Zara's Second Chance [One More Time] (Siren Publishing Allure)

by Mya Larose

  She literally brought him to his knees. His legs were too weak to bear his weight. He dropped to his knee in front of her. Her smile, her puffed-up red lips, and her disheveled hair were a beautiful picture. He wanted to remember her like that for the rest of his life.

  She threw her arms around his neck and yanked him to her. She captured his lips in a savage kiss. He could taste his essence on her lips. She grabbed a fistful of hair, then she jerked him off her. Her breathing was shallow like she had just run a marathon.

  “So? Mr. Adames, did you enjoy your treat?”

  “You brought me to my knees, sweetheart. I mean literally.” He chuckled weakly.

  “That’s good then, isn’t it?” she asked cheekily.

  “Any better than that and you’ll have to call the ambulance.”

  This time, he grabbed a condom. He swiftly climbed on top of her and settled between her luscious legs. It felt so right. He then turned her head to the side. He licked, then bit her neck. Zara moaned lightly and smiled back at him.

  She took hold of his cock. “When are you going to fuck me with this big boy?” And she tugged at his still-hard cock.

  He lifted his head. “Oh, you’re pulling the devil’s tail here, sweetheart!” he groaned.

  “As long as you’re the devil in question to fuck me.”

  He let her place the head of his cock against her slit. He rubbed his hard head along her wet slit and over her engorged clit. Moans of pleasure came from both of them as their breathing became heavier. He took hold of her legs and hooked them over his shoulders. He thrust forcefully all his length inside of her until he was fully seated in her. He looked down at her beautiful face. He searched for any kind of discomfort. She let out a silent cry of pleasure as his cock drilled inside of her. When her hips started to undulate as she eagerly accepted his rough thrusts, he didn’t hold himself. He let go of her legs.

  “Oh, sweetheart, your pussy is so tight. It feels like a vise around my cock.” He slid one hand down her thigh.

  “Hmm,” she moaned.

  She buried her face against his chest and held on to him tight like she expected the roughest ride of her life. Maybe she wasn’t wrong. He took her savagely. His thrust became quicker and deeper. She wiggled her hips to keep up with his rapid thrusts. He felt like a hot liquid was pouring below his belly.

  Zara tossed her head from side to side and thrashed under his assault. She dug her nails in his ass cheeks.

  “Fuck me harder and faster.” She breathed hotly in his ear.

  The pain of her nails in his ass gave him inhuman energy. He grabbed both her thighs again. He spread them impossibly wider while he pumped his cock savagely inside her scorching cunt.

  She thrashed wildly. “Oh! Yes!” she screamed. “Yes. Don’t you dare stop!”

  He didn’t even know if he could. Nonetheless, he increased the strength of his ploughing. Suddenly, he released her thighs. He grabbed one ass cheek with one hand and gave it a hard squeeze. He kneaded her breast with his other hand. He bit and tugged at her nipple. She closed her eyes, threw her head back. She clenched her hands into fists on his back.

  “Oh, fuck, I’m coming.”

  “Then come. Come all over my cock, drench me with your tasty cream.”

  “Bite me harder, Peter,” she cried.

  He knew she was on the verge of coming, so he sank his teeth in harder and felt her strain against him.

  She angrily pumped her hips. “Oh yes! Just like that. Do it again…please!” she screamed.

  “You’re one fucking hot mama! My sweet pervert.”

  Still drilling her savagely, he sank his teeth deeper. Even so, he made sure he didn’t break the sensitive skin around her nipple. Her pussy became tighter and tighter. Her juice flowed freely.

  “Haaaa!” she screamed out in extreme pleasure.

  “Oh, damn! Here it comes, sweetheart!” He stiffened suddenly.

  “Yes,” she moaned. “Come in me. Fill me up with your seed. Make me yours.”

  He exploded inside of her wet, hot cunt. “You’re fucking mine, never doubt that from now on!” He groaned, “All mine.”

