Flynn was frenzied when he heard her scream his name. He slowed after her spasms ceased and softly kissed her bare mons. He was panting like he’d run a marathon. He ripped his briefs off and gave himself a squeeze. He was bordering on desperate.

He kissed her softly, letting her taste herself. Her tongue slid into his mouth easily and he groaned.

Flynn removed the nipple clamps and crawled on the bed. He held himself above her mouth.

“Open your mouth, Z,” he ordered.

She opened her red lips wide and he put his aching cock in her wet heat. Jesus Christ.

“Oh, fuck, babe. That feels good. Yeah, suck it.”

And she did so, greedily. He stayed with only his tip until his hips began to pulse. With each thrust, he went a little deeper. She gagged, letting him know where her gag reflex took over. And with that knowledge, he began to fuck her mouth in earnest. Saliva ran down her cheeks as she took all of him over and over like a champ.

He found himself starting to lose control and hit the back of her throat a few times before he pulled out of her mouth and replaced his cock with his lips. He kissed her passionately, telling her what an amazing fucking woman she was. He wiped the wetness off her cheeks with his face before unhooking all her cuffs and grabbing a condom.

He held the wrapper in his teeth as he massaged Zansi’s arms and legs to help with any discomfort.

“Roll over on your hands and knees, Z,” he said, helping her turn over.

He ripped the wrapper and slid on the condom. He ran his fingers along her pussy and whispered in her ear, “Are you ready for me, Z? Do you want my cock?”

Zansi moaned. “Yes, please, Master Flynn, please. I need your cock inside me.”

Now he moaned. Hearing her ask for his cock might have been the most erotic thing he’d ever heard. Probably because it was coming from Zansi’s mouth.

Flynn grasped her narrow hips and pushed himself into her. Fucking hell, she was tight! He didn’t want to hurt her again, so he only slipped half of his cock inside her. But, yet again, Zansi surprised him. She was having none of that, she pushed her ass back until he filled her. They both moaned loudly.

“I don’t want to hurt you, Zansi,” he said with a pained voice.

“Please, Flynn, I need you to move, please.”

His name on her lips and her plea jolted his heart and his cock. He began to slowly thrust into her.

He’d never felt anything so good. She gripped his cock like a fucking vice. He reached under her and aggressively worried her hard nipple.

She began to whimper, and he knew she was close. He was also close, but he needed something more.

Flynn pulled out of her and rolled her on her back. He picked up her leg and drove into her. Fuck, that was good.

He knew what more he needed. He reached up and ripped the blindfold off her. She was as surprised as he was. He had never participated in a scene without a blindfold. Maybe that was why he wanted it off, Zansi. This wasn’t a fucking scene for him.

He kissed her with his eyes open and she did the same. They moaned into the kiss until he could feel her walls begin to clench.

“Look at me, Zansi. I want you to know who is fucking you,” he said, driving into her.

She cried out, “Flynn!”

Between her pussy gripping his cock and her screaming his name, he couldn’t hold back any longer. He roared like a wild animal and came hard.

Panting, he tenderly kissed her eyes, her forehead, each cheek, and then her mouth, before rolling off her and disposing of the condom. He pulled her against him and grabbed the satin sheet to cover them.

He loved the sound of her purr as she snuggled against him. It felt magic.

She picked up her hand and admired her ring.

“Why did you buy a ring? Will you keep it after the adoption is final?” she asked, breaking the spell.

He didn’t want to talk about life after the adoption. A life without Zansi.

He picked up her hand and kissed her ring finger.

“The ring is yours, Zansi. I bought it for you.”

She was silent for a moment. “But it’s so extravagant for a pretend marriage.”

He wanted to say that nothing would ever be too extravagant for her as far as he was concerned but he didn’t.

“Anybody that knows me, would know it was a lie if I didn’t shower you with expensive jewelry. I don’t do anything with half measures.”

Zansi pulled away from his shoulder to look him in the eye.

“I’m beginning to see that. Thank you. It’s the most beautiful ring I have ever seen. I love it.”

His heart swelled with pride.

He leaned forward and kissed her, sweeping his tongue into her mouth. She gasped as he took her hand and placed it on his once again, hard cock.

***

Zansi had never felt so refreshed and content. Her and Flynn stayed the entire night at the club. She’s not sure how many times they made love. They would sleep a little, explore each other’s bodies a little and they did manage to eat from time to time.

She smiled as she remembered feeding Flynn wedding cake, red velvet, her favorite, while she straddled him and rode his cock. Needless to say, there was frosting everywhere.

Just thinking about last night had her wet for more. This is what an addict must feel like; you never get enough.

Zansi was finishing packing her bag, while Flynn looked in on Alice and let Vera know that once he helped her with her bag, she could go home until Monday at 3:00 when he needed to go to work.

