Pretend I'm Yours (Pretend 1)

Damn, she’s serious. And stubborn. I am too, but I’m not going to win this fight tonight.

“Fine.”

She grins. “Now put me down. You aren’t carrying me over the threshold like I’m your bride.”

I grin, because she just gave me the out I was looking for. “No.”

“You just agreed—”

“I agreed to treat you like a roommate and be an ass on occasion. Tonight, I’m going to be an ass. You don’t want me to carry you over the threshold, but I do. Get pissed at me.”

She does. The pout on her face is adorable, but it isn’t gentle. She’s pissed. And as much as I want to kiss her pout away, I won’t. She wants me to be a jerk, which means not giving her everything she wants. She’ll be begging me to be nice in a matter of days.

I carry her into my house. I don’t bother to flip on the lights. I don’t need them for what I’m about to do.

“Fine, you made your point. Now put me down.”

I walk over to my sturdy dining room table with a view out into the forest.

“Fine.”

I return her to her feet roughly, not waiting for her to gain her balance before I spin her around and shove her stomach onto the top of the table.

“What are you doing?” she asks.

“Fucking you.”

She gasps.

I growl.

She’s not going to win this war. She’s not going to fall in love with me no matter what I do. I always fuck up relationships. She might as well get over this insistence that we can’t be nice to each other and let me do what I want.

I undo my pants quickly, pushing them down as I hike up her dress. I’ve never fucked her from behind. She’s never been fucked from behind. Each new thing I try with her is her first. I love being the first to teach her new things. I jerk her panties down, tearing them to rip them off her body.

She gasps again as my hand finds her pussy, flicking my thumb across her clit. She tries to move off the table, but my hand on her back keeps her down. I kick her legs apart as my cock pushes against her entrance.

“I’m going to fuck you without a condom unless you tell me to stop,” I say.

She swallows at my words and takes a deep breath. “Fuck me.”

I slide in, in one punishing thrust.

Larkyn cries out, grasping onto the side of the table as I slam into her.

I wait for a second, letting her get used to my cock inside her. From this angle, I can get so much deeper than before.

“This is how I fuck women who mean nothing to me,” I whisper in her ear as I thrust in and out. Not touching her clit. Or building her in any way.

She bite

s her lip to keep from telling me to stop.

My hand reaches down between her legs and finds the bundle of nerves I know will set her off.

“This is how I fuck women I care about,” I say, rubbing her clit and nibbling on her ear.

“You choose.”