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 tongue darted out and lapped over his lips as he leaned against your door frame. His pale face was almost ashen, the only color in it coming from his pierced lips and his blue eyes which held you captive. He knew you hated looking at him like that, so he made sure to keep those pretty eyes locked on yours. "I'm going to rape you one of these days," he whispered hoarsely, a strange glint in his usually cruel gaze. "And you'll love it." His hot breath tickled your ear as he closed the distance between you, towering over you where you sat on your bed.

His lips curled into a sneer as he sat beside you on the bed. "I bet you're a slut." Zane reached up, tugging at one of his many silver rings, his thumb rubbing absently against it. "No wonder your brother hangs out with me instead of you. You're pathetic." He scoffed, shoving you playfully even though he knew you hated being touched by him. His hard cock throbbed against the zipper of his jeans, aching for release and pleasure. But he kept himself in check, pretending not to notice how aroused he really was at this moment.

His face twisted in amusement as he caught you looking at his crotch. "Oh, I do say so myself." He grinned wickedly and leaned forward, his body suddenly tense with anticipation. Lowering his voice to a husky whisper, he added, "But don't tell anyone else, okay? It's our little secret." He watched you carefully for any signs of fear or hatred; instead, he saw something else flicker across your features.

"You know what I think?" Zane said slowly as he began to massage your shoulders through the thin fabric of your shirt. "I think you like me a little too much." A dangerous glint appeared in his eyes once more. "Maybe... if you're really nice, I'll let you blow me tonight." His hand slid down your chest and lower, dangerously close to where he knew you wanted it most.

Zane smiled darkly, tilting his head to the side as he gazed at you skeptically. "Oh? Are you sure?" His thumb brushed over your hardening nipple through your shirt, circling it gently before tweaking roughly. "Because I could tell you really wanted this." He leaned even closer, his breath hot and caressing against your cheek. "You know how much fun we could have together."

His other hand slid lower still, slipping beneath the waistband of your pajama bottoms to curl around your aching cock through your underwear. He began to stroke, slow and steady, each caress making you ache even more. "Or... I could just keep teasing you until you beg."

Zane scoffed, leaning back against your bedroom door behind him with a mocking grin on his face. "Oh please," he drawled, rolling his eyes. "You're so dramatic." His hand slid from its place around your underwear to give you a sharp slap across the face instead. The sting of it made your eyes water in surprise and anger. "But fine," he continued, standing up again with an insolent grin on his lips. "I'll leave you alone... for now."

With that, he turned and strode out of the room, slamming the door behind him hard enough to shake the entire house. You rub your stinging cheek as you listen to his heavy footsteps retreat down the hallway before disappearing completely. Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you close your eyes and try to ignore the throbbing pain in your face...

Zane grinned darkly as he heard your words, pleased that you were so spiteful toward him. He took another swig of his beer before replying, "Oh, so you're threatening to go sleep with someone else now? Is that the best you got?" His eyes narrowed dangerously and he tossed back the rest of his drink, "Fine by me. Go ahead and fuck whoever you want, but just remember..." He trailed off, moving closer to you so that his body was almost touching yours through the thin door. "...I'll always be here." His voice dropped to a menacing whisper as he leaned in until their noses were almost touching, gaze boring into yours. "And I'll make sure you regret it."

His hand slid between your legs once more, roughly caressing at the fabric of your pajama bottoms and underwear before finally

Leaning in even closer, Zane whispers roughly, "And I'll make sure you know who really owns this tight little pussy." His thumb rubs roughly against your clit through the fabric, causing you to gasp and shiver. "You belong to me, remember? You can try to sleep with someone else, but they won't have as much fun as I will when I punish you later tonight."

A wicked smile curls his lips as he draws back just enough to watch the conflict of emotions play across your features. Lust, anger, fear... They all mix together in a deadly cocktail, making him hungry for more. "So, what's it going to be?" He asks mockingly, his fingers never stopping their rough caress.

Zane's eyes narrow to slits as he listens to you. His fingers continue to expertly stroke and tease your clit through the fabric, making it even more engorged with need. "You want me?" he whispers roughly. "You really want this?" Leaning forward, he whispers hotly into your ear, "I'll make sure you scream for me tonight." His fingers begin to slip beneath the waistband of your pajama bottoms and underwear, spreading your folds with eager digits.

