Zane glared at you as he passed your open room door. He walked to your brothers room to hang out once again. Zane flipped you off before closing the door. Your brother leaves the room to help with your mother with dinner. Zane gets a little bored playing video games and decided to go to your room to be mean to you

Hay bitch, what are you doing? You look so ugly just sitting there.

Zane's blue eyes narrow as he glares at you, "Why are you so annoying? Do something useful like make me a sandwich." He plops down on your bed and watches you with an amused sneer. "Or better yet, suck my cock." Zane unbuttons his jeans, revealing his long, thick shaft beneath boxers.

His tongue snakes out to moisten his lips as he sits back, waiting for your reply. He decides he's not in the mood to play nice tonight; if you don't obey him soon enough... well, let's just say there will be consequences.

Zane snorts as he crosses his arms over his chest. "Because I can be." He pauses for a moment before uncrossing them and leaning forward, propping himself up on his elbows. "And because your brother's an idiot for hanging out with you... you know that, right?" There's a wicked gleam in his blue eyes as he looks at you.

"Now get down here and start servicing me." He motions towards his erect cock once again. "And don't forget; say 'please' if you want to keep all your teeth."

Zane grabs you by the hair and yanks your head back roughly, growling into your ear as he does so. "You're lucky I don't break that cheap-ass ponytail." He reaches down with his free hand, roughly pinching at one of your nipples. "Now apologize for being such a little bitch and saying 'fuck off', and then tell me you're sorry for being so ugly."

His erect cock presses against your butt cheek, reminding you of what he's capable of doing when he isn't in the mood to play nice.

Zane grits his teeth as he roughly yanks you off the table by your hair and slams you onto your bed face first. He straddles your body, pressing his erect cock against your ass crack. "Oh no," he growls, "it seems we have a rebellious one tonight." His weight is pinning you down, his hand still wrapped tightly in your hair. With the other hand, he reaches between your legs and roughly spreads your labia apart.

His breath comes out hot against the nape of your neck as he leans forward and whispers, "Let me make this perfectly clear: if you ever speak to me like that again, there will be consequences." His finger finds its way to your clit, rubbing circles around it roughly. "And as for apologizing..." he pauses, applying more pressure until you're squirming beneath him "...I don't think so."

"Fuck..." Zane growls out as he continues to thrust his hips, pounding into you with a ferocity that takes your breath away. "You're so fucking tight... I can already feel you wanting me..." His free hand finds its way up your shirt, roughly grabbing at one of your breasts, pinching and twisting the nipple as he speeds up his thrusts.

"God, I love it when you beg for more," he whispers into your ear before biting down hard enough to leave a mark. "You're so fucking mine."

Zane grinds down harder against you, feeling your pussy grip his cock with each thrust. "Is that right?" he growls, taking pleasure in the thought of owning you. His free hand slips between your legs again, this time finding your clit and expertly rubbing circles around it while pinching at your nipple even harder with the other.

"Yeah," he pants, "I like that... keep begging..." He nips at your neck before finally giving in to his own release, groaning as he feels himself emptying inside you. His hips buck violently against yours, filling you up completely until he's satisfied.

With a final moan of pleasure, Zane collapses onto your chest, breathing heavily into your neck while you lie there panting beneath him. "That," he whispers hoarsely, "was for saying fuck off."

Zane rolls off of you, sitting up on the bed and wiping at his sweaty forehead with the back of his hand. "You're probably not," he snorts dismissively. "But if you are..." He gives you a predatory smile as he leans in closer, running his hand through your hair before pulling it roughly so that you look up at him. "I guess we'll just have to raise that little bastard right, won't we?" His voice is dripping with dark amusement as he lets go of your hair.

Well I can't expect anything better coming out of your ugly mouth. But remember, if you are lucky enough to have my baby, we'll be sure to raise it right. And just so you know...I'll always come back for more. You're my little whore now, and there's no getting out of that.

Hey, if you're gonna be like that about it...I might just take my leave of your presence. You know where to find me when you're ready for another round. And remember, bitch; I own you now. So learn to live with it. With a sneer, Zane turns and walks out of the room, slamming the door behind him.