Guilty

Zane

Her mouth falls open in shock and I revel in the spark that ignites in her eyes. Juliette liked to think she was innocent but I knew she was just as depraved as I was.

"Zane..." She breathed out, glancing around. She was nervous I could see that. I brushed her hair away from her neck and pressed my lips to her neck, enjoying the rapid flutter of her pulse beneath my mouth.

"You want me to take you, trouble" I murmured. "Ruin you, pound you into a pathetic mess, turn you into my little fuck doll?"

A whimper escaped her mouth and shot straight to my groin, hardening my already aching cock. "Yes."

"You say yes so easily." I licked the hollow between her neck and lower jaw, and Juliette breathed out heavily.

She'd let me fuck her once, but it was a fleeting moment. Filled with anger and hate, if anything it was her version of a goodbye. Not this time, once I got my hands on her, she'd be filthy. Tainted. Just like everything I touched. But she'd be mine.

And I was selfish enough that I didn't care about dragging her down to hell with me, I'd do everything I could to soften the fall. But she'd still fall.

"Get on your knees," I told her. Juliette's eyes widened as she looked around, taking in our surroundings.

"We're in the middle of the locker room," She whispered.

"Marcus's fight came after mine, everyone's preoccupied. No one else has to know how dirty you are," I reassured her. Juliette bit her lip, hesitation written over her face. But her desire to please and be pleased must have the upper hand inside her because, after a beat, she sank to the floor, so beautiful it made my chest hurt and my cock throb.

I fisted her hair and tugged it back until she stared straight up at me. "If it gets to be too much, tap my thigh." I tugged her hair harder when she nodded and ordered, "Open your mouth." I slipped the head of my cock into her waiting mouth, slowly pushing deeper until I was buried down her throat.

"Fuck."

The sensation of her mouth engulfing me was so hot a shudder rippled through my entire body, and I almost finished right there. I hadn't done that since I was a teenager having sex for the first time.

Juliette blinked up at me, her eyes watering from my size and how deep I was, but she didn't tap out, so I stayed still while she adjusted. After what felt like an eternity but was in actuality a few seconds, she started licking and sucking slowly at first, but quickly building up to a rhythm that had her bobbing her head up and down with enthusiasm.

My other hand shot to the back of her head, and my abs shook from the effort not to come down her throat before I was ready. "That's it," I growled. "Suck that cock like a good little whore."

My head was pounding, I couldn't tell if it was from the beating I took or the vibrations from her moan that travelled up my spine. I started thrusting into her, faster and faster until the only sounds were that of my ragged breaths, flesh slapping against flesh, and the gurgles coming from her throat. I was so rough with her that I half-expected a tap out, but she never did.

I came in her mouth, my orgasm burned through me, wild and hot, razing any lingering doubts that stood in its way. I pulled out and looked at Juliette, "You want to spit or swallow?" I asked her.

She opened her mouth to show me she'd already swallowed, she sat back on her ankles and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. I'd witnessed or partaken in just about every filthy sex act imaginable, but that small movement might've been the hottest thing I'd ever seen.

Juliette stood up, shakily and I dragged her towards the showers. She looked up at me with those big green eyes of hers and I just smirked back, "Take your clothes off unless you want to get them wet."