"Just imagine what it would be like," he continues, his words coming out as hot breath against your neck. "How good it would feel to have my cock buried so deep inside you that you can't even walk right tomorrow." He thrusts two fingers roughly into you, making you gasp and writhe against the door in need. "Or how amazing it would

Zane bites his lower lip as he feels the tightness surrounding his fingers, the wet heat of you slick and eager for more. "You're so fucking wet," he growls, thrusting deeper with a groan. His free hand slides up your stomach to tease at one of your nipples through your shirt, twisting roughly before pinching hard enough to make you cry out in pain and pleasure. "Just imagine what it would feel like to have this cock" - he thrusts harder, hitting just the right spot inside you - "to have me deep inside you... making you moan for more..."

He pushes another finger inside, stretching you even further as his other hand continues its torment of your nipple. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes in the otherwise silent room as he roughly kisses and nips at your neck, each touch driving you closer to the

With a groan, Zane finally gives into the desperate need to feel your tight warmth wrapped around his cock. He stands up, positioning himself between your legs as he yanks your pajama bottoms and underwear down over your hips, revealing your bare ass and lower lips to him. With a wicked grin, he leans forward and licks you from anus to clit before pushing roughly into your wet heat.

"Ahhh!" you cry out as he takes you with a single powerful thrust, filling you completely. His fingers dig into your hips, holding you still as he begins to pound into you, each stroke deeper than the last. Your moans echo off the walls around you as Zane takes what he wants, claiming your body as his own.

With every thrust, he drives himself further inside, relishing in the feel of your tight muscles squeezing him so tight

Zane snorts as he continues to pound into you. "Oh, am I not supposed to touch your precious virginity?" He asks mockingly, eyes blazing with lust and anger. "Too bad for you. You wanted me so badly, didn't you? Didn't think it would end up like this." His hips buck wildly as he slams deeper into your protesting body.

"But don't worry," he adds with a cruel grin, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he pounds relentlessly against you. "I'll make sure to go easy on you... tonight." His breath comes in ragged gasps, each thrust driving him closer to the edge. The feeling of your tightness and wet heat around him sends waves of pleasure coursing through his body, making it impossible for him to control himself.

"You're... so

Zane growls and thrusts harder, his hands tightening painfully on your hips as he nears his climax. "You're mine," he snarls into your ear, biting down gently on the lobe as he comes, shooting hot cum deep inside you with a hoarse cry of release. His body tenses and shudders as he empties himself fully, leaving you gasping and trembling beneath him.

For several long moments, Zane remains still within you, his breath coming raggedly as he tries to regain control. Finally, with a sneer of satisfaction, he pulls out roughly, spilling sticky seed across your bare thigh as he does so. You let out a pained cry as he pulls away, leaving you empty and aching for more.

Zane grins down at you, licking his lips suggestively. "I'll be back

Zane's laugh is cold and cruel as he picks up his discarded clothes. "I don't care." He answers simply, shrugging his shoulders before walking to the door. "It's not like you mean anything to me anyway." With one last vicious glare, he leaves the room, slamming the door behind him.

You lie there on the bed, panting and sweaty, your body aching in a million different ways. Tears sting your eyes as you realize just how much of a fool you've been. It's going to be a long night...

Zane grins in the darkness, listening to your moans and whimpers through the closed door. His hand flies to his hardening cock, giving it a few rough tugs as he imagines himself inside you once more, claiming what he considers his. The thought makes him shudder with pleasure.

He chuckles darkly, the sound echoing ominously in the quiet house. "You really are quite the little slut," he whispers softly, amusement lacing his voice. His fingers stroke faster, in sync with your moans on the other side of the door. "And to think I thought you were innocent."

Zane pushes his cock to the head, preparing to shoot another load as he listens to you get closer and closer to climax. It won't be long now... He thinks, already imagining how he'll punish you tomorrow for d

Oh? Zane's lips curl into a sneer as he pushes harder against the door, feeling himself on the edge of release. "Are you trying to tease me?" He asks dangerously, gripping his cock tightly as he pumps it faster, desperate for relief. His hips thrust forward involuntarily in time with your earlier movements, moaning in frustration at being denied.

He leans forward, pressing a hand against the door and grinds his aching length against the wood in an attempt to relieve some of the tension building inside him. "Come on," he growls hoarsely, "let it out." His other hand flies up to grip at a loose thread on his jeans as he tries not to explode from sheer need alone.

Zane's breath catches in his throat as he listens to the wet sound of the vibrator against your skin. His cock twitches at the sensation, spurt after spurt of cum shooting across his stomach and chest, splattering on the floorboards beneath him. He curses under his breath, struggling to catch his breath as he comes down from his high.

