Page 89 of Fractured Fear

My boobs are once again right in his face.

Oh well. Girl’s gotta go what a girl’s gotta do.

Straddling him, I shift my weight and begin lowering my leg to the ground.

Zane must finally feel all the movement around him because his eyes snap open. Panic clouds his gaze, but then he focuses on what’s in front of him and he smiles.

“You didn’t need to go to such extreme measures to seduce me, Angel.”

Mortified, heat rises in my cheeks. “This isn’t what it looks like.”

“Oh?” he asks with a raised brow. Without waiting for further explanation, he grips my hips, snapping them down to meet his and dragging my pussy over his hard cock. I bite my lip to prevent any sounds from escaping, but my efforts are unsuccessful as a small moan slips free.

Zane raises his head to meet my neck and inhales then licks a line up to my ear where he places an open mouth kiss. “I could wake up like this every day.”

All the air leaves my lungs at his confession and the need his actions are stirring in me. He continues to move my hips, so my pussy rubs up and down his length. I throw my head back and let out a needy groan.

“That’s it. Use me, Spencer. Come all over my cock.”

Zane releases my hips and I realize I’m moving my hips all on my own. I want this. My body wants this.

He glides his hands up my stomach bringing my shirt up with them to reach my breasts. He cups them and pinches my hard nipples. The sizzling feeling in my core builds and builds waiting to explode free.

“Mierda. I’ll never say no to this sight in the morning,” Rio says in a groggy voice.

I squeak and attempt to pull away at the same time Zane reaches for me to keep me in place. I dodge his hands, but lose my balance in the process and end up sprawled on the floor twisted in the blanket.

Rio and Zane poke their heads over the side of the bed and spot me in a slightly compromising position. The blanket is tangled around my legs, and my shirt is still somehow above my boobs. Rio’s eyes go wide and his mouth gapes open. Zane’s stare has the same heat as before.

They scramble off the bed in a race to get to me, and I shove my shirt down making myself decent.

Each holding out a hand to me, they wait for me to take their offer. Instead, I pull the blanket over my head. “I’ll just stay under here until y’all leave. Thanks.”

My ears are met with snicking. Curious, I bring the blanket down a few inches and see Rio swiping at his eyes while Zane covers his mouth.

“Y’all are mean,” I say with mock anger.

“I’m sorry, Mama. You’re just so cute.”

“Cute?” I ask, affronted.

“Very cute,” Rio answers.

I narrow my eyes. “No woman wants to be called cute by the guy she…” I say trailing off.

“The guy she what?” Rio pushes.

I shake my head violently refusing to answer. He leans down grabbing my arms and stands me up easily.

“The guy she dates? The guy she wants? The guy she wishes she’d just give in to and fuck?” Rio inquires, still seeking the answer I’m reluctant to give.

I bite my lower lip, holding in my reply as if it would slip free without my consent.

Rio’s focus zeroes in on my lip. He brings his mouth to mine, stealing my air. But instead of kissing me, he uses his teeth to release my lip.

“If anyone gets to bite your lip, Mama, it’s me.”

If I thought my panties were wet before, they’re drenched now. I jump back only to collide with another body. Zane’s body.

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