Sighing, she looked around her bedroom. Everything she owned fit into one suitcase. She had gone from her family home to college and then onto medical school. When you live out of a dorm or apartment the size of a closet, you don’t acquire much stuff.

Zansi wasn’t really a “stuff” person. She liked things pretty basic. It’s also a good thing because she still had about two hundred thousand dollars in school loans. Her father had saved enough for half of her schooling, which she was grateful for. So, she lived simply so she could pay down her debt.

When her father died, her brother bought this house and insisted her, and their mother move in. It seemed logical at the time because Avi didn’t have a girlfriend. Avi was very much of the mindset that Indian men took care of their families. She understood that but even their mother had tried to tell Avi not to worry about them.

Avi was having none of it, so eventually, their mother just sat Avi and her down and told them that she wasn’t happy here and was going to move back to London. She should have taken her cue from her mother and found an apartment, but she didn’t want to leave her brother alone.

Zansi had just heaved her large suitcase down the stairs to the living room, when Avi walked through the door.

“What’s going on, Z?” he asked, tossing his keys on the counter. “Vacation?”

Zansi could feel her pulse quicken. She shook her head.

“Um … no Avi, I’m moving out.”

He looked confused. “Why? It would be stupid for you to pay rent when you can live here for nothing.”

Zansi nodded. “Um … I’m not going to an apartment; I’m moving across the yard.”

Avi narrowed his eyes. “What’s going on, Zansi,” he demanded.

“Flynn and I have been seeing each other secretly and we got married last night,” she blurted.

Avi flinched like she had hit him. “What? Please tell me you’re joking!”

Zansi’s anger kicked in now. She wasn’t going to let him treat her like a child.

“No, Avi, I’m not joking. Flynn is a wonderful man who is raising his dead sister’s baby. We’re going to be a family.”

Avi paced around looking like he wanted to punch something. She had never seen Avi this mad.

“So, let me get this straight, you just married your fantasy guy from next door. You say you’ve been ‘seeing’ each other secretly. Do you know how crazy this sounds? What does he do for work?”

Zansi bit her lip. “He’s a businessman.”

“What kind of business, Zansi. Don’t lie to me because I will find out.”

Zansi made a face and sighed. “Have you ever heard of Club Bliss?”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Zansi, you didn’t just marry the man that owns a sex club?”

Her temper spiked. Her brother could say what he wanted about her, but not Flynn.

“It’s a very successful business, Avi, and I assure you it’s legal.”

Avi got red in the face and stalked towards her. “No. I forbid you to leave this house. The marriage can be dealt with, and I will do so immediately.”

Zansi got right up in Avi’s face. “You don’t have the right to forbid me to do anything! I’m an adult woman, for goodness sakes!”

“What are your employers going to think? What about the parents that bring their children to you? Do you think they want a woman married to a sex worker taking care of their children?”

Zansi gasped at her brother's cruelty. She couldn’t hold back the tears.

“You don’t know him, Avi. He’s a good man.”

“No, it’s you that don’t know him, Zansi. I won’t let you ruin your life like this,” he hollered.

The next instant, Zansi was pulled close to Flynn.

“You don’t get to speak to my wife like that, ever. You must be her brother. I understand your surprise, but Zansi is right, you don’t have a say,” Flynn growled.

Avi was breathing heavily. Zansi had never seen her brother physically hit anyone, but right now, he looked like he was going to strike Flynn.

“Avi, calm down, please.” Zansi begged.

Her brother walked to the counter and braced his body and looked at her sadly.

“Is this what you want, Zansi?”

The tears were still streaming down her face. “Yes. But Avi, please listen to me …”

Avi held up his hand. “Go and don’t come back. You’re not my sister anymore.”

Zansi gasped. “You don’t mean that …”

Avi’s expression hardened. “I mean every word. I won’t stand by and watch you ruin your life. Dad would be ashamed of you.”

Zansi wilted a little and covered her face like she could shield herself from the hurt. Flynn pulled her close and kissed her hair tenderly. It felt good to have someone standing up for her.

Zansi squared her shoulders and wiped at the tears. Why she married Flynn mattered to her. It was important and worth people's condescension. If her own brother disowned her, what would the others in her life do? What would her mother do?

She felt like she had been punched at the thought of Avi telling their mother.

“I will leave but I have one request,” she said with more strength in her voice than she felt.

Avi had calmed too. “What?”

“I want to tell mom. I don’t want her to hear it from you. Promise me you won’t tell her.”

Avi’s gaze flipped from Zansi to Flynn.

“I will give you two weeks to tell her. If you don’t, I will,” he said softly and turned away from her.

Fresh tears appeared but she walked to the coat closet and pulled out her jacket and purse. She turned to Flynn who was holding her suitcase.

“I’m ready,” she stated with finality.

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