Zane: Taunted Words

I feel her mouth against my ear, but I feel powerless. How the hell is that right? I try to close my eyes, counting down from ten, just to keep my mind in a safe place. My body tenses as I feel her teeth scrape against my ear.

“Don’t you want to know how it would sound me screaming your name?”

I feel her hands run down my body. She’s stupid and playing a dangerous game. I go to say her name, but she continues.

“How powerful would it feel, Zane, to be the first guy to make me scream like that, to be the first guy to give me that sort of pleasure?”

Shit. Counting is no longer working. I can feel my cock pushing against her stomach. She is that fucking close.

“How would it feel, Zane, to know for your entire life that you were the first one to do it? The first guy to give me that pleasure, to know that every time I think about the first time, it’s you, here, fucking me.”

I move, spinning around with her in my arms. My body pinning hers against the wall. I lift her and she wraps her legs