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The man was a pain in the ass but damn he could kiss.

His hands slid down my body and grabbed my ass.

Slowly, he broke the kiss. “You asked me earlier, what I liked in a woman. It’s this…”

A soft whimper tore loose from my lips as he roughly palmed my ass cheeks in his hands.

“Zane,” I whispered feeling overwhelmed.

“I’m not one for beating around the bush, Emmy. You knew what I wanted the second you came to my club that night. And I think…”

“No,” I whispered, my eyes closed.

“Look at me, Emerald,” his commanding voice had me alert and doing as he’d asked.

He took a breath. “Fucking you has been high on my list. And I usually get what I want. But I’m not the type to make a woman do anything she doesn’t want to do.”

A pause passed between us again, as his hands continued to knead the flesh of my ass in his hands. His dick was so hard I knew it was aching to break free.

“So, here’s your chance, Stank. You can run away right now. But if you stay…I’m going to have you every single way that I want…”

Zane’s eyes never wavered. I, however, looked towards the exit. It would be so easy to get on my phone and call someone to come and get me. This man had made my life hell over fifteenyears ago. And now here my crazy ass was ready to have him working my body over till I couldn’t walk straight.

I had lost my mind.

I had stopped thinking.

My body started to ache in ways I hated even acknowledging and I pulled him down into a kiss that was so fiery I thought our clothes may catch on fire. It was a desperate kiss but it was without hesitation.

His hands began to roam all over me and I found my shirt being pulled up.

It landed over my shoulder somewhere with a soft thump hitting the oak finished floors.

Zane leaned back down for another kiss, and this one was even more fervent, and I could feel his dick pressing against my bare stomach.

“You sure Stank,” he asked, breaking the kiss and beginning to undo his jeans.

The second his dick sprang free, my eyes followed, my mouth watered immediately and I nodded.

There was no more hesitation left in me. I wanted this. Hell, my body was craving it.

Whatever he had in mind, I was game.

A look that I could only describe as predatory descended upon Zane’s face. “I can’t wait to taste you, Emmy.”

He took me by the hand and gently led me to his bedroom and I let him guide me onto his bed.

He pushed me back and eased my black tights and lacy black panties down. Next, he fiddled with my bra, exposing my plump breast. My nipples hardened immediately in the cool air.

He eased back onto his knees grabbing at his dick that he began to rub up and down, a bead of per-cum at the head already. He hissed the moment I spread my legs apart.

“Emmy, I swear all those years ago…”

I shook my head. “Let’s not, make me use common sense right now.”

Zane grinned and before I knew it, he was pulling me to him and hooking my legs over his shoulders. I found myself feeling thankful that I'd shaved both my legs and cootie-cat recently.

A gasp escaped from me as he dipped down and tasted me. His tongue darted out slowly and in between the folds of my pussy before he began to kiss my clit, lightly sucking.

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