Chapter 3

Zahra sipped her wine, the rich red warming her throat as she sat beside Jake at a round table in the hotel ballroom. The dinner service was in full swing, waitstaff gliding between tables with plates of herb-crusted salmon and roasted vegetables. Her powder-blue dress hugged her curves, the slit up her thigh catching the chandelier light, and she felt every eye on her—some admiring, some judging. Jake’s presence, his muscular frame filling out his tuxedo, was a steady comfort, his knee brushing hers under the table, sending a spark of heat through her. The memory of the coat check—his cock in her mouth, the close call with the attendants—still buzzed in her veins, making her feel alive, reckless.

The table was a mix of her cousins and their spouses, a varied group in their thirties and forties, their reactions to Zahra and Jake ranging from supportive smiles to raised eyebrows. Her cousin Nima and his wife, Sara, chatted warmly with her, while others, like her cousin Leila and her husband, Darius, cast sidelong glances, their whispers barely concealed. Zahra’s ears caught fragments of conversation from a nearby table—women’s voices, some envious, others catty. “God, her date’s a total hunk,” one said, her tone dripping with lust. Another, lower, muttered, “What’s a guy like that doing with her? Bet he’s a paid escort.” Zahra’s lips twitched, amused rather than offended, her confidence bolstered by the wine and Jake’s solid presence.

A louder voice cut through, slurred and sharp, from a woman at another table—Reza’s cousin’s wife, clearly deep in her cups. “Zahra’s embarrassing Reza’s family, flaunting that boy like a trophy,” she said, her words carrying over the clink of silverware. Heads turned, and Zahra’s cousins froze, their eyes darting to her.

Zahra didn’t miss a beat, her wineglass pausing at her lips as she leaned forward, her voice clear and cutting. “I don’t need to do anything to embarrass Reza,” she said, her dark eyes flashing. “He’s doing a stellar job of that himself, screwing his secretary while we were still married.” A ripple of gasps and stifled laughs spread around her table, Nima choking on his wine, Sara hiding a grin. Zahra leaned back, her smirk sharp. “Honestly, he should thank me for giving him something else to whine about.”

The table erupted in nervous chuckles, Leila’s eyes widening, but Zahra felt a surge of power, her confidence soaring. Jake’s hand rested on her thigh under the table, his touch subtle but possessive, and she glanced at him, catching his approving grin. Her boldness felt like a rebellion, a shedding of the shame her family had tried to heap on her. She took another sip of wine, savoring the moment, her body humming with defiance and desire.

Her cousin Leila, recovering, leaned forward, her tone curious but tinged with judgment. “So, Zahra, how did you and Jake meet?” she asked, her eyes flicking to Jake, who was calmly cutting his salmon, unfazed by the scrutiny.

Zahra’s lips curved into a knowing, sexy smirk, her confidence unshakable. She set her glass down, her gaze sweeping the table, relishing the widened eyes. “I’m close friends with Jake’s mother, Monique,” she said, her voice smooth, deliberate. “We go way back, and she thought Jake and I would ... hit it off.” She let the generational gap hang in the air, her smirk deepening as Nima’s fork paused mid-air, Sara’s eyebrows shooting up. Jake’s chuckle was low, his hand squeezing her thigh, sending a jolt of arousal through her.

Leila blinked, her voice faltering. “His ... mother? So, he’s—”

“Young, yes,” Zahra cut in, her tone playful, her eyes glinting. She shrugged, wagging her eyebrows for effect. “Dating a man Jake’s age makes me feel young again. And trust me, it’s working.” She leaned closer to Jake, her shoulder brushing his, her smirk daring anyone to challenge her.

The table fell silent for a moment, then Nima laughed, raising his glass. “Well, damn, Zahra, good for you,” he said, his tone genuine. “You look happier than I’ve seen you in years.”

Sara nodded, her smile warm. “Seriously, you’re glowing,” she said. “Ignore the haters. Jake seems ... great.”