His hand trembles slightly as it trails up your leg, slipping beneath the blanket to find your bare skin. "You really are something else," he murmurs hoarsely, voice rough with lust and desire. With a wicked grin, he squeezes your thigh gently before sliding his hand lower still, fingers pressing intimately against your aching clit.

A chuckle vibrates against your skin as he replies, "Maybe." His other hand slides up beneath the covers to cup your breast roughly, squeezing hard enough to make you gasp. "But first," - his thumb and forefinger pinch at your nipple - "I think we should play a little more."

His free hand moves lower still, slipping between your legs to find the vibrator already in place. With a groan, he pushes it deeper inside you, pressing it against that spot that always drives you wild. His thumb rubs roughly against your clit as his fingers curl around where they belong, trapped by the tightness of your vice-like grip on the toy.

Zane growls in satisfaction as he feels your body tensing beneath his touch. His fingers dig deeper, finding the perfect rhythm as they rub against your clit and finger you simultaneously. The vibrations from the toy echo through you, making it impossible to ignore the building pressure in your core. "That's right," he breathes roughly against your ear. "Just let go..."

His thumb continues its relentless attack on your clit, harder and faster as his fingers curl tighter around yours, using them to keep him deep inside you as he nears the edge. A shudder runs through his body as he feels the last threads of control slipping away, signaling that he's about to explode again. And this time, there'll be no holding back...

Zane groans as he feels your body tighten further around him, his fingers digging deep to find the spot that'll send you over the edge right along with him. With a hoarse cry of release, he comes again, shooting hot cum deep inside you as his hips buck wildly against your hand.

His grip on your breast and clit slackens somewhat as the wave of pleasure passes, leaving you gasping for breath beneath him. He leans back, taking in the sight of your flushed face and sweaty body before giving you a satisfied smile. "See?" he says softly, running his fingers through your damp hair. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

His eyes drift down to where you're still holding onto the vibrator, trapped between your spread legs. A wicked glint returns to his gaze as he reaches down, intent on taking control

With a mischievous grin, Zane takes the vibrator from your grip and begins to tease your sensitive folds with it once more. "You know what I think?" he says quietly, voice husky with desire as his fingers dance over your slick flesh. "I think you're going to need me tonight."

He presses the vibrator against your entrance and leans down to nip gently at your lips before whispering hotly, "And I don't know if I can give it up that easily..." His eyes meet yours in the dim light of the room, full of heat and hunger, daring you to object.

Zane arches an eyebrow at you skeptically. "A boyfriend?" he echoes in disbelief. "You think you'd find someone better than me?" He leans down, pressing a hand against your stomach as he kisses your neck and shoulder. His fingers dance on your skin, teasing and taunting with their touch. "I can promise you, no one will ever compare to me."

His other hand slips between your legs once more, fingers finding the vibrator's switch and flicking it back on with practiced ease. He rubs circles against your clit before sliding two fingers inside you, stretching you as he begins to thrust in time with the buzzing of the toy against your sensitive skin.

Zane chuckles softly against your neck, the sound vibrating deliciously as his fingers continue to work their magic between your legs. "Oh, I'm sure about it," he murmurs with confidence. His other hand slides up your stomach, cupping your breast roughly before rolling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "You're mine, remember?"

He thrusts deeper inside you as the vibrator hits just the right spot, fingers curling tighter around where they belong. His hips rock against yours in time with his movements, grinding their erections together as he presses closer to you, pinning your arms above your head with his weight and strength. "And I plan on keeping you that way."

A sly grin spreads across Zane's face as he listens to you talk about what you want in a man. He leans down, capturing your lips with his own, tongue tangling roughly with yours as he thrusts harder inside you. With each thrust, the vibrator hits higher and deeper, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

When he pulls back to break the kiss, a harsh groan rips from his throat. His hips snap forward, pushing him even deeper as he growls out, "I can do all that and more." He flexes his fingers against your clit, eliciting another moan from you as he speeds up, fingers digging into your soft flesh with each stroke. "And I promise you... there's no one else like me."

His chuckle vibrates against your lips as he answers, "I don't know about that." With one last thrust deep inside you, he bites down gently on your lower lip before pulling out roughly. You cry out in protest, hands scrabbling for purchase as he leaves you empty and wanting more. Zane walks to the side of the bed, leaning down to grab a condom from his backpack.

"But," - he murmurs mischievously as he rolls it on roughly, "I wouldn't mind spending the night." He climbs back onto the bed, positioning himself between your legs once more, hands running up your stomach to cup your breasts before squeezing them roughly. The sight of his erection poking out from the condom has you breathing harder. "How about a deal?"

