LOGIN“Talk dirty to me,” he encourages gruffly between panting breaths. “Dirty?” Anna repeats breathless. “Is that what you would like? It feels amazing. Like the only thing that matters in the whole world.” She struggles to speak between breathing and moaning. Zack’s entire body goes rigid at her breathless confession, his green eyes flashing with renewed intensity. The vulnerability in her voice combined with the physical pleasure of her riding him is an
Anna moaned as Zack rubbed against her from behind. The sound of her moan– soft, breathless, and entirely unguarded– hits him like a physical weight. His jaw tightens, his teeth grinding together as he fights the urge to lose that promised control. “You sound so good,” he rasps, his voice barely a whisper against her skin. “Do that again.” He does not rush. He keeps his movements slow and deliberate, just like he promised, but the rhythm is heavy, intentional. His hands stay anchored on her hips, guiding her, keeping her steady as he maintains that agonizingly slow friction. His other hand reaches around, fingers splaying across her stomach, pulling her back against him so there is no space left between them. He can feel every vibration of her moan through his own chest.“I have got you, just breathe. I am right here.” Zack murmurs, his lips grazing her shoulder blade. “Ah, God. Zack,” Anna moaned sweetly. “I w
“Do not call me sexy,” Zack rasps, though his body betrays every word. “It is not a compliment if you are using it to tease me.” He tilts his head back, his eyes squeezed shut, jaw working as he tries to hold onto some shred of control. But then Anna moves again, and the control snaps like a frayed wire. His hands slide from her back to her hips, his thumbs pressing into the bone as he rolls his pelvis upward, meeting her rhythm with desperate, heavy pressure. A sweet moan escapes her mouth at his movement. Her hands wrap around his neck and she kisses him deeply.The sound of Anna’s moan– sweet, genuine, and entirely for him– is the final blow. Zack’s composure does not just crack; it shatters. He meets her kiss with a ferocity that is almost overwhelming, his tongue tangling with hers as he drinks her in like a man dying of thirst. His hands move from her hips to her hair, pulling her closer, as if he can absorb her entire bei
“You think I would say no?” Zack rasps, his voice dropping to a dangerous, gravelly register. His hand at Anna’s waist tightens, his fingers digging into her skin through the dress. Her pulls her closer still, his chest heaving against hers, the heat between them nearly unbearable. “Mark me,” he commands, the words barely more than a growl. “Go ahead. Let everyone know exactly who I belong to.” He tilts his head back against the headboard, exposing the long line of his throat to her, his jaw set and his breathing ragged. His green eyes never leave hers, challenging her, daring her to follow through on the promise hanging between them. She continued sucking on his neck, her hand moving down to the metal button of his jeans.Zack’s breath hitches, a sharp, jagged sound that tears through the quiet of the room. His hands fly to Anna’s waist, fingers curling into the fabric of her dress as he feels her hand move downward. &ldq
Zack’s stomach muscles ripple and tighten under her touch, his breath coming in heavy, uneven drags. He watches Anna’s hands with a focused intensity, his jaw set as he fights to maintain even a shred of composure. “Anna,” he warns, his voice cracking slightly. It is not a request to stop– it is more like a warning to herself. He reaches up, his hands finding the hem of her dress where it meets her waist. His fingers brush against the skin there, and he freezes for a heartbeat, realizing just how thin the barrier between them has become. The warmth radiating from her is intoxicating. “You are doing this on purpose,” he murmurs, his green eyes locking onto hers. “You know exactly what you are doing to me.”Zack hands slide slowly upward, his palms flat against the fabric of Anna’s dress, pulling it taut as he begins to lift the hem of her dress, his movements deliberate and heavy with intent. “I do know exactly
“We are not in some shitty motel room,” Zack starts, his voice steady but quiet. “It is not even night. It is late afternoon, maybe, and we are at this place by the coast– the one with the old wooden pier. No crowds, just the sound of the waves hitting the rocks below us.” “I do love the ocean,” Anna commented with a genuine smile. “Go on…” his green eyes soften as he watches her smile, the blue light of the TV catching the genuine warmth in her expression. His hands stay on her hips, but his touch becomes lighter, almost hesitant. “The air is cool, but the sun is still hanging low,” he continued, his voice dropping into a slow, rhythmic cadence. “There is this late café right on the edge of the sand. We are sitting at a table outside, and you are wearing that dress– not this one, a different one, something light that catches the wind.”Zack pauses, his gaze drifting to Anna&rsqu
Zack looks at her for a long time, his dark eyes searching Anna’s as if looking for a catch. A slow, reluctant nod follows. “I promise,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper. He pulls her closer, burying his face in the crook of her neck, his breath warm against her skin. “I am not good at lying, anyway. I would probably fuck it up in a week.” He exhales a long, shaky breath, his body relaxing against hers in a way he rarely allows himself to do. “You are the only person who has ever asked me for something like that,” he murmurs against her skin, his voice thick. “Maybe I like the real you,” she says suggestively and pressed an open mouth kiss to his neck. “Maybe I want you to be happy,” she murmured against his skin.A low rough sound escapes Zack’s throat– half-groan, half-breath– as Anna’s lips press against his neck. His entire body jolts slightly at the sensation, his muscles t
Zack’s fingers trace along her jawline possessively, studying her face with newfound confidence. The shy blush on her cheeks only encourages his playful side. “And here I was thinking I had to compete with some nerdy high school student. Turns out all I needed to do was stop being an
Anna walked down the hallway with a pair of grey jeans and a red jersey in her hands. At the end of the hallway was two wooden doors, the one straight ahead had a circular orange sigh mounted near the top center, with a shite silhouette of a standing female figure and beneath it is a black access
Zack recalls the conversation he and Anna had in their English class, when he compared her to a car: “Hell yes, Anna. You are the best fucking car I have ever seen. You are built for reliability. Like one of those classic American sedans– solid frame, engine that never gives out.
“Really?” Anna asks softly. “Are you trying to encourage me or discourage me?” Zack’s laugh comes out rougher this time, laced with genuine amusement at her directness. His competitive nature enjoys the verbal sparring match immensely. “Both,” he answers