Jake flashed his charming grin, lifting his own glass. “Appreciate that,” he said, his voice smooth. “Zahra’s the one making this night unforgettable.”

Darius, less convinced, cleared his throat, his tone skeptical. “It’s just ... unusual, that’s all,” he said. “People talk, Zahra. You know how our families are.”

“Let them talk,” Zahra said, her voice firm, her hand resting on Jake’s under the table, feeling his strength. “I’m done caring what they think. I’m living for me now.” Her words carried a weight that silenced the table, her cousins exchanging looks—some impressed, others uneasy.

The gossip from the nearby table continued, snippets drifting over—more admiration for Jake’s “gorgeous” looks, more speculation about his “price.” Zahra ignored it, her focus on Jake’s hand, now sliding higher on her thigh, his fingers teasing the edge of her dress’s slit. Her pussy throbbed, the memory of his cock in her mouth, his cum on her face, vivid and electrifying. She felt bold, untouchable, a woman reborn in the fire of her own desires. The dinner continued, but Zahra’s mind was already racing to where she and Jake could steal away next, her confidence a blazing shield against the ballroom’s judgment.

Zahra’s pulse thundered as she tugged Jake’s hand, her heels clicking on the polished floor as they slipped away from the ballroom’s glittering chaos. The dinner had left her electrified—her sharp retorts to Reza’s family, her bold admission about Jake’s mother, the admiring whispers about her “hunk” fueling her confidence. Jake’s touch on her thigh, his steady presence, had stoked a fire that demanded release. Her pussy ached, her body craving him, and when she spotted the door to an unoccupied conference room just off the ballroom, she knew exactly where they were headed.

She pulled Jake inside, the heavy door shutting behind them with a soft thud, muffling the distant hum of music and chatter. The room was dimly lit, a long mahogany table dominating the space, flanked by leather chairs. A large pile of boxes on the table indicated the space was being used as temporary storage of some kind.

The moment the door closed, Zahra was on him, her hands fisting in his tuxedo as she crushed her lips to his. Jake groaned into her mouth, his tongue spearing against hers, his hands roaming her body with desperate need. Zahra’s fingers dug into his shoulders, her powder-blue dress straining against her curves as she pressed herself closer, her moans mingling with his. His hands squeezed her ass, pulling her against his hardening cock, and she shivered, arousal soaking her panties.

“God, Jake, I need you,” Zahra gasped, breaking the kiss, her voice thick with lust. Her hands roamed his chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath his shirt, her lips trailing along his jaw. Jake’s groan was raw, his fingers digging into her hips, but Zahra felt a surge of power, her confidence from the dinner table spilling into this moment. Leading Jake past the pile of boxes, she pushed him backward, her hands firm on his chest, guiding him toward the conference table. “Lie down,” she commanded, her tone bold, her dark eyes blazing with intent.

Jake’s grin was wicked, his blue eyes glinting with excitement. “Fuck, Zahra, you’re taking charge,” he said, his voice low and approving. He let her push him onto his back, the table creaking under his weight as he stretched out, his tuxedo jacket splaying open. Zahra climbed onto the table, straddling him, her dress hiking up her thighs as she shoved her panties aside with one hand. The fabric was soaked, her pussy slick and ready, and she moaned at the exposure, her body trembling with need.

Jake’s hands moved to his pants, deftly unzipping them and pulling out his cock, already erect and shining with traces of her saliva from the coat check. The sight of it—thick, veined, throbbing—made Zahra’s breath catch, her pussy clenching with anticipation. “You’re so fucking big,” she purred, her voice dripping with desire as she positioned herself above him, her hands braced on his chest. “I’m gonna ride this cock so hard, Jake.”

His groan was guttural, his hands sliding to her hips. “Fuck, Zahra, do it,” he said, his voice rough with lust. “Ride me, baby. Show me what you’ve got.”

