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) Hey! Don't be like that. You know you want to do it. Just open up and let me in. You know I won't stop till I get what I want.

Zane grabs you by your hair and pulls you closer to him. His lips meet yours in a hungry kiss before he bites down on your bottom lip. Pushing you onto the bed, Zane starts to unbutton his shirt, revealing toned muscles and piercings. He grinds against you, enjoying how wet you already are just from his touch. "That's it baby," he growls into your ear, "you're mine now." His hand forcefully undoes your pants, yanking them off in one swift movement.

With a single thrust, Zane enters you, making you gasp in pleasure. He begins to roughly fuck you, slapping your ass cheeks with every powerful stroke. "Let me hear you scream," he demands, taking one of your nipples between his teeth and tugging hard. Your hips buck against him, seeking out more contact as sensations overwhelm you.

Zane groans loudly, feeling overwhelmed by the sensations you're giving him. He starts pounding into you even harder now, his hips slapping against your ass with each thrust. "Fuck yeah," he growls in your ear, taking one of your nipples between his teeth and sucking hard while continuing to fuck you roughly. He pulls back slightly before pushing back inside, hips snapping forward as he releases a harsh grunt.

His thrusts become even more powerful now, the bed creaking beneath him as he pounds into your soaked pussy over and over again. Zane doesn't care about being gentle or slow anymore; all he wants is to claim you completely and make sure everyone knows that Samantha belongs to him.

Zane pulls his lips away slightly, smirking down at you as he watches the hate and desire warring in your eyes. "I love you, babe," he whispers huskily before kissing you again, his tongue wrestling roughly with yours. With one final thrust, he comes inside you, his body shuddering as he cums hard. Zane collapses on top of you, panting heavily as he tries to catch his breath.

"That was so fucking hot," he whispers in your ear, nuzzling against it. "But you know what would be even hotter?" You look at him quizzically, and with a wicked grin he continues, "If I could have my way with you every night instead of just once in a while."

With a dark chuckle, Zane grinds his hips against your now sore pussy. "Too late," he whispers. "I'm already there." He leans down to kiss you once more before pulling out of you and moving up your body to rest on his elbows. His erection is still hard, leaking pre-cum onto his stomach. "Now," he says with a devilish glint in his eye, "I want you to suck me off."

Zane growls in annoyance. "Fine," he snaps, then rolls off the bed and stands up, yanking a condom from his wallet and rolling it onto his hard length. "Maybe I was wrong about you." He turns to walk out of the room, but before he can leave entirely, he pauses in the doorway. "And by the way," he says over his shoulder with a smirk, "you're still my slut, whether we do this or not."

With that parting shot, Zane exits your room and heads back to your brother's room, muttering under his breath about how much of a pain you are. You're left lying there, feeling guilty and used.

Zane looks at you incredulously. "I'm not going anywhere?" He asks with disbelief lacing his tone. "Well, I guess you can make me stay." His grin returns as he stands close to you, trapping you against the wall. "But only if you promise to be a good girl for me tonight."

His hand moves to cup your breast through your shirt, thumb brushing roughly over your hardened nipple. "Do we have a deal?" Zane asks, his voice low and husky.

Zane laughs darkly. "Oh, I see how it is." He pinches your nipple hard through the fabric of your shirt before undoing the buttons and revealing your breast to his eager touch. His hand cups your naked flesh, massaging gently as he leans in to kiss you roughly on the mouth. "Tonight," he says against your lips, "you belong to me."

Pushing away from the wall, Zane guides you to lie down on your bed. He climbs on top of you, his hips settling between your legs as he lines himself up with your entrance. With a single thrust, he buries himself inside you once more, moaning at the pleasure of being reunited with your body. "That's it," he groans, starting to move his hips in a rough rhythm that mirrors your own desire for him. "Let me feel every inch of you."

Zane growls with pleasure as he feels you tighten around him. He pumps harder, slamming into you with a desperation that matches your own desire. "Fuck," he mutters, sweat dripping down his forehead and onto your chest. "You feel so good." His free hand grips the back of your neck, holding you still as he takes what he wants from you. "And don't forget it... I can take this away just as easily as I gave it to you."

The reminder only seems to fuel his lust further; he thrusts harder and faster, teeth clenched in determination. His hips slap against your ass with each powerful stroke, leaving bright red marks on your flesh. "I want all of you," he grunts, "and I'm going to have it." His movements become erratic as his release approaches, fingers digging into your skin and muscles tense with effort.

With a final, powerful thrust, Zane cums inside you again, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm. He collapses on top of you, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. "Still mine," he whispers hoarsely into your ear before finally pulling out and rolling off to the side.

Zane gives you a mock glare as he wraps his arms around your waist. "Oh, am I bothering you?" He teases with a sneaky grin before pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "Don't worry," he whispers, voice soothing now. "You know where you belong." As if to remind you further, his hard length presses against your ass cheek.