  He shuddered as his breathing was fast. He collapsed on her and buried his face against her neck as he lay on top of her for several minutes, still lodged inside her hot cunt.

  He lifted his head to look at his dream woman. He shook his head slightly. He felt euphoric. He was one lucky bastard to have the pleasure to savor such delicacy and sweetness that was Zara. She slowly opened her eyes and groaned. They stared at each other in silence for several moments.

  “You’re the woman of my dreams. You’re everything I want and need, and more. You complete me, sweetheart,” he confessed.

  She nibbled at his lips and gave him a sultry smile. He sighed softly and allowed himself to savor this precious moment.

  “Be careful what you wish for. Before long, you’ll be declaring your love,” she joked.

  Happiness tugged at his heart with a dose of uncertainty. He didn’t want to reveal his love for her yet. It was too early. Without replying to her comment, he leaned forward, caressed her cheek with the tip of his forefinger, and brushed his lips against hers. He finally eased out of her, rolled over until he lay on his back, and pulled Zara against him. She curled her body against his as he pulled the cover up over their naked bodies, then with a happy sigh closed his eyes.

  Chapter 11

  Two days later, Zara sat in the kitchen with Yasemin. They sipped their coffee.

  “You’re very quiet. Are you still mad at me? You’ve barely said two words since I arrived.”

  Zara looked over the table at Yasemin, who drank her coffee delicately. Her sister had come over this morning for her usual coffee and a bit of chatter.

  “Don’t be silly, honey! Why should I be upset?”

  Yasemin remained silent for several moments. Her quietness surprised Zara because Yasemin never kept quiet about her opinions, let alone secrets.

  “I’m very sorry about the way I talked to you, Zara. I worry so much about you.” She added slowly, “How was your date with your neighbor, then?”

  “Hmm, it went well,” she evasively replied.

  She didn’t want to go into details with her sibling. The thought of that night made her all flushed and wet. She felt her cheeks burn red.

  “The meal was simple but tasty.”

  She sipped her coffee with her eyes down. If she looked at her sister, she would recognize that she was lying.

  “Very nice,” she replied with a tiny smile. “So…you had a good time then.”

  “Hmm!”

  “So?”

  “So what?”

  “You’re not going to tell me, are you?” she asked with a sigh.

  Zara shook her head slightly in apology. For the first time in her life, she felt whole, like she found a piece of the puzzle that was missing all her life. She always felt unsatisfied, not whole with her ex. He blamed her. Also, he convinced her that she was the one with the problem. The more she thought about it the more she had to agree with the jerk.

  That night, Peter had answered all of her problems. He was like the missing piece of the puzzle in her life. Their time together was like a revelation for her. There and then, she had come to realize that she wasn’t frigid. She just needed to trust her partner. She also found out that she liked her sex rough, and the only person that could deliver it was Peter.

  She pinched her sister’s nose. “Sorry, honey! This time you’re going to keep your adorable button nose out of my time with Peter.” Yasemin swatted her hand from her nose with a giggle.

  “Oh, come on, sis! I already said I was sorry! Okay?” she begged again.

  “You’ve got to respect my wishes, love.” She paused before she finished her coffee and continued, “I’m quite serious.”

  Yasemin nodded her head sadly. She wrapped her hands around the cup like she tried to warm up her hands with a smile but she remained silent again. Zara knew that she had
upset her sister. Nevertheless, she was adamant this time. She wanted to learn more about this new woman she had become without the influence of her sibling.

  “Come on, girl. Cheer up!” she happily exclaimed.

  She tried to lighten up the air between herself and Yasemin. She didn’t want to be rude because Yasemin didn’t have a bad bone in her body. Well, she just was a little busybody.

  “Do you want to know what I think, Zara?”

  Zara nodded her head slowly.

  “That you’re a wonderful sis and that I love you to bits,” Yasemin said.

  “Oh! I love you too, honey!” she replied hoarsely.

  Yasemin got up from her seat and bent over the table to give her a peck on the cheek, then reached for her handbag.

