Page 60 of That's Too Pucking Bad

“Just focus on me, Rem,” he whispers, kissing me softly. “You’re squeezing me so hard baby. Your pussy is so damn tight.”

He thrusts harder now, the sound of our bodies meeting echoing in the room, and I can feel the pressure building inside me again, coiling tighter and tighter.

“Just like that,” he encourages, his eyes never leaving mine. This connection I feel with him is unbearable. He’s watching me just like I’m watching him, and it’s hot as hell.

“Zane,” I whimper, lost in the sensation as he drives deeper, stretching me beyond what I thought was possible. “I’m so close.”

“Come for me slut.I know you need it,” he commands, and with one last powerful thrust, I’m sent spiraling over the edge again, the wave crashing through me as I cry out his name.

“Remy!” he growls, and I can feel him tensing as he follows me into oblivion, the world around us fading away as we lose ourselves in the moment.

I’m breathless when we finally come down, my body still quaking from the intensity of it all.

He pulls out and I wince.

Zane pulls me close, his heartbeat steady against mine, and I can’t help but smile up at him, feeling a mix of satisfaction and disbelief.

“That was… wow,” I manage, still trying to catch my breath.

“Yeah,” he replies, a satisfied grin spreading across his face. “You okay?”

“More than okay,” I promise, leaning in for another kiss. This time, it’s soft and sweet, filled with everything that just happened between us.

He pulls back slightly, his expression shifting to something more serious. “I want more of this, you know.”

“Me too,” I admit, my heart racing with the thought of what could come next.

“Good,” he says, his voice low and filled with promise. “Because…”

“Because what?”

“Because we are definitely doing that again.”

Chapter 12

I’m curled up in bed, the sheets tangled around my legs. Zane’s tracing my body, his fingers gliding along my skin like he’s trying to memorize every inch of me. It’s both soothing and exhilarating, and I can’t help but smile as he kisses my shoulder.

“Where are your glasses?” he asks, breaking the comfortable silence.

“Left them downstairs,” I say, laughing a little. “I can’t believe I lost my virginity on my mom’s couch.”

He chuckles, his lips brushing my skin, sending a thrill through me. “And yet it was the best fuck of my life,” he replies, teasing. “So how was it?”

“It’s not what I imagined,” I admit, the words slipping out before I can catch them.

His hand stills, and he looks at me, curiosity sparkling in his eyes. “What do you mean?”

I bite my lip, gathering my thoughts. “It was perfect, but not in the way I planned. I thought it would be all romantic— roses, candles, wedding night.” I glance at him, and he’s smiling, clearly amused. “Instead, it was raw and real, just… us. And that’s better, I guess?”

He grins and leans in, planting a soft kiss on my lips. “You’re so damn cheesy,” he says with a playful eye roll, but there’s warmth in his voice.

“Hey!” I protest, giggling. “Don’t shit on my dream.”

“I’m not shitting on your dream,” he admits, then shifts to kiss my neck, and I let out a soft sigh. “Are you sore, or can we go again?”

“Again? Okay.” I nod eagerly.

He smirks, his eyes glinting with mischief. “It won’t hurt as much next time, but if it does, I can lick it better.”

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