Bree’s POV
“Three seconds to tell me why you're here, Rosie…” Zack’s groans, his lips graze a spot on my neck, teasing my filthy mind. “Or I’ll make you my slut.”
I mop and let my brain spiral in confusion.
Nothing registers except his sweet touches that roam the tenderness of my body. He crawls down, slowly, giving me the option to flee, yet tempting me so hard that I melt against him.
“One.”
His fingers grab the hem of my dress, silently warning me.
Oh, god!
I shut my eyes, but the first thing that comes to mind is his c**k poking my ass, and the bump that crawls along my skin.
“Two, Rosie.” His fingers slide beneath my dress!
“Uhhh…” I moan against my will.
Fuck!!!
I can feel my cunt breathing, feel it throb with need. Dirty stinky need.
Again, my body betrays me and a
