Page 63 of That's Too Pucking Bad

Once we’re inside, I tug at his boxers, and he grins at me. I can’t help but smile back when I see he’s already half hard.

“It’s a constant when I’m around you,” he says, his eyes glinting with mischief.

“Come to bed,” I urge, and he does, climbing in next to me.

I cup his cheek, tracing my fingers over the fading bruise under his eye. “You look rough. Is that from last night?”

“Yeah,” he chuckles, his voice low and warm. “But the blue’s barely there now.”

“Still, you should take care of yourself. You should rest more. C’mon. Let’s go to sleep.”

“I have insomnia, Rem,” he replies, shrugging like it’s no big deal. “I just don’t sleep much.”

“What do you mean you don’t sleep much?”

He leans closer, playing with my nipples, and I let out a small gasp. “I just don’t. It’s not that I can’t, it’s just—”

“Maybe you’ve never been worn out enough before,” I tease, a smirk tugging at my lips.

“Oh, and are you about to change that?” he asks, rolling on top of me, and I gasp as he slides inside.

“Shit, Zane!”

He bites my neck as we start to move, and I can’t help but moan. It’s intense, but then he stops suddenly. “Hold on, I need to put on a condom.”

“I’m on birth control,” I breathe, trying to catch my breath while he fumbles with the wrapper.

He pauses. “So, we’ll be okay?”

I nod.

He forgets all about the condom and sinks back in. We find that rhythm again. “So what’s the plan? You gonna wear me out so I can sleep?”

“Maybe I just want this night to never end,” I say, pushing my hips up against him, wanting more.

He grins at me, that cocky smile that makes my insides flutter. “I can get behind that.”

He bends me on all fours, and roughly thrusts back in. I gasp as the new angle sends sparks through me. “You like that?”

“God, yes,” I moan, rocking back against him.

“Me too,” he growls, his hands gripping my hips, guiding me. “I want you to remember this.”

“I’ll remember,” I promise, the sound of our skin slapping together echoing in the room.

“Fuck, Remy,” he says, his voice strained. “You’re driving me crazy.”

“Then let me drive,” I reply, a smirk on my lips as I start bouncing on his dick.

He starts to thrust harder, deeper, and I’m lost in the rhythm, the pleasure building inside me again.

“Fuck, Rem, you’re fucking pussy,” he says, and I can hear the desperation in his voice as he touches my clit. He starts rubbing me, sending shockwaves through my body. “I need you to come for me again, Remy.”

I clench around him at his words, my body responding as if it knows what’s coming. “That’s it.”

“Yeah? Then come on, let’s do this together.”

He leans down, his mouth brushing against my ear. “I want to hear you scream my name.” He grabs my hair, causing a new sensation to pulse through me.

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