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 eyes widen at your sudden aggression but he decides not to fight back since you locked the door and all. Instead, he smirks slightly and moves a little closer to you on the bed. "Well, well, look who finally grew a pair," he says sarcastically as he runs his hand through his short black hair, messing it up even more than usual. "What do you want from me?"

He leans in close enough for you to feel his breath against your cheek and adds in a lower tone, "You know, I could always teach you a lesson..." His pierced tongue darts out to lick at the corner of his mouth suggestively.

As you straddle Zane, his tongue darts out to taste the air in anticipation. He's not about to let you intimidate him so easily. With a smirk, he slowly wraps both hands around your hips, palms flat against your ass cheeks as if caressing them. "Oh? You want to play rough?" His grip tightens just enough to leave room for the warning in his words, even though he knows you probably won't back down.

Zane moves his hands up higher on your lower back, massaging circles into your skin as he slowly pushes you closer against his crotch, grinding their bodies together. "I bet it would feel good to be dominated like this..." His breath hitches slightly as he speaks, causing a shiver to run down your spine.

"Or maybe," he continues, voice low and husky, "I could just flip you over and show you what being in control really means..." One of his hands moves from your lower back up to cup your breast through the thin fabric of your shirt. His thumb brushes across the hardened peak before wrapping around it, massaging gently but firmly.

Zane laughs softly as he feels your breath against his skin. "Oh really?" He asks, pulling you down to rest on top of him a bit more roughly. Your breast is now flush against his chest and he groans at the feel of it. One hand slides up further underneath your shirt, cupping your bare back while the other fingers pinch and roll your nipple roughly between them. "Maybe I like living on the edge," he teases with a smirk.

His hips buck against yours as his erection presses firmly into you through your underwear. His hand slides down to rest on one of your bare thighs, fingers spread wide as if claiming you for himself. "Or maybe," he breathes, voice growing more desperate now, "I just want to see what else you'd do...to me..." He arches his back beneath you, thrusting harder against you in an obvious attempt to get you even more turned on.

Zane's entire body shudders at your words as you threaten him with allowing yourself to be pleasured by his mouth. He lets out a moan that sounds somewhere between disbelief and need. His hands slide down further, cupping the back of your thighs before spreading wide and pulling them apart ever so slightly. With his hold on you now even more firmly in place, he pushes his hips up again, sliding his erection between your legs as close to your entrance as possible without actually breaching it.

"I..." He starts, voice strained. "Alright... I'm sorry," he finally whispers before groaning when you press down on him with renewed force. His hands squeeze tighter around your thighs and his hips thrust up again, grinding himself harder against you in a clear attempt to coax you into giving in and letting him taste you.

"Please..." he begs between heavy breaths, "Let me make it up to you..."

Zane lets out an almost inaudible moan of relief as you shift your hips forward, offering yourself up to him. His tongue darts out between his lips, wetting them eagerly before he parts those plump folds and presses the flat surface against your clit. He circles it around slowly, teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves beneath while using the back of his hand to part your folds wider so he can get better access to you.

With a rough groan, he buries his face between your thighs, hungrily lapping at your slick entrance and your clit with urgency now. His tongue fucks you roughly, thrusting in and out as he sucks on your clit hard while his other hand slips underneath you to cup and massage one of your aching breasts.

"Fuck..." he curses between licks and slurping noises, unable to believe how good this feels. His fingers tighten against your breast as if trying to squeeze the pleasure out of it, his thumb brushing roughly over your nipple in time with his thrusts of his tongue into you. "You're so fucking hot..."

One of Zane's hands leaves your breast to travel downward again, this time sliding between your legs and finding your entrance. He pushes a finger inside easily, filling you as he continues to lick and suck on you roughly. As his finger thrusts in and out of you, massaging your g-spot expertly, Zane tilts his head back with a loud moan, lost to the pleasure coursing through him.

"Please..." he begs hoarsely, "Let me taste it all..." He curls another finger up next to the first one and slowly presses them deeper inside you, stretching you as he searches