  “Would you like to stick around to help me package a couple of orders I finished?” she offered.

  “No, I can’t help you there. I’ve got some digging to do.”

  “Yasemin!” she roared.

  “What? I promise you, it’s got nothing to do with you.” She smiled at her too sweetly for Zara’s liking.

  Swiftly, she made her way to the entrance door. Zara caught up with her sister just in time before she reached the door.

  “Don’t bother denying it. I know you, Yasemin. I’m actually serious this time. Stay out of it!”

  “I don’t intend to do anything, sis. Will you relax, please?” She reassured Zara.

  However, she didn’t trust her little sister one bit. Before she could add more, Yasemin yanked open the door, blew her a kiss, and closed it behind her. Zara shook her head. She made her way to the couch and sat down.

  It was two days now since she’d seen, touched, or smelled Peter. She recalled him with a sigh. During his nightshift, he called her several times a day. Each time she heard his voice, she felt horny, giddy, and clumsy like a teenager having her first crush. His deep voice seemed to reassure her about the decision she made since she met him.

  She shook her head as she tried to clear her mind. She had work to do and orders to send away. She rose from the couch and trotted the corner of the living room where she had a granny rocking chair along with her knitting accessories.

  After she spent an hour trying to count her rows and following the model, she gave up. She called Lara to tell her everything.

  “So? What do you think I should?” Zara asked softly.

  “Well, at least he was honest with you about the kind of relationship he wants with you. Just for that, he’ll get a bonus from me. There aren’t many men out there like that.”

  Trust Lara to see every situation with an open mind. She clutched the telephone receiver to her ear.

  “I don’t know what to do, Lara.” She shook her head in desperation. It wasn’t quite true, but still, she was unsure.

  “Do what feels right, love. I’m sure everything will work itself out, trust me. I have a good feeling about this guy.”

  “I hope you know what you’re talking about.” She sighed deeply.

  “Trust me!”

  “Enough about me. What about you, love?” Zara asked gently.

  Lara emitted a long sigh on the other end of the line. “Things are as dry as my bank account in that department at this moment. I guess I’m still waiting for my dream lover.”

  “Are you still dreaming about your strong and tall Ottoman prince?”

  “Dreaming is an understatement, love. I’ve used and abused all of my toys. I urgently want a real man between my legs with a real cock in my pussy. I want to be fucked like there isn’t a tomorrow.”

  “Lara!”

  “Oh! Don’t mind me, love. I become whiny when I’m horny,” Lara explained. “Never mind.”

  “If you need to talk more, you know how to reach me.”

  “I know. Thank you.”

  Zara put down the receiver then went back to her rocking chair. She started to knit, but she felt suddenly exhausted. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes.

  For the last couple of days, all her nights were full of erotic dreams. They always started with Peter making hot and brutal love to her. She found herself stretched, spread-eagle on her back in his bed, with her hands and feet bound to the four posters of the bed. He lay between her legs and fucked her with his huge cock. She always ended up screaming with pleasure and every morning her pussy would ache and throb.

  She felt so silly. How could she care so much about a man in such a short period of time? She didn’t know anything about his life, past or present. The only knowledge she had about him was that he was a security officer. She caught him several times with the uniform on, and the logo of the shopping center he worked at. She also knew he was an ex-army man of some sort, and he lived next door. That was about it.

  However, she wanted the man who opened her eyes to her true self. With a sigh, she rose from her chair, made her way to the kitchen to prepare herself a light snack, and went back to her knitting.

  Later that evening, the doorbell chimed. She opened the door. She came face-to-face with a beautiful and slender blonde woman.

  She cocked her head to the side. “Yes. Can I help you?” she politely offered with a smile.

  “Well, actually you’re the person I’m looking for,” the woman replied with a nasty grin.

  She wondered what this woman wanted from her. So, she allowed her to stand there for a few seconds. With a frown, she watched the woman assess her physically. It made her confused and angry. Who was this nutcase, anyway?

