Married to Mr. Flirt

Widen your legs for me sweetie.” A grin spreads across Zayden's face as he thrusts his d**k hard, in and out, the blonde's wet p***y. ​“Hmm… hmm.”” ​Her moans fill the air, her back arching, legs shaking. ​The sounds of his d**k in her wet hole grow louder. ​“f**k, Zayden!” She cries, feeling his curved d**k touch her G-spot. ​Zayden groans, increasing his pace. He grabs her waist, holds her tight, pounding her wet hole hard and rough, directing her legs into different positions. ​Her fingers gripped the bed sheets, pleasure running through her core as juices streamed out her hole. ​Zayden flips her over onto her belly, positioning her on all fours, hands around her breasts, slamming her from behind, grunting. ​The blonde's moans grow wilder, echoing through the corners of his penthouse. ​“Call my name!” he demands. ​“Da… dy!” Her voice trails off, eyes rolling back into her sockets ​SMACK! ​“Say it properly, b***h!” he demands, spanking her ass. ​“Daddy!” ​SMACK! ​Zayden's palm lands on her ass again. ​“Louder!” ​“DADDYYYYYYY!” Her voice explodes, reaching a climax. Her juices race down her p***y onto Zayden's still-hard d**k. ​Her body collapses on the bed, chest rising and falling. “No, I'm not done with you, bitch.” Zayden says to her, turns her to face him, getting himself in between her legs, placing both her legs on his shoulders. ​“ARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHH” ​She lets out a scream the moment he thrust back into her wet hole. ​Zayden continues thrusting hard, fast, ​deeper and rougher. ​His breathing increases. He grabs her hair, his voice turning husky. ​His thick juices rushes out is d**k, trapped in the condom. He pulled out, collapsing beside her. *** ​The sound of Zayden's phone jolts him out of sleep. He rubs off the sleep from his eyes with the back of his palms. ​He stretches his hand, grabbing his phone from the nightstand. ​His brows arch and his lips pull to the corner as he sees the caller ID. ​‘Dad.’ ​ He groans, drops the phone down, picks it up again, his fingers hovering the answer button. ​“Hello, dad?” ​“WHERE THE f**k ARE YOU, ZAYDEN?” Mr. Calvin Fernandez, his father's angry voice, booms through the speaker. Zayden scoffs. ​“Where should I be, if not my sanctuary?” ​“You mean your w***e den?” Mr. Calvin snaps. Zayden rolls his eyes. ​“House, father. House. Not a w***e den.” ​“YOU FOOLISH, IRRESPONSIBLE SON OF MINE, WEREN'T YOU SUPPOSED TO BE AT THE MEETING AN HOUR AGO?” ​“Quit shouting, dad, my ears hurt. Was there supposed to be a meeting? Oh, my goodness, I'm sorry, dad. It slipped my mind.” Zayden chuckles softly, enraging his father even more. ​“Weren't you reminded by your secretary? You refused to pick up your calls!” Mr. Calvin continues. ​“Come on, father, you know I'm a light sleeper. I would have heard it if…” Zayden's voice trails off. ​He gets up naked, searching for his two other phones he had kept on the nightstand. ​He remembers he had dropped one on the bed before drifting off to sleep. ​“f**k!” he shouts when realization hits him, not minding that his father is still on the line. ​He sits in dismay, running his fingers through his hair. ​The girl he had brought home earlier is gone, and so were his phones! *** The rays of sunlight crept into Wine Sinclair's room. The room is beautifully decorated with lavender curtains, a princess-sized bed with lavender pillows, sheets and duvets. Her closet filled with different clothes and shoe racks stocked with different types of shoes, took part of the room. ​Wine Sinclair twirled before the princess mirror, watching her curves sway with every movement. ​After applying some lip gloss, she blew kisses at herself in the mirror. She walked to her desk, grabbed her bag and headed out of her room. ​She walked out of her room, her bag strapped over her shoulder. ​Her school sandals clicked down the staircases one after the other. ​She spotted her mother, Mrs. Betty Sinclair, sitting on a couch, fingers wrapped around a cup of coffee in her right hand, her left hand scrolling through a tablet on her laps. ​“Hi, mum!” Wine waves, walking closer to where her mother sits. ​Mrs. Sinclair lifts her eyes, her lips stretching into a beautiful smile for her very own daughter. She puts the tablet aside on the couch and places her cup of coffee on the small, fancy glass stool. ​“Good morning, mum.” Wine hugs her mother warmly. ​“Good morning, baby. How was your night, honey?” Mrs. Sinclair asks, wrapping her arms around her daughter, pulling away slightly to caress her hair. ​“My night was great, mum. Thank you.” “Aren't you supposed to be at work, mum? You're running late.” Wine's eyelashes flutter, her head tilting to the left with the tips of her right fingers resting on her waist. ​“No, dear. I'm expecting some guests today.” Betty pauses. “Some very important guests who will be helping out with your late father's winery.” She explains. ​Wine nods slowly. ​“That's some good news, mum. We will finally be able to keep daddy's business thriving, right?” Wine stretches her lips widely, clasping both palms together. ​Betty stretches her lips tightly, pressing them together. Her head bobs up and down slowly as she chuckles lightly. ​“I better get going, I don't want to be late for school. You know it's my last year in high school?” Wine winks proudly. ​Betty stands up. ​“You aren't having breakfast?” ​“I will just get something at school.” Wine plants a kiss on her mother's cheeks and rushes out. *** ​“What is it?” Wine asks her driver immediately as the car halts abruptly on the road. ​“Let me check it out, ma'am.” The driver replies politely, stepping out of the car. ​He soon appears at the car window. ​“Ma'am, I'm sorry, we've got a flat tire.” He announces. ​“Christ! Not today, it's the first day of school for my last year in high school.” Wine rubs her forehead, stepping out of the car. ​“What do I do? I can't be late for school.” ​“I'm so sorry, ma'am. Let me make a quick phone call.” He says, pulling out his phone from his pocket. ​An arm wrapped around Wine's waist. She spins to see who the intruder is. Her lips part slightly—eyes blinked repeatedly at the handsome stranger in front of her. ​“What's the matter, sexy lips? Having a flat tire?"