For The Love Of Leesi

Eighteen years and I have finally found out who my parents are--well my father anyway. Knowing that you're father is Zayn Malik from the used-to-be huge boy band is a complete change. So it looks like I'm spending the summer in London. It's time to learn who I really am, who I truly love, and if in the end I will able to tell the difference from reality and fantasy. *Sequel to For The Love Of Clara*


14. Wake Up Orgasms

I woke up with the sun almost down, the balcony doors were opened and the wind was gently walking across the bedroom. I looked over to my right and found it empty. I sat up, taking the bedsheets with me as I looked around the room. 


No answer. 

I stepped out of the bed and onto the carpeted floor, taking the sheets with me I went into the kitchen. 

That's where I found him. He was making some type of pasta and earbuds stuck to his ears.

"Jed?!" I almost yelled, but was ignored as he pretended to play an air drum set. I leaned on the counter, placing my head in the palm of my hand as I watched him.

It didn't take him long to turn around and smile. He pulled the earbuds away and placed them on the counter with his iPod. 

"Good evening," he smiled as he leaned on the counter with me. "Do you not like wearing clothing?"

"I'm wearing clothing," I smiled but his smirk framed his face as he turned around and turned the stove off. 

"I'll be the judge of that," he said as he came around the counter.

"No, Jed," I giggled, but soon he was chasing me. 

He caught a small handful of white fabric of sheet and my ass was visible. "Miss Malik, I see now you are not fully clothed. I thought you were a proper lady."

"I'm anything but proper," I mused back and he kept pulling the white fabric closer and closer to him, like pulling a rope. 

I had no choice but to move closer and closer and soon he took the white sheet and yanked it from my body, the cotton falling to the floor. "I highly doubt you're a bad girl."

"Last night wasn't good enough for you?" I was pressed against his body, naked. 

"Last night was a good girl controlled by a bad boy." 

"Hm, I doubt that because I'm always in control."

"Now, I doubt that," his smile grew. 

"I'll show you who's in control," I said as I slide my hands down in his sides, my fingers slipping in between his soft sweatpants and skin. "I see you aren't fully dressed either, Mr. Sheeran."

"Caught," he said cockily. "What are you going to do about it?"

"I might just have to teach you a lesson," I smiled.

"Teach away."

I moved down his body and my knees hit the floor. I looked up at him as I slid his sweatpants down slowly, his erection was hard and he growled as the fabric moved over his cock. I held him in my hand and begun to pump, feeling him expand in my small palm. 

I took my tongue and licked the tip, then moving down teasingly as he groaned. He wanted more but I wasn't giving more. He wanted to be in my mouth but I kept him at a distance as I licked him, felt him beneath my tongue. 

His groans became louder and a small white bead of his pre ejaculation released from his tip. I licked it up only to cause louder moans. His hand escaped to the back of my head and that's when I finally gave in. I placed him in my mouth and looked up at him, he watched me as I sucked and pulled on his cock. 

He kept the pressure on my head as I continued to pleasure him. His cock was fully wet, and I wanted him inside of me so badly, but instead he muttered, "Don't stop," and he pressured me on. 

I looked up at him once more, his face a complete form of pleasure, releasing his juice inside my mouth. The substance salty and sweet in the same combination, slipping down my throat.

His groans grew loud as he filled my mouth, but he quickly recovered bent down and with a small kiss on my lips he smiled as he whispered, "Swallow."

I did what he said and his smile grew even wider. "You're still a good girl," he continued. "Listening to me."

"Next time you won't be so lucky," I said as I stood up. 

"No, right now you're lucky." He pushed me down onto the sofa and soon my legs were spread wide as he forced my orgasm. 

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