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Zack’s hand slid from her hips to her thighs, pushing them apart. He settled between them, the rough fabric of his wet jeans rubbing against her bare skin. “This is who I am,” he murmured, his lips trailing down her neck. “A selfish bastard who takes what he wants and right now I want you.” Anna finally breathed, ‘He was right, this was on brand with his behavior. He was being selfish and rude and pushy. But if he was someone to take what he wants, why didn’t he want her earlier?’

“If you were nicer earlier, this might have happened sooner,” Anna says sadly and adds with a mutter, “Jerk.” Zack let out a low chuckle, the sound vibrating through Anna. “Sooner? Maybe. But would it have been this good?” He didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, he captured her lips in another searing kiss, his tongue pushing into her mouth with a demanding urgency. His hands roamed her body, caressing her breasts, her stomach and her hips. “Being nice is boring,” he growled against her lips. “This is much more fun.” he shifted his weight, unbuckling his belt and pushing down his jeans and boxers in one swift motion. His thick, hard cock sprang free, pressing against her stomach. Anna gasped at the sigh of it. ‘She had seen penises before, more than seen them... But she never thought any of them were attractive. Was it because she found Zack so attractive?’ Her thoughts were interrupted by Zack’s words, “And now,” he said, positioning himself at her entrance, “I’m going to show you just how good it can be when a jerk like me takes what he wants.” 

Anna felt a small amount of panic. ‘Oh, god. I want him, so badly. I want his body against mine. I want him inside me, but I want it to mean something, anything... I don’t want to be used again...’ With this desperate thought in mind, she forced the words out of her mouth, “Tell me this isn’t just sex. That... That you feel something for me? Say one nice thing,” His voice was laced with challenge and desperation. She looked deep into his eyes and whispered, “Please?” Zack’s movements stilled, his body poised above hers. He looked into her brown eyes and for a moment the usual mask of arrogance slipped away, revealing a raw vulnerability. “You are stubborn” he finally said, his voice low and husky. “Always have been.” Anna felt a pang of disappointment. Zack then leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “Fine. One nice thing.” His hand came up to cup her face, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw. “You are beautiful when you’re angry,” he murmured. “And even more beautiful when you are looking at me like that.” Anna felt a blush crept onto her cheeks and her heart beat faster in her chest. 

Without another word, Zack thrust into Anna in one smooth motion, filling her completely. He groaned at the sensation, burying his face in the crook of her neck. “And now,” he whispered against her skin as he began to move slowly, “Let me show you how much I feel for you.” As he entered Anna, she bit her lower lip to quite a moan. She felt sweetly full as he filled her up. This was different than the times before, both physically and emotionally. He was much bigger and a little bit more rough. Before it was about feeling pretty, about boosting her own ego, but now... It felt like this interaction held more potential or something deep and meaningful. Zack let out a low growl when he saw Anna biting her lower lip. The way she was trying to hold back her pleasure only fueled his own desire. “Don’t hold back,” he commanded, his voice a husky whisper. “Let me hear you.” He increased his pace, his hips slamming into hers with a primal rhythm. Each thrust was deeper than the last, hitting that perfect spot inside her that made her toes curl. It was becoming harder and harder for her to hold back. Soft moans slipped past her lips. “That’s it,” he encouraged, his breath hot against her skin. “Moan for me.” 

His hand slid from her face to her breast, squeezing it roughly as he continued to pound into her. His other hand gripped her hip, holding her in place. “You feel so fucking good,” he groaned, his movements becoming more erratic. “So tight and wet... You were made for me.” In response to his words, Anna could feel her inner walls fluttering tighter. “My... Mmmm... My brother...ah...he will... Hear us,” she struggled to say as she struggled to keep the moans coming from her mouth low. Zack chuckled darkly, the sound low and dangerous. “Let him hear,” he whispered, his voice thick with lust. “Let him know that his precious sister is being fucked by the guy he always thought was a bad influence.” His words should have made Anna worry or panic, but instead they appealed to something inside her, something dark and dangerous. Zack leaned down, his lips brushing against hers, and he continued moving inside her. His thrusts became deeper, slower, each one designed to draw out her pleasure and make her lose control. He felt her inner muscles clench around him, and he knew she was close. “Don’t worry about your brother,” he murmured against her mouth. “Just focus on me. Focus on how good I make you feel.” Anna closed her eyes. "Ah, Zack," she moaned sweetly, then she heard her brother downstairs. She wraps her hands around Zack’s shoulders and pulls him down for a kiss, hoping to make them both more quiet. Zack groaned into the kiss as she pulled him down, his hips continuing to move in a steady rhythm. He deepened the kiss, his tongue tangling with hers as he swallowed her sweet moans. Understanding that the purpose of the kiss was to keep them quiet, Zack whispered against her lips, “Shh,” his voice a low rumble.