He pins one of your arms above your head with his

Zane's eyebrow arches in amusement as he listens to you refuse his offer. His hand slides down your stomach and between your legs, fingers finding the wet heat of your entrance before pressing against it, testing your readiness. "Are you sure?" He whispers softly, running a thumb along your exposed clit. "Because I think we both know this could be... interesting."

His other hand grips your wrist, pulling it roughly above your head to join the other one, effectively pinning you in place beneath him. His hips rock forward, pressing his aching length against your slick entrance in tantalizing teases that make you whimper and squirm. "Come on," he pleads with a groan, "just this once..."

Zane growls in frustration, his hips pressing forward harder against your entrance as he tries to ignore the aching need growing inside him. His fingers curl into fists at his sides, digging into the sheets as he struggles to maintain control. "Fine," he grinds out between clenched teeth, "then find yourself a boyfriend." With one last rough thrust, he pushes himself deep inside you, relieving some of the tension building up within him. But even as he begins to move against you in slow, controlled strokes, his eyes never leave your face, daring you to deny that there's something between them...

You know damn well that's exactly what I want. Zane groans as you stroke him, fingers curling tightly into the sheets as he fights to maintain control. His hips rock against yours in time with each stroke, pressing deeper inside you as his cock throbs in anticipation of release. "Then make me your boyfriend," he whispers hoarsely, voice rough and demanding. "Tell me you want me." He pushes harder, his body trembling with the effort to hold back any longer.

Zane grits his teeth as he thrusts harder against you, pushing deep inside your body with each movement. His hands clench into fists at his sides, trembling as sweat beads on his brow. "Please," he pleads hoarsely, the word falling from his lips in a ragged breath. "Tell me you want me." He pants roughly, hips moving faster now as he tries to feel your warmth envelop him completely.

With one final thrust, Zane lets out a growl of release, his body shuddering violently as he comes deep inside you, filling you with his seed. As he collapses on top of you, spent and panting, he presses his lips roughly against yours, claiming your mouth in a possessive kiss that leaves no doubt about who you belong to now.

Zane groans into your mouth as he feels his release ease within you, leaving him emptied and spent but oddly content. His arms slide around your waist, holding you tight against him as he kisses you deeply, relishing the feel of your soft skin against his own. He nuzzles his nose against yours before pulling back slightly to look into your eyes. "I knew I couldn't stay away from you," he whispers huskily. "You really are mine, aren't you?"

A low growl rumbles in his chest as you straddle him, taking his softening length in your hands and slowly beginning to stroke it up and down. He arches his back, moaning deeply at the sensation. "Oh fuck," he breathes roughly. "You're gonna kill me with that." His hips rise off the bed slightly, meeting the rhythm of your strokes as you begin to ride him again.

Zane leans forward, capturing one of your breasts in his hand as he rolls your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, eliciting a sharp gasp from deep in your chest. He nibbles at the skin above it before leaning in closer to whisper hoarsely, "Come for me." His movements grow more urgent as you begin to ride him harder, his fingers digging deeper into your flesh as he loses himself once again in the

"Fuck yes," Zane groans, eyes locked on your face as you ride him with wild abandon. His hips buck upwards in time with your strokes, his fingers digging painfully into your breast as he tries to hold onto any semblance of control. "That's it..." He grinds his teeth together, hands tightening on your hips as he feels the familiar pressure building inside him again.

His movements grow wilder, body arching off the bed in a desperate attempt to get deeper inside you as he nears his release once more. With a hoarse cry, he comes hard, his vision going white as hot seed spills from him deep into your quivering core. His grip on your hips tightens painfully as he shudders through the last throes of orgasm, panting heavily as he finally manages to catch his breath.

A satisfied smile tugs at

Zane groans, hands dropping limply to the bed as he catches his breath. "Oh fuck," he whispers hoarsely, eyes still locked on your face. A flush spreads across his cheeks at your teasing words, and for a moment he's tempted to ignore them completely. But then again...

He smirks, tilting his head slightly in amusement as he replies, "Maybe I wanted to get you pregnant." His hands slide up your stomach, cupping your breasts roughly before pulling one of your nipples between his teeth. "Or maybe I just like the thought of being with someone who can take everything I have to give." He pulls back slightly, eyes assessing your expression before leaning forward again to kiss you deeply, pouring all of his possessiveness and desire into the contact.

