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zayne when his naughty girl comes without permission…

✶⋆.˚content: edging, orgasm denial, orgasming w/o permission, overstimulation, extremely light pussyslapping⋆.˚✶

✶⋆.˚ i just got an urge, enjoy! ⋆.˚✶

Zayne has your back pressed to his chest, his face nuzzled in the space between your shoulder and neck. Your thighs are spread nice and wide for both of his hands.

One hand plunges two fingers into your warmth with ease. Each stroke isn’t slow, but not fast either—just deep, steady motions that earn wet gushes and soft mewls from your mouth. In time, his other hand finds your sensitive bundle of nerves, circling the swollen bud with precise, delicate motions.

The rules are simple.

Don’t come.

“You’ve been naughty,” Zayne murmurs, his fingers crooking in a come-hither motion that makes your walls flutter helplessly around his digits. “Haven’t you?”

You nod, breathless, hoping that admitting to your earlier teasing behavior might earn you mercy.

Instead, his lips curl into a smirk against your skin.

“And what do naughty girls not get to do?” His voice is a soft whisper at your ear before he presses a kiss to the sensitive skin just below it.

You shudder as his movements don’t halt. The pressure bubbles, threatening to boil over. Your pussy squeezes tightly around his fingers, trying desperately to hold it back.

“T-They don’t—nnngh—get to come...”

Zayne’s fingers pump faster, slick and sticky with your need.

“Mmm… That’s right, my love,” he murmurs, the sweetness of his tone mocking the intensity of his touch. “So why are you squeezing me so tightly?”

Your head falls back against his shoulder as your thighs tremble. Soft, breathy moans slip from your lips as you struggle to hold on.

“B-Because m’so close!”

You whimper as the circling on your clit suddenly stops—only to be replaced with a gentle slap. Your entire body jolts at the contact, but Zayne tightens his hold on you.

“Don’t,” he warns quietly as fingers resume their gentle coaxing. “Don’t come.”

Your eyes squeeze shut as you attempt to think of anything else—but you can’t. All you feel is Zayne. His fingers inside you, his lips at your shoulder, his cock pressing hard against your back.

Before you know it, your thighs clamp shut around his hands, moans tearing from your throat as the orgasm you’d been denied crashes through you. You shudder with the intensity, panting as you soak his fingers with your sweet release.

Your eyes snap open, a blotchy flush spreading across your cheeks. Zayne’s motions haven’t stopped, only slowed. You can feel the tension thats radiates off him.

“M’sorry!” You stammer, forcing your legs to relax. “I couldn’t help it… I tried to hold it, Zaynie, I really—haah!“

Zayne’s two fingers slam into your sopping pussy again and again, before he withdrawals and adds a third.

“You just can’t behave today, can you?” He presses a kiss to your temple. “It’s alright. You want to come? You’ll come.”

His thumb and forefinger pinch your overstimulated clit gently. “You’ll come. And you’ll keep coming until I say.”

You twitch and squirm as his fingers find rhythm again, but this time, every stoke, each pass against your sensitive skin is electrifying. Still trembling from your first orgasm, the thought of another—of more—feels overwhelming.

“Mmgh—! Can’t—!”

You try to close your legs, but Zayne immediately nips at your shoulder.

“Hold yourself open for me, sweetheart.”

You hesitate, hands trembling, body twitching. You want to obey—you should obey after what just happened—but you cant find the strength as he continues to play with your pussy.

“Ah—ah.” Zayne shakes his head, unmistakably amused. “That’s not what I asked.”

You whine under your breath, caught between a hazy line of defiance and obedience.

“Good girls listen,” he adds quietly, curling his fingers against that spongey spot inside of you.

With a shaky moan, your hands slide beneath your thighs, pulling them apart. Your pussy glistens as you hold yourself open.

Zayne exhales low against your neck in approval. “Good.”

The sensation builds again, faster this time, tingling your senses and making your vision blur as tears prick at the corners of your eyes.

“You’re shaking,” he coos, rubbing helplessly at your puffy folds. “Go ahead. Come. You wanted to so badly, so give me another.”

You cling to him arm, fingers curling tight enough to leave tiny marks in his skin. Zayne doesn’t mind, humming as he works you right back to the edge.

When it finally crests, it hits harder, far more intense than the first. Pleasure steals the sound from your throat as your pitch forward with a broken gasp, dripping all over the sheets.

He doesn’t let you collapse for long. Instead, he guides your forward, firm hands directing your pliant body down onto the mattress, lifting your hips until you arch. You’re still trembling when you hear him unzip his pants.

Then the tip of his cock smacks against your entrance.

“My sweet girl got one more in her, yeah?”

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