Page 61 of That's Too Pucking Bad

“Mm,” I whimper, my cheeks flushing.

“Yeah?” he asks, clearly pleased with my reaction. He rolls over me and grabs his phone from the nightstand.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“Being cheesy too,” he says as he plays “Lover” by Taylor Swift. The soft melody fills the room, wrapping around us like a warm blanket.

“I’m not your prince in shining armor,” he says, his voice low, almost serious. “But I’m happy you let me be your first.”

“Zane…” I start, feeling a strange mix of emotions stirring inside me.

He silences me with another kiss, slow and deep, and I melt into him. “I want to clarify one more thing with you, Remy.”

“Yeah? What’s that?”

“We will be doing this a lot… just so you know, so don’t think I’m letting you go easily.”

I feel a warmth blooming in my chest, both flattered and excited.

He tilts my head back, opening my mouth slightly and then his tongue flicks mine. He hums. “You ready?”

Before I can respond, he spits into my mouth, and my eyes widen in shock, but there’s a thrill coursing through me as he kisses me again, our tongues dancing together.

I gasp when we part, breathless.

Zane lifts me into his lap, and I settle against him, my legs on either side of his hips.

I start grinding against him, our bodies finding a rhythm that feels both familiar and exhilarating. “Is this okay?” I ask, biting my lip.

“More than okay,” he replies, his voice a low growl.

I can’t help but smile as I move, rubbing on his hard cock, each roll of my hips making him harder beneath me.

His hands squeeze my hips, guiding my movements. “Just imagine all the things I can do to you, Remy. We’ve only just scratched the surface.”

I lean in closer, my lips grazing his ear. “I’m ready for it.”

He chuckles darkly, the sound making my heart race. “You have no idea what you’re in for.”

I meet his gaze. “Then show me.”

He captures my mouth with his again, his kiss fierce and demanding, and I can’t get enough of him. It’s like a fire igniting inside me, and I’m ready to burn.

“Let’s take it slow this time,” he murmurs against my lips, his hands exploring my curves. “I want to remember every moment.”

“Okay,” I whisper, threading my fingers through his hair as I pull him closer.

He kisses down my neck, taking his time, and I let out soft moans as he finds a sweet spot just below my ear. I feel alive, and every touch sends waves of pleasure coursing through me. He reaches over to the nightstand and grabs another condom. Theway his muscles flex as he moves makes my heart race, a thrill of anticipation buzzing through me.

He rolls it on with that same slow, deliberate movement, and my breath hitches. “You ready?” he asks, his voice a low growl that sends shivers down my spine.

“More than ready,” I reply, biting my lip as I guide him to me. Honestly, I’m so fucking excited, it’s ridiculous.

With one smooth, slow thrust, he slides inside, and I gasp, feeling him stretch me in ways I can’t even describe. It’s different this time, more intense, and I feel every inch of him.

“Remy,” he breathes, his eyes locking onto mine, and there’s a hunger in his gaze that sends a wave of heat through me.

“Zane,” I whisper back, feeling that connection deepen as we both start to move. It’s a rhythm we find together, our bodies instinctively knowing what to do.

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