Zahra lowered herself, guiding his massive cock to her entrance, and sank down, a loud moan tearing from her lips as he filled her. His thickness stretched her pussy, the sensation intense and perfect, her walls gripping him tightly. “Oh, God, yes,” she gasped, her head tipping back, her thick black hair cascading over her shoulders. She began to move, grinding her pussy up and down his cock, her hips rolling with a rhythm that made her shriek with pleasure. The table creaked beneath them, the sound drowned out by her moans and the wet slap of their bodies.

Jake’s hands roamed to her breasts, squeezing them through the strapless bodice of her dress, his thumbs teasing her nipples. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Zahra,” he said, his voice thick with awe, his hips jerking upward to meet her thrusts. “Look at you, fucking me like a goddess.”

Zahra’s confidence soared, her dirty talk spilling out as she rode him harder, her pussy sliding along his shaft, the friction driving her wild. “You like this, don’t you, Jake?” she panted, her voice raw and commanding. “My tight pussy fucking your big cock? You feel so good inside me.” Her words were new, bold, a reflection of the woman she was becoming, and Jake’s groans told her he loved it.

“Fuck, yes, Zahra,” he growled, his hands gripping her tits tighter, his hips slamming up into her. “You’re so fucking hot, riding me like that. Don’t stop.” His praise fueled her, her moans growing louder, her shrieks echoing in the conference room as she ground down harder, her clit rubbing against his pelvis with every thrust.

Zahra’s body trembled, pleasure coiling tight in her core as she fucked him with abandon, her dress bunched at her waist, her panties pushed aside. “I’m gonna cum all over this cock,” she moaned, her voice shaking with need. “You’re mine tonight, Jake, all fucking mine.” Her words were possessive, fierce, and Jake’s hands slid to her hips, guiding her faster, his thrusts meeting hers with equal intensity.

“You’re fucking incredible,” Jake said, his voice steady despite his ragged breathing, his eyes locked on hers. “Cum for me, Zahra. Let me see it.” His hands squeezed her breasts again, one slipping beneath the bodice to pinch her nipple, sending a jolt straight to her pussy.

Zahra’s climax hit like a tidal wave, her pussy clenching around his cock as she shrieked, her body shaking atop him. “Fuck, Jake, yes!” she cried, her hips grinding frantically, her orgasm ripping through her. Jake’s hips jerked upward, his cock pulsing inside her, his groans mixing with her moans as he fucked her through her peak.

Panting, Zahra slowed her movements, her body trembling, her pussy still gripping him tightly. She leaned down, kissing him deeply, her tongue tangling with his, her hands braced on his chest. Jake’s hands roamed her back, his touch possessive, his voice a low murmur. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said again, his lips brushing hers. “I could watch you ride me all night.”

Zahra smiled, her confidence blazing, her body alive with the thrill of taking charge. The conference room felt like their own private world, the risk of discovery only heightening her exhilaration. She knew they’d have to return to the ballroom soon, but for now, she savored the moment, her pussy still tingling around Jake’s cock, her heart pounding with the power of her own desire.

Zahra’s body trembled atop Jake, her pussy clenching around his massive cock as she rode him on the conference table, her powder-blue dress bunched at her waist, her panties shoved aside. The room echoed with her moans and the wet slap of their bodies, the mahogany table creaking under their rhythm. Her climax still buzzed through her, but the fire in her core demanded more, her confidence soaring as she took charge. Jake’s hands squeezed her breasts through her strapless bodice, his thumbs teasing her nipples, his hips jerking upward to meet her thrusts. His blue eyes burned with lust, locked on hers, fueling her boldness.

“Fuck, Jake, you feel so good,” Zahra moaned, her voice raw and filthy, her hips grinding down harder. “I want your cum inside me again. Fill my fucking pussy, baby. I need it dripping out of me.” Her words were nasty, unfiltered, a far cry from the reserved woman she’d been hours ago. The thrill of her own audacity, of claiming him so brazenly, made her pussy throb, her arousal soaking his cock.