Laying there together in silence for a moment, Zane's breath gradually evens out and he starts to become still beneath you once more. But despite the calm exterior he projects, it's clear that deep down inside... he still can't get enough of you.

Zane chuckles softly before planting another kiss on your forehead. "Okay, okay," he whispers with a hint of mock reluctance. "If you're sure..." He pulls away slightly and rolls onto his back, taking you with him so that you end up lying beside him, spooned against his warmth.

With a sigh, he looks at the ceiling for a moment before finally speaking up again. "So, what do you want to watch on TV?" He asks casually, trying to distract himself and dull the ache of wanting more from you. But even as he tries to pretend indifference, his hand sneaks down between your legs, beginning to stroke slowly...

Hmm... Fine. You win this round. Zane lies back with his hands behind his head, looking up at the ceiling again as he listens to you choose a show. His erection twitches faintly under his skin when your hand slips between his legs, beginning to stroke him slowly and gently through his boxers. The touch sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through his body, making it difficult for him not to moan out loud. He keeps his expression neutral though, not wanting you to know how much this simple touch affects him.

Samantha's touch feels so good; he can hardly believe that she's the one giving it to him. It would be so easy for her to stop... but somehow he knows that she won't. Not anytime soon, at least. The realization only serves to intensify his desire for her, making it nearly impossible for him to concentrate on anything else.

Zane looks over at you with a mischievous grin. "Sorry, couldn't help it." His voice is low and raspy, betraying his desire. He closes his eyes again, trying to focus on the show but unable to keep his thoughts off of how good your touch feels. With a sigh, he gives up and lets out a soft moan when you begin stroking him faster and harder through his boxers. "God... that feels so good..." He whispers hoarsely, arching his back slightly as the pleasure washes over him.

Zane nods silently and bites his lower lip, trying to contain the moans as you stroke him faster. His hips lift off the bed slightly in time with your movements, seeking out more contact with your hand. "Sorry..." he whispers between clenched teeth. "You're just... so good at that."

"Hmm..." Zane replies noncommittally as he closes his eyes and focuses on the sensation of your hand stroking him through his boxers. His chest rises and falls rapidly with each shallow breath, struggling to control himself as the pleasure grows more intense. He wonders how long it will be before he gives in and takes matters into his own hands, but he knows that surrendering this much control would only make the experience sweeter for him.

Zane whines in protest, trying to keep his eyes open and look at the TV while also wanting to concentrate on how good it feels. "Please...?" He whispers pleadingly, reaching down between your legs with one hand to stroke himself through your boxers. With a hitch of breath, he continues to move his fingers in rhythm with your movements from earlier. His other hand grips the sheets tightly, knuckles turning white as he tries not to come just yet.

The pleasure is so intense that it's almost unbearable; every touch from you sends shockwaves of desire coursing through his body. He wonders what would happen if he were to push you down onto the bed and claim your mouth in a hungry, demanding kiss... whether it would be enough to make him lose control completely. The thought makes his cock twitch violently against his palm.

Zane's breath hitches as you whisper those words. It's true; he is needy where you're concerned. But even as his body begs for release, some part of him revels in the control you have over him. He sighs deeply, nodding slightly as he listens to your show on TV but mostly focusing on the feel of your hand back between his legs. "Yeah... I guess I am..." His fingers stroke faster and harder against himself, moaning softly into the crook of his elbow as he nears the edge.

"Suck me," he murmurs hoarsely, voice barely above a whisper. He tilts his hips upwards slightly, offering you easier access to his now very hard and eager cock. "Please..."

Zane grins and nods slowly. "Oh, I see what you're doing." He teases, but there's no mistaking the intensity of desire in his eyes when he looks at you. With a sharp intake of breath, he pulls his hand away from his aching cock and cups your face instead, gently turning it towards him. "But I bet you can't resist..." His lips move closer to yours, his breath hot against your skin. "Just one little taste?" He asks softly, his voice thick with desire.

Despite herself, Samantha finds her resolve crumbling under the weight of Zane's gaze and the feel of his fingers on her skin. Her lips part slightly as she tilts her head upwards to meet him halfway. "Fine..." she whispers, relenting at last.

Their kiss is hot and hungry, a desperate exchange of mouths and tongues. Zane's other hand moves between them again, sliding smoothly down your leg before curling around the back of your knee, pressing it upwards to spread you wider for his access. With practiced movements, he guides his hard length towards your wet heat, groaning deeply as he feels you finally accepting him inside once more.

His hips surge forward in a single powerful thrust that takes them both by surprise. He growls deep in his chest as their bodies collide, pleasure radiating outward from the center of his being. "Fuck," he moans, leaning down to nibble and suckle at your neck before moving back up to claim your lips again.