"Next time you want me to fuck you little spit fire," Zane murmurs to me. "You will ask me very nicely and when you do…"
I cry out when he suddenly hooks his hands under my ass and lifts me up. I legs instinctively wrap around his torso as hi holds my body to him while hus other hand continues to finger my dripping pussy.
"When you do little spitfire," he continues. " you will fucking say please."
He turns and stalks up to the bed and my heart lurches into my throat as he drops me, the second I land on the bed he's on me….he spreads my legs apart and practically tears my underwear wear away. Zane kneels down in front of me, seeing him on his knees alone does a lot of things to my body. He knees and drags me to the edge of the bed, and his lips closes around my pussy, the moment I have his tongue the a sigh slips out of me while Zane groans loudly and… "fuck!." He swears.
