Chapter 19: Chapter 19

"What is it mum?" Imogen ran out of Zamiel's room. Trying to adjust her dress on her way out.

"The gown you ordered has arrived, and why are you so upset with me so early in the morning?. All I did was come to inform you about the dress, and you just…" She paused to take a look at her daughter's face.

"I am not upset, you just startled me" Imogen tried to defend herself, rolling her eyes.

"It doesn't seem like it" her mum took a closer look at her.

"Uhhh…mum!!" She frowned.

"Fine, I'll go get it" she stomped her feet on the floor, and turned around to see if Zamiel would come out of the room.

Inside his room, it was a strong battle between him and his rod, he couldn't hold his pressing urge to have s*x anymore.

He wanted to do it then and there.

Angrily he stumped out of the room.

"Zamiel!" Keren called out to her son, but he didn't respond.

He was moving so fast that it was difficult to observe him very well. She didn't even notice that his rod was as hard as a rock.

She just watched as he walked past her, his behavior wasn't too different, but it wasn't the same either. It left her with a lot of questions.

"I wonder why they are both upset now. Maybe they have gotten into a fight again" Keren scratched her forehead gently and walked out.

It was quite normal for her son and daughter to get into a fight, they would always have little arguments with each other.

But, somehow they managed to work things out with each other.

Zamiel's POV

I ran down the stairs like some kind of cheetah, and even shaded the delivery man with my shoulder. After all he was responsible for my aching rod, couldn't he have chosen a better time to arrive?.

He just had to pick when I was about to get laid.

"Zamy wait" I heard Imogen call out to me, but I wasn't going to listen to anyone, not even myself.

I was too upset with the entire world, especially that nosy mother of mine. Why did she just have to come inform Imogen about the dress?. I wonder why she still had to order more dresses anyways.

She could start up a boutique with the clothes in her wardrobe.

I got into my car and started the engine, I didn't even wait for the guards to open the gate. As I nearly drove into it, the one who I believed to be the fastest hurriedly opened it.

Even with all his haste to open the gate for me, I still felt like he was slow. It felt like I had a fire burning within me.

I almost ran him over with my car, but I didn't care.

I looked at the mirror and changed the way I looked, I was about to go somewhere I could get f*cked as many times as I wanted and no one was going to stop me.

But also no one should know that I am a prince. I still like to keep my image intact, and this special power of mine gave me that opportunity.

I stepped into the building, with the loud music booming in my ear.

It would be quite easy to think that with all the cool breeze that blew on me, while I was coming, my rod would calm down, but no. It was still as hard as a rock.

I walked around the club with no hopes or expectations of dancing with anyone, I just needed a call girl or anything. I had many options, but this was the only club that opened during the day.

"Oh shit!" I heard a girl lament at the bar. His voice was worth turning around for.

"Miss, I am sorry but you have to pay," the bartender was telling her. From the looks of things, she didn't have any money.

"But, I am out of cash, see... Is there another way I could pay?" She asked him, opening up her purse, and showing him how empty it was. He looked at her, and nodded his head.

"You can't leave unless you pay miss….security!!!" The bartender yelled, when he noticed that she was about to make a run for it.

Seeing the whole scenario, I kinda felt pity for her. So I walked up to them, and handed him my credit card.

"Whatever amount is her bill, I'll pay" she looked at me, feeling so ashamed of herself. She felt very remorseful, and I knew that if she could.

She would have rejected my offer, but she was in a stand still.

Mehn! She was so drunk that she could hardly walk. I wonder why she must have gotten herself so wasted.

"Thank you, sir," the bartender smiled.

I looked at her, she was wearing a very skimpy dress, it was glittering. I saw a similar dress in Imogen's wardrobe.

I don't think it was a cheap dress, Imogen doesn't wear cheap dresses, that girl is damn expensive. So it made me feel like this girl in particular wasn't middle class or anything.

"You are such a good boy, you paid now you want me to f*ck you right?" She asked me, falling on me.

She was wearing high heels that matched her silver dress, and she didn't have any balance in them.

"What? No!!" I exclaimed, but she was too drunk. She kept on using her hands to mess up her hair.

She was clinging to my shirt, too tightly for her own good.

It's not like my rod was getting any softer.

"That's not what this big boy is saying" she gasped, and then covered her mouth with her palm.

"He is so huge" she didn't even wait for me to give her a reply, she just k*ssed me at once, in front of everyone.

She was sucking on my lips so much, it was only making my rod even harder. Damn! Her courage and all really was something.

It's a club though, so no one found what we were doing strange.

"He is so big, I want to see what you can do with him. '' She broke free from me and knelt in front of me. This girl is crazy, if she thought that I'll be f*cking her on first sight in front of everyone, then she must be more than drunk.

Yes, my appearance was different, and no one would ever come to know it was me, but my rod is still the same.

Hell no! I am not f*cking a drunk girl in front of everyone.

"Get up, let's go!!!" I ordered her, and she stood up immediately.

Holding her breath, as if she was in the army or something. The way her chest rose, showed me her huge twins.

Yeah, I was sure that I was going to make her scream my name.

"You are right, they gonna see my t*ts" she used her hands to flap them in my face.

This girl was such a sl*t. I bit my lips, she would make a good f*ck doll.

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"Hey!! You can't just f*ck someone, like you don't even know my name" the lady shouted at Zamiel.

"Don't worry about that, I'm going to ask you that when I am deep in you" he pushed her to the bed, taking his shirt off, and laying on top of her.

"Really??" she whispered, as his lips went to her neck. K*ssing her, and sending electricity to her entire body.

"Yes…you'll also be screaming mine, when I'm hitting your womb" he whispered as well, making sure his rod was poking the entrance of her cumb.

She bit her lips, letting herself loose and forgetting about everything. This was why she came to the club and got drunk.

She needed to forget her problems, and Zamiel was sending her to a world above and beyond.

"Ahh!!" her screams escaped from her lips, it was more like a squeak to him.

He grabbed her left twin, squeezing and molesting it. It was very painful, and satisfying to her at the same time. She didn't know what she was supposed to feel, but she moved her legs to the rhythm of the sweetness.

She wrapped her hands around his neck, as he k*ssed his way to her twins. Unable to nurture patience, he ruined her dress and bra, almost at the same time, so his tongue could have full access to her n*pples.