Page 129 of That's Too Pucking Bad

“Zane,” I breathe, my voice shaky. I need him so fucking bad. I’ve been fantasizing about this and roleplaying it over and over. I thought he’d never touch me again. I plead, “Please...”

He doesn’t make me beg. His fingers slip inside me, his thumb pressing against my clit as he works me, his movements skilled and confident. I can’t think, can’t focus on anything but the way he’s making me feel, the way he’s unraveling me with every touch.

“You like that?” he asks, his voice husky. “You like the way I make you come apart?”

I nod, my breath hitching as he speeds up, his fingers curling just right. I’m so close, teetering on the edge, and then—

He pulls back.

“Zane,” I gasp, frustrated, but he just smirks, his lips brushing against mine.

“Patience, baby,” he murmurs, reaching down to push his pants off. “I’ve got you.”

Then his warm mouth is on me. “Jesus, Rem. You taste so fucking good, you know that?” His tongue slides up and down, inserting me, and then sucking my clit. I cry out in moans, watching him, grabbing his head of hair.

And then he’s there, pressing his dick into me, slow and deliberate. I gasp, clutching at his shoulders as he fills me, the sensation overwhelming. He stills for a moment, his forehead resting against mine, his breath ragged.

“You’re the one good thing in my life,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper. “The only thing that makes sense.”

I don’t know what to say to that, so I just pull him closer, kissing him deeply as he starts to move. His thrusts are slow at first, measured, but it doesn’t take long for him to pick up the pace, his movements growing more urgent.

“God, you feel so fucking good,” he groans, his thumb finding my clit again. “So perfect. All mine.”

I can’t hold back the noises spilling from my lips, the way my body responds to him, the way he’s driving me closer and closer to the edge. And when I finally fall, it’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced, my body shattering around him as he follows, his movements erratic and desperate.

He comes with me, filling me whole with his come. He stays inside of me, leaning down to kiss me.

“I want to stay inside of you,” he says, pulsing his dick.

I take a deep breath as I nod. “Okay.”

He rolls to the side, pressing into me. “I want to stay like this forever, Remy.”

We lie there with his dick inside of me, his chest pressed against back, and his arms wrapped around me. And this is the most perfect moment I’ve ever lived in. Neither of us says anything, but we don’t need to. This is enough.

I wake up to the sound of soft whimpers. At first, I think I’m dreaming, but then I hear it again— low, broken noises that don’t belong in the stillness of my room. My eyes adjust to the faint glow from the streetlight outside, and I see Zane. He’s curled up on his side, his back to me, his shoulders shaking.

“Zane?” I whisper, sitting up. He doesn’t respond.

I scoot closer, placing a hand on his arm. He jerks away like I’ve burned him, and that’s when I hear it. He’s crying. Full-on, gut-wrenching sobs that make my chest tighten. I’ve never seen him like this, not even close.

“Hey,” I say softly, reaching for him again. This time, he doesn’t pull away. Instead, he rolls onto his back, his face a mess of tears and pain. “It’s okay. It’s okay. I’m here.”

He shakes his head, wiping at his face like he’s ashamed. “I’m fine,” he mumbles, but it’s a lie, and we both know it.

“You’re not,” I say firmly, leaning over him. “Zane, you’re crying in your sleep. That’s not fine. What’s going on?”

For a moment, I think he’s going to shut me out, but then he sits up, running his hands through his hair. He’s shaking, his breath uneven.

“It’s just...” He pauses, his voice cracking. “It’s my dad. The shit he’s done. The shit he’s made me do.”

I freeze, my heart sinking. I’ve always known Zane’s home life was messed up, but he’s never talked about it. Not like this.

“What do you mean?” I ask cautiously, not wanting to push too hard.

He looks at me, his eyes bloodshot and raw. “You don’t want to know,” he says, his voice bitter. “Trust me.”

“Try me,” I counter, crossing my legs beneath me. “Zane, you can’t just drop that and expect me to ignore it. What did he make you do?”

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