Third Person POV.
As Zane stood tall, bare-chested, Lyra instinctively stepped back, her spine pressing into the wall. Her breath came fast, shallow. Zane's gaze slid to her and settled there, dark and steady.
"Don't worry, I'm not touching you now," he said, lips curling into something between a smirk and a threat. "Not till tonight."
Then, without a care in the world, he turned to the lady who was sucking him.
The lady moaned as Zane grabbed her hips and pulled her toward him. She spread her legs instantly, inviting him in. Zane didn’t hesitate. He positioned himself at her entrance, gripping her thighs tightly as he thrust into her in one brutal motion. Her back arched as she cried out, her nails digging into the couch.
Zane grunted, his voice low and rough. He pulled out almost a
