Bree's POV
I promised never to beg for Zack’s c**k, but this isn’t begging, right?
It’s me… yunno… going to get what my cunt deserves.
“Stupid, Bree. You sound stupid.” I sigh under my breath and clutch my thighs, so tightly that it squeezes hard against my desperate p***y.
I’m blowing hot.
And watching Zack walk out of the hall makes me even more restless.
‘Follow him, god damn it!’ I urge myself, but the sight of the crowd watching us makes me retreat.
“Thank you.” I grab a glass of champagne from a worker and gulp tall of it all at a go. “Whoa.” I set the glass down and tap my feet on the hard floor.
I’m burning up, badly.
Zack is far gone but I can still see his back, flexing away without a care.
I puff out air and struggle to untwist my locked thighs. Second by second, I s
