saw his knuckles. She pulled him, and she didn’t know where did she get her strength, but he successfully pushed Zayne down on his bed. “Where’s the first aid kit?” she asked as he looked into his deep, cold eyes.
• “Why don’t you just leave me alone—”
• “Where’s the kit?”
• Zayne’s forehead slightly creased. “In the bathroom. Above the white cab—” he didn’t finish his words when Delia took bigger steps towards the bathroom.
• Delia looked for it on the cabinet and saw it on the uppermost part of the hanging cabinet. When she gets back, Zayne is still there, waiting for her, making her smile.
• “You should think first before you act,” she said and put down the kit on the bed as she sat beside him.
• Zayne frowned. “You should tell that to yourself. And stop hitting on me. You’re not my type, and I don’t have any interest either,” he replied coldly.
• Delia smiled and continued to clean his small wound. “I’m not asking for any validation.”
• “You’re still young, and you should find a job. Not this, you insanely like me,” he said, which made her stop and met his gaze.
• “Age doesn’t matter.”
• Zayne shook his head. It seems Martha’s friend is really hard-headed.
• Delia was about to put gauze into his small wound when Zayne pulled his hand away from her. “That’s enough, and this is just a small cut,” he uttered.
• Delia sighed and nodded. She fixed the kit and put it down on the side table.
• Zayne frowned. “What are you still doing?”
• Delia stood up and stepped in front of him. “Are you sure you don’t care even if I stripped naked in front of you?” she asked all of a sudden.
• Zayne let out a smirk. “I don’t care if you get naked in front of me.” He lay down on his bed and moved upward to lean on the pile of pillows. He arched his brow as he looked at her. “Now, you should go, and I’m already sleepy. And next time, you hit on me. I’m going to ban you from coming into this house,” he warned.
• However, Delia just laughed. “Oh, you said that when I was in second-year college, Mister Gomez. And looked, I am still here.”
• Zayne smirked and was about to close his eyes when Delia pulled the hem of her shirt upward and threw it on the floor.
• “What the hell are you doing?” He pulled himself up and leaned on the headboard.
• “Relax. I thought you wouldn’t give a damn even if I stripped in front of you? So…” she unclasped her brassiere, but she didn’t totally take it off.
• Delia wanted to see his facial expression. She knew that she got perfect and large piles that a man would crave. She removed the strap of her bra until she took it off and threw it on the floor.
• She saw how Zayne’s gaze landed on her breasts.
• When their gaze met, she smirked.
• “Not affected at all?” she teased.
• Zayne scoffed. “You’re insane.”
• Delia nodded. “Maybe…” she replied in a mocking tone. Her hands went to her cotton shorts, and she never hesitated to take them off. Now, only one last garment was left.
• “Are you sure you wanna take that off?” Zayne asked.
• She smiled. “A-huh. You won’t be affected, right?”
• Zayne arched his brow. “Not at all,” he replied. But deep inside him, he’s controlling something.
• “All right,” Delia uttered and totally removed the last piece, and she smiled when she saw Zayne’s reaction. “Not affected, huh?” she mumbled and walked closer to him.
• “What do you think are you doing?”
• “What?” Delia arched her brow. “Come on, Zayne. You can touch me, baby,” she asserted, wearing her flirtatious tone.
• She climbed with her knee first as she moved closer to him. Courageously, she parted her legs and sat on Zayne’s abdomen, making the latter to grabbed her by the waist.
• “Come on. You can touch me… hmm…” she asserted and bit her lower lip as she darted her gaze on his.
• Zayne breathed rapidly as he looked at the woman’s round and seemed soft breasts.
• However, he must control himself. He tried to lift her away from his top, but the woman held onto his shoulder, restraining herself from the lift.
• “Damn it! Why are you so hard-headed?!” he asserted. Madness is visible in his voice.
• “I like you, Zayne. Come on, touch me…” she said softly. She’s working on tempting him. She bit her lower lip and grabbed Zayne’s left hand, and forcefully pressed it on his right breast. “Knead it, baby… please…” she begged.
• Zayne cursed inside his mind. Even if he was wearing his white shirt, he could feel the warmth and wetness of Delia’s pussy.
• “You’ll regret this,” Zayne uttered, but Delia didn’t bother.
• Delia moved down a little bit, and this time, she could feel the hardness of his cock that hides in his pajama.
• She guided his palm that was on her right breast to massage it in a circular motion as she started to grind slowly into his manhood.
• “Fuck it!” Zayne exclaimed and totally lost control. In a blink of an eye, Delia went to the bottom, and Zayne was now towering over her.