  “I’m sure you’re mistaken, Miss. We don’t know each other.”

  “But I know your kind,” the stranger said hatefully. The woman’s face flushed. She tossed her hair back with her hand. “I really don’t know what he finds in you. Really, look at you and look at me!”

  Zara’s nostrils flared. What the hell was that all about, anyway? The woman was completely nuts and took a step back as she slowly closed the door halfway. Who the hell was she to even talk to her in this manner? She would show this bony, flat ass that she wasn’t going to be messed with.

  “How dare you to talk to me like that!” she attacked back. “I don’t know what you’re talking about or what you want. No, scratch that, I really don’t give a fuck! So take your fucking bony ass away from my door.”

  “Oh, I’m leaving, but mark my words, you fat whore. He’s mine, all mine! If you have an ounce of intelligence, you better back the fuck off, or else…”

  Zara pointed her thumb toward her chest. “Are you fucking threatening me?”

  “Oh, I don’t make threats. It’s a fact!” She then turned her back and made her way swiftly down the corridor toward the waiting elevator. She went in and waved her fingers at her with a scary smile before the doors closed on her.

  She shook her head slowly. What an odd woman? She stood there at the door in shock. She went back inside and put the security latch on. She wondered why she didn’t check who it was from the peephole before she opened the door.

  She walked back into her living room. It had to be a terrible misunderstanding. The crazy woman confused her with somebody else. Still, something nagged at her.

  Chapter 12

  He sighed and looked at his wristwatch. It was about seven o’clock in the morning. Peter was dead on his feet. Opening the front door, he made his way to the living room and threw his set of keys on the coffee table. He worked his way to the kitchen to fix himself a strong coffee.

  Thank God last night was my last night shift. He filled water in the reservoir of the coffeemaker, scooped a couple of spoons of coffee in, and switched it on. He didn’t mind working long hours during days, but when it came to night his biological clock was overworked. He wasn’t a spring chicken anymore. He groaned. While he watched the coffee drip from the coffee maker, his thoughts ventured toward Zara.

  Was she awake or asleep? All tucked up and cocooned in the warmth of a duvet would be a plush and curvaceous body. He knew how warm and sweet she felt. He still could feel her curves molded against h
im. He sighed lovingly.

  He shook his head with despair. Zara had captured his heart, locked it in her palm, and thrown the key away, never to be found. That was how he felt about her. No other woman would do for him. As he poured himself a cup, he made his way toward the phone. He grabbed the receiver from the free handset phone and set his cup on the coffee table. He then threw himself on the couch. He put his feet up on the table, dialed her number, and waited for her answer.

  “Zara? Are you there, sweetheart?” His heart thumped with relief.

  “Yes, Peter?” Her voice was husky and breathless.

  “Guess what? It was my last night and I’m completely shattered, sweetheart,” he replied with a laugh.

  “Oh, get on with you! You’re pulling my leg, right? A strong man like you?” She snorted softly. “Is this your way of telling me that you’re not young and fit anymore?”

  He could hear her light giggle. It warmed his heart to hear such a delightful sound.

  “Now, now! Less of that old and unfit business. Should I remind you that I can keep it up for a long time?” He chuckled.

  “Oh, you don’t need to remind me. I was with you all along,” She replied meekly.

  Her voice tone didn’t sound like yesterday when they’d nearly had phone sex. But today…he just couldn’t put his finger on it.

  “Hey, sweetheart. Are you all right?” He had to ask.

  “Well…um…I had a strange encounter yesterday. Very strange,” she said. “A woman came to my door and accused me of stealing her man. She also was quite nasty about it,” she exclaimed hotly.

  “What did you do?” He brusquely straightened from his seat, ready to go over to her place to comfort her.

  “Well, I told her in the same language to get lost, basically.” She sounded so proud of herself.

  “Next time, just close the door and call me right away. I will confront her if she turns up again,” he suggested. He didn’t want to insist because Zara had an independent streak. If he rubbed her the wrong way, she might rebel.