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It doesn't take long until my orgasm rebuilds, and it pains me to stop. Actually, physically pains me.
I pull my hand away, my face twisting slightly as my body throbs painfully in response.
"There," I say. "Now, truth or dare?"
Zayn pretends to think for a second, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "I'll say…. truth."
My jaw twitches and I take a deep breathe as I calm myself as best as possible.
"Fine. How badly do you want to fuck me?" I ask harshly.
He grins at my question, leaning forward again. "Oh… very much so. I've thought about your sweet little pussy more times than you could realize. I wanted to push you over the chair in the fitting room and shove my cock so far into you, that my little brother becomes nothing more than a tainted unpleasant memory."
My breath hitches as he speaks, my legs still awkwardly open and showing him how much I very clearly also want him right now.
Zayn tilts his head, his eyes narrowing every so slightly. "Truth or dare, Rylee?"
I swallow hard. "Dare."
His eyes flash at me as he recognizes the shift in our power struggle. "I dare you to take out my cock and stroke it with those pretty little hands of yours."
Wordlessly, I slip off the end of the chaise, Zayn moving back to make room for me on the dusty floor. Immediately my knees are covered with it, but I couldn't give a rat's ass. My hands reach for his jeans as he leans back on his hands, making it easier for me.
I unbutton them and slide the zipper down, and he lifts his hips at the same time I pull the waistband down slightly. His cock springs out and I look at him in surprise.
"Commando?" I ask.
Zayn grins at me smugly. "Of course, little sis. I like to be comfortable… at all times."
I grip his cock, making him hiss. I smirk in response, stroking him.
I'm pleased to discover that size is, in fact, hereditary and Zayn's ego matches the package.
I run my thumb over the head of his cock, smearing the droplets that have appeared. He's watching me through hooded eyes, his cock jerking from my movements.
I stare closely at his face, waiting for him to break. And when I see his eyes flutter close and his head tilt back, I release him suddenly.
Zayn breaks out in a laugh, still in the same position.
"Touche, little sis."
Slowly, he brings his head forward to look at me. I raise an eyebrow at him.
"Truth or dare, Zayn. And let's be honest… you're going to pick dare. It's time to up the stakes."
Chapter thirteen
Zaynchuckleslow."Dare,it is."
I smirk at him, ready to take my win. We both know it. I've got him cornered and I'm ready to pounce.
Ring. Ring.
Both of our heads simultaneously turn towards my shorts on the floor, the sound of my ringtone buzzing from them.
"You've got to be kidding me…" I murmur, reaching for my phone.
I pull the phone out of my shorts pocket, looking at the screen. It's Phoebe.