• He squeezes her breast. “You’ll regret this,” he muttered, but Delia just smiled.
• “Not at all,” she replied.
• Zayne harshly kneaded her two breasts. “You like it hard, right?”
• Delia moaned because of the warmth and the pressure that his touches gave to her body. “Oh… yes,” she replied.
• Zayne smirked. His right hand went down to her stomach and squeezed a portion of her skin, making Delia groan when she felt the sudden pain. Zayne’s fingers run on top of her jewel. His eyes find her clit. He then harshly rubbed it with his right thumb. In his every touch, it shows harshness.
• He parted her legs even wider, and he saw how her vagina folds parted. His finger found its way inside her core, which made Delia shudder and whimper.
• “This is what you want, huh? Rough?” he asserted; a sly smirk is playing on his lips.
• “Oh… baby… Ahh….” Delia whispered.
• Zayne shook his head and started to thrust his finger in and out of her wet pussy. This is the first time that he will touch a woman again, and worst, it’s way younger than him. He was controlling himself, but the woman was good at tempting the beast that hides inside her.
• He knew that Martha’s friend had been into him since their high school days after his late wife died. And now, that feeling seems to grow more than she even offered her body to him.
• He continued to thrust his finger inside, and then he stopped, which made Delia open her eyes and complaint.
• Zayne just smirked and started to take off his clothes and left nothing.
• Delia’s eyes widened when she saw how hard, long and pinkish his shaft was. “Damn, that’s huge. It seems like it doesn’t fit into mine,” she uttered.
• Zayne smirked. “Oh, I don’t know unless we try,” he replied.
• Delia bit her lower lip and nodded.
• Zayne went closer in her between. He doesn’t care about foreplays anymore. He just wanted to plunge into Delia’s pinkish pussy. He held into her thighs when he guided his shaft. However, he tried to tease the lady for a bit, and he just darted the head of his cock.
• “Ahh…” Delia moaned when she felt his shaft into her opening. She met his gaze and smiled. “Come on. Insert it!” she uttered.
• Zayne let out a soft chuckle, making Delia’s eyes widen. This is the first time that she has heard Mr. Gomez laugh.
• Zayne saw how impatient Delia was. He then thrust without any caution inside her, which made Delia scream in pain.
• “Fuck! You’re a fucking virgin!” Zayne blurted when he stopped. But his cock was inside her.
• Delia closes her eyes, and her chest moves rapidly. The pain is excruciating. But she knew it would be gone when he continued to move.
• “Moved, please. And don’t stop until you adjusted yourself—Ahh!”
• Zayne knew what to do. It’s just that he’s concerned about her. And he was willing to stop if she wanted t. But what he was thinking wasn’t the same as her reaction. She wanted him to continue.
• “Damn it,” he cursed and started to thrust inside her.
• Delia screamed and whimpered in pain, but her lust was even stronger than it. She needs to feel lusty for his pussy to become wetter. The wetter it is, the easy Zayne’s shaft plunges into hers.
• Zayne moved down and brushed his lips into hers while he continued to thrust inside her.
• Delia welcomed it and gave back the same sensation. He deepened the kiss while he kept on plunging.
• His hands roamed into her breast, kneading and tweaking her nipple. His kisses became rough and suddenly went down to her jaw, down to her neck.
• He moved up again, held her thighs, and thrust even faster.
• Delia’s pain subsided, and it changed into a tingling sensation. Her moans became louder and louder when his thrust became faster as he delved deeper.
• “Oh… Yeah… hmm…” she moaned.
• Zayne’s eyes widened when Delia started to massage her breasts with her palms while her eyes were closed.
• He smirked.
• Damn, he shouldn’t show any mercy towards the woman. Instead of choosing gentleness, the woman wants it hard.
• And Zayne loves rough sex.
• In a swift move. He withdrew and turned her upside down. He pulled her waist up, making her kneel. He grabbed her hair as he thrust from behind.
• Delia’s head moved up, and she could feel the tint of pain that crossed her scalp, but it didn’t matter to her. The pleasure is stronger than the pain that she felt and will still feel.
• Zayne moved his hips faster, back and forth, as he held into her hair.
• “Ugh!” he groaned as he moved a little bit faster. And the colliding of their body echoed inside his room so as Delia’s loud moans.
• Delia can moan louder as much as she wants since Zayne’s room is soundproof.
• “Fuck!” he cursed when he could feel that he was near his climax.
• It’s been a while since he last felt how to reach his orgasms.