Isaiah
I was in the f*****g twilight zone.
There was no other possible explanation. Zella was on her knees, in the bath tub, her lips were mere inches away from my c**k, I could feel her hot breath seeping into my pants and while I was spouting s**t about not touching her.
My mind warred against my bloody d**k. This was what I had wanted. I wanted to hear that pretty mouth say please. I had promised she would beg me to f**k her and she was doing that right now, dammit.
Those eyes… they would be my undoing.
Her lips brushed my c**k through the fabric of my trousers, and I nearly lost my sanity.
“Zella,” I growled, my hand tangling in her wet hair, forcing her head back so I could look at her face.
Big mistake. She had been attacked. I didn't even know who yet and that irked the