Jake’s groan was guttural, his hands gripping her hips, guiding her faster. “Goddamn, Zahra, you’re so fucking dirty,” he growled, his voice thick with need. “You want my load? Gonna fuck it deep into that tight cunt.” His dirty talk sent shivers through her, her pussy clenching tighter as she rode him, her moans growing louder, her body chasing another peak.

Jake’s hips ground up into her, his cock pulsing, his breath ragged as he neared his climax. “Fuck, I’m close,” he rasped, his hands sliding to her ass, squeezing hard. “You’re gonna get every drop, baby. Keep riding me like that.” Zahra shrieked, her pussy grinding against him, her clit rubbing just right, pleasure coiling tight in her belly. She leaned forward, her hands braced on his chest, her thick black hair falling around them like a curtain, her lips hovering over his.

But then, the door to the conference room creaked open, a sliver of light cutting through the dim space. Zahra’s eyes went wide, her heart lurching as voices spilled in—Amir, the groom, and another man, likely his best man. “Let’s go over the speeches here,” Amir said, his tone distracted. “It’s quieter, and I need to tweak mine.”

Zahra froze, shock flooding her system, her pussy still impaled on Jake’s cock. “Oh my God,” she whispered, her voice a panicked hiss as she scrambled to get off him. Her hands pushed against his chest, her thighs trembling as she lifted herself, his thick shaft sliding out with a wet sound that made her cringe. Her dress was a tangled mess, her panties askew, and she felt exposed, vulnerable, the thrill of discovery now a terror.

Jake, infuriatingly, just laughed—that low, carefree chuckle that drove her wild with both annoyance and desire. “Relax, Zahra,” he murmured, his voice maddeningly calm as he sat up slightly, his cock still hard and glistening with her juices. “They won’t see us yet.”

“Shut up,” she hissed, her hands fumbling to pull her dress down, her face burning. She reached for Jake’s cock, her fingers trembling as she tried to tuck the massive shaft back into his pants. It was still erect, thick and unyielding, the veins throbbing under her touch, and she cursed under her breath, struggling to maneuver it. “Why is this thing so big?” she muttered, her panic laced with a reluctant thrill as she finally managed to stuff it into his pants, zipping him up with a shaky hand.

Jake’s chuckle deepened, his hands resting casually on the table. “You weren’t complaining a minute ago,” he teased, his blue eyes glinting with amusement. “Fuck, you’re cute when you’re freaking out.”

Zahra shot him a glare, her heart pounding as she smoothed her dress, her panties still crooked, her pussy tingling with the remnants of their fuck. Amir’s voice grew closer, the rustle of paper suggesting he and the best man were settling at the far end of the table, just beyond the pile of boxes. “Okay, mine’s first,” Amir said. “I want to thank Layla’s family, but it’s too long. What do you think?”

The best man’s voice was lighter, joking. “Cut the part about her cooking. Nobody believes that,” he said, earning a laugh from Amir.

Zahra’s eyes darted to the door, her breath shallow. They were hidden by the boxes, but any movement could betray them. She grabbed Jake’s arm, pulling him upright, her voice a frantic whisper. “We need to get out of here,” she said, her hands smoothing her hair, praying her makeup wasn’t smeared.

Jake’s grin was unrepentant, but he nodded, sliding off the table with infuriating ease. “Lead the way, princess,” he said, his tone playful, his hand grazing her ass as she moved toward the door. Zahra’s body responded despite her panic, a pulse of arousal betraying her fear, and she bit her lip, forcing herself to focus.

She cracked the door open, peeking out to ensure the coast was clear, then tugged Jake after her, slipping back into the ballroom’s noise and light. Her heart still raced, her pussy slick with unspent desire, Jake’s cum from their earlier fuck mixing with her arousal. His carefree laugh echoed in her mind, infuriating and intoxicating, as they rejoined the crowd, the close call only sharpening her hunger for him.