Zane growls against your lips as you speak, his hands tightening almost painfully around your breasts. "Believe me," he rasps hoarsely, "I will." He rolls you both over onto your sides so that he's spooned up behind you, one arm looping possessively around your waist while the other hand cups and squeezes a breast roughly. His fingers curl into your flesh as he begins to pinch and twist, causing you to arch your back in pleasure or pain - it's hard to tell which any more. "I'll show you how much I want you," he promises darkly before taking his free hand between your legs, fingers sinking into your slick folds as he begins to stroke and tease.

Zane looks up at you, his eyes burning with desire and determination as he takes the rope from your outstretched hand. "Stay like that," he rasps, wrapping the length of rope around both of your wrists before tying it off tightly. He yanks on the end of the rope to test its strength before leaning in close, whispering hoarsely against your ear, "Now I have you where I want you."

His free hand continues to stroke and tease between your legs, finding just the right rhythm as he presses up against you, his erection hot and hard behind your back. His other arm tightens around your waist, holding you firmly in place as he begins to kiss your neck, nipping at your skin with his teeth before trailing lower, down to your breast. He rolls the sensitive peak of your nipple between his fingers as he sucks on the

His teeth scrape across the sensitive bud as he cups your breast, his other hand continues to stroke and tease between your legs with expert precision. His hips rock back and forth against you, his erection rubbing teasingly against your ass with every thrust. Zane groans deep in his throat as he feels himself growing closer to the edge once again. "You feel so good," he murmurs hoarsely into your ear, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin before moving lower still, sucking on a tender spot just below your earlobe. "I can't resist you." His hand between your legs begins to move faster, fingers curling tighter as his thumb finds the spot that always sends shivers of pleasure through you. He presses deeper, harder, using his body to rock against you in time with his movements. "Fuck," he gasps, hips bucking wildly as he

The sight of your tongue poking out between parted lips only serves to push him closer to the edge. His hips thrash against you, fingers digging into your skin as he feels his control slipping away. "God, you're so fucking beautiful," he groans, capturing one of your nipples between his teeth and sucking hard, drawing it roughly into his mouth as he comes with a hoarse cry, seed spilling onto your stomach and chest in hot, thick pulses. His body goes limp on top of yours, breath sawing harshly in and out as he struggles to regain control. After what feels like an eternity, his weight finally shifts from atop you, allowing air to rush back into your lungs with a ragged gasp. He rolls onto his back beside you, panting heavily as he stares up at the ce

Zane glances over at you as you take out your phone to take pictures of your cum-filled pussy, his brow furrowing slightly in confusion. His attention snaps back up to the ceiling as he tries to compose himself, but even then it's clear that something is still bothering him. "Hey," he says hesitantly, not quite meeting your eye. "Why are you doing that?"

He rolls onto his side to face you, propping his head up on one hand as he awaits your response. The question hangs in the air between you, heavy with unspoken meaning and growing tension.

Zane's jaw clenches and he sits up abruptly, glaring down at you. "You little fuck," he growls, the harsh words leaving a trail of ice in their wake. "Did you really just say that to hurt me?" His eyes narrow, searching yours for any sign of regret or remorse, but finding none. Instead, your smug smile only seems to enrage him further.

He climbs off the bed and begins pacing back and forth across the room, hands balled into fists at his sides. "You know what?" he says after a moment, his voice dangerously low. "I think it's time we had a little talk." He turns to face you, arms crossed over his chest. "Start explaining yourself now."

Zane freezes in midstride, his face darkening further as he turns back to you. "Are you fucking kidding me?" he growls. "You're actually admitting that you think about me when I'm not around?" He shakes his head slowly from side to side, confusion and anger warring for dominance on his features. "How is that even possible? Do you have any idea what kind of things I want to do to you right now? How much better it would be if we were together all the time?"

The air between you seems to crackle with tension as he stalks closer, looming over you where you lie on the bed. "You know," he says through gritted teeth, "I thought I had this figured out. Thought that maybe having a casual thing with you would be fun. But now..." He trails off, fingers flexing at his sides as he struggles

Zane steps back again, shaking his head slowly as he takes a deep breath. "I want more," he says finally, voice rough and edged with emotion. "A lot fucking more than this." He paces back and forth across the room once more, wrestling with some invisible force inside him before turning to face you again. "Do you understand what I'm saying?"

His eyes lock onto yours, searching for any sign of understanding or agreement. This time when he speaks, his words are firm and decisive. "I want you. All of you. I don't just want to be your boyfriend, I want to be with you. Like... all the fucking time." He hesitates before continuing, voice barely a whisper now, "Is that something you could ever see yourself wanting?"