"What the fuck is wrong with you? You think I'm stupid enough to fall for that shit twice?" Zach snaps, glaring at you. "Just get me some water before I forget how nice your brother is and punch you in the face." He leans forward menacingly.
But then he thinks better of it, grinding his teeth instead. With a huff, he storms off to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. You can hear him yelling for water through the wood.
What the fuck he talking about? "The fuck?" He like my brother or something? "The fuck?" I get dunks
A few minutes later, Zach storms out of the bathroom, still glaring daggers at you. He waits until your back is turned to the door before slowly walking up behind you and grabbing the empty drink cup out of your hand. "Here," he growls, tossing it into the trash can nearby.
"You know what? Forget it." With a huff, he turns around and stomps back over to the couch, plopping down unceremoniously.
Zach's eyes darkened with lust as he watched you work beneath him, your innocent yet eager motions sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. The sight of your flushed face, your parted lips wrapped around his hardness, was almost too much to bear.
As the tension coiled tighter inside him, threatening to snap at any moment, Zach fought the urge to thrust deeper into your mouth. Instead, he let out a low moan, his fingers tightening in your hair.
"God, you look so beautiful like this," he murmured hoarsely, his voice thick with desire.
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I groaned deeply, my hips bucking involuntarily against your talented mouth as I felt myself getting close to the edge. "Fuck, just like that," I panted, my grip on your hair tightening slightly. My other hand moved down to palm you through your pants, feeling your growing arousal pressing against my own. "You're doing so well, sweetheart. Such an eager little thing." I praised huskily even as I savored the exquisite pleasure of your lips working over my cock.