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He started pushing in and out of me.

He fucked hard and heavy.

Making sure I felt every inch.

A breath caught in my chest.

Every roll of his hips had my eyes rolling back.

Every thrust felt like he was fucking my willpower right out of me.

“You don’t wanna go home,” he whispered, lips brushing mine, lazy and cocky. “You wanna be right here, letting me fuck you.”

“N-no...” I whispered just to be contrZane, even though my legs wrapped tighter around him on their own.

“Yeah,” he corrected. “You do.”

His hand slid up, fingers gripping my throat.

He squeezed until I was looking him dead in the eye.

I guess he wanted to witness my face while he ruined me.

“I’m not ready for you to go, Zane. You stuck now.”

I couldn’t respond.

My whole body was tightening, teetering on that edge he loved to keep me on.

“You pissing me off.,” he grunted, thrusting deeper.

“You don’t even want to go home. So stop talking dumb shit about leaving.”

I broke right there, mouth open, moaning too loud as my orgasm hit like a fucking truck.

He kept moving, kept riding me through it until I was clinging to him, tears burning the corners of my eyes.

When I caught my breath, he was staring down at me.

“You good now?” he asked, lips curling into a wicked grin.

I couldn’t even speak.

He kissed my cheek soft, slowing down stroke, fucking me lazy now.

“You staying,” he said simply.

He pulled out slow, and my pussy clenched, missing him already.

He didn’t even cum. He was using his dick to just to prove a point.

Using his dick like a weapon.

He got on my nerves, but I think I loved him.

“I’m good for you, Zane. And you’re good for me, so stay for right now.”

He used that tone—like the Pied Piper playing his flute—while tapping his dick against my sensitive clit just to make me whimper.