Bree’s POV
“Spread your legs for daddy…” Zack smirks. “Rosie.”
My tongue is glued to the roof of my mouth. I want to tell him off, fight for my rescue, but my slutty frame remains pressed down like some cheap toy.
And damn it! My p***y keeps beating!
The kind that feels like it’s breathing, and what’s more embarrassing is the tip of his fingers right above it.
‘God, no. Please, no…’
I’m battling to clasp my thighs and pull away. But every silly movement comes off as a slutty vibration, a desperate plea.
“Rosie,” he leans in, so close that his scruff grazes my body. With his lips right against my ear, he moans a command. “Stop fighting it.”
Oh… f**k!
My thigh is unable to hold still, it slips, open.
Tiny enough for his fingers to break further in.
And now wide enough for him t
