Chapter 2 His Prey

Soon, inside the car filled with a woman soft cry and a man low groan.

"Nghh... no, please, not here..." She begged him. Her pretty lashes fluttered in embarrassment when she looked at his glistening fingers, wrapped with her wetness from down there.

"Not here? But you are already dripping baby girl. Fuck, what should I do with you," He bite and lick her earlobe, pushed back his long fingers inside her, made her squeal in pleasure.

She was still in his lap, facing him with her hands holding onto him like she was holding into his life. She moaned and panted, when he finished milking her breasts like a baby.

"Ahh... p-please.." She was a mess already. Her blouse were unbuttoned, displaying her creamy, plump breasts that full with his marks. Her skirts were lifted up to her thigh, when her panties already gone somewhere on the car floor, made him easy to access her dripping, sensitive flower.

"Ohh... Oh my god.." She gasped as he curled up his fingers inside her and began to stomp them out in fast movement.

Her cries grew louder until she couldn't even let out a single sound out of her throat when she got another climax.

"Fuck, you are dripping..." He licked his fingers while his eyes never leave her pretty face. She was sweating, her marks were all over her. She looked so hot and it only made his hardened wanted to burst out of his tightened pants.

"I want you... now." He groaned. Licking her chest and down to her hardened, sensitive nipple.

Elena shook her head. As she also couldn't hold herself from wanting his touch, she didn't want her first time to be in a car.

She heard him cursed lowly before use his suit to cover her almost naked body, and called his driver from his phone.

Not even two seconds later, the driver got in the car and drove away from the Dawson Enterprise parking lot.

Elena pulled the suit more to cover her and wiggled to get down from his lap. Even though maybe all his men knew about them. This was still an embarrassed thing for her.

But Zachary not even once wanted her to move from his lap. He was pleased by her warm, soft body, her scent made him drunk and he didn't want to lose all of that now. He was in the edge of going mad and he needed to taste her now to keep sane.

"Stay," He growled lowly. Elena startled and jolted when she felt her teeth sunk one of her breast. She quickly covered her mouth to prevent the shameless sound slip out of her throat.

"Hmphh!" She closed her eyes and hold her moans. His tongue were now exploring her chest until it stopped on one of her nipples.

Elena grabbed a handful fist of his hair as he began to milk her again. The slurping sound from his mouth were obvious and that made her wanted to cry at that moment.

The car drove faster. As if the driver knew his master couldn't hold himself any longer and he needed to drive faster.

"Hmm..." He moaned, milking her like a baby. Her whole body, for head to toe were all his favorite. But he loved to play with her big breasts the most. It's so soft and plump. He wanted to hold on them the whole day if he could.

While he kept what he was doing to her, Elena sometimes closed her eyes and opened them. Trying to remember since when they became like this. Not too long ago, she was a lonely girl trying to survive the harsh life.

Barely made it while she kept dreaming about comfortable life and her long buried dreams.

Being an orphan and poor made her need to work harder than other people with privilege. Moreover when she was working not only to fill her own stomach, but also her family in the orphanage.

Since when they were connected to each other when their status were highly different?

Since that day? Where she caught him standing froze with bleeding hand in front of her work place?

"Hmphh!" Another moan almost slipped when she felt him pinched her other nipple. His finger expertly playing with her sensitive cherry, mimicking the movement of his tongue.

Sometimes, she wondered, why he loved to play, licking, and sucking so much with her breasts, he sucked her as if she produce milk when she is not.

She remembered the first time he touched her there, her nipples chafed, and her breasts and neck full with his marks.

"Sir, we are here."

The car stopped right in front of a lobby hotel. She lightly pushed him and he finally let her go with a pop sound.

Zachary grinned looking at how red her nipple because of him.

"Come, on." He said while helping her fixed her clothes and hair. She peak outside and noticed this was his hotel. He brought her here once, just before she knew who exactly he was.

"You remember this place?" He asked her with a gentle voice like he always do whenever she was with him. His men that were already waiting for them outside the car were not surprised by this anymore. However, they were still not use to it.

"Hm," Elena bopped her head. She let him wrapped his suit around her and took her hand in his, as they walked together inside.

The closer they walked to the room, the faster her heartbeat drummed in her ears. She worried Zachary could hear it too as it was became louder than their footsteps.

They entered a hall with one single room on the highest floor. It was Zachary's private room.

They went inside and Elena sighed when she finally came back here with a different purpose. Or maybe it what was she thought.

Because for the man that already looking at her like a predator looking at his prey, this was the only thing he thought when he brought her here for the first time.