The next time he’s having rough sex over my bed late at night, it’s because I’m in his bed beneath him. If he wants to be loud while he fucks over me…
Fuck figuratively. He might as well be literally be fucking me over.
He doesn’t rip my sweater to shreds, but he does pull it over my head before he even bothers to ask what I want. I’m fucking grateful for that. Anyone else, the courtesy would’ve been nice…
But I don’t want him to be a nice man right now.
I want him to be every bit of the loud, dirty jackass I came up here to bitch out.
“You’re a real piece of work,” I snarl at him as he tosses my sweater across the room.
“Yeah?” he challenges me.
His fingers dart between my legs before I have a chance to think of something clever to say back at him.
“Well, you’re a mouthy fucking whore. Little slut didn’t think to put on panties before she came up here, huh?”
Despite myself, my hips buck against him. They’re not under my control anymore—they’re at his mercy.
“Fuck” is all I have to say about that.
“Christ,” he swears. “You’re fucking smooth, too. Fresh shave, kitten?”
His fingers twitch at my clit, and—god. I purr for him. I abso-fucking-lutely purr.
“Daddy likes that,” he purrs back.
Then he picks me up. One arm wrapped around my waist, one hand on my clean-shaven cunt. His fingers slip right inside me as he does it, stroking against my G-spot and making me moan. I’m already halfway to an orgasm by the time he tosses me onto the bed.
“I fucking hate you,” I spit as I spread my legs for him.
That just makes him laugh.
“Oh, honey. I bet you do.” He prowls toward me, cock in hand. “Let’s see if we can’t change that tune.”
Fletcher
She’s a good girl. I can tell.
33D. She came into my apartment looking for a fight. Instead, I’m giving her a roll in my sheets.
She tried her best. I’ll give her that.
She tried to come at me from her moral fucking high ground, but without my floor and her ceiling between us, there was no question about what she really wanted.
What we both want.
“Tell me your name, kitten.”
I move between her long, slender thighs and put my cock between her pussy lips.
“Tell me your name—then make me moan it.”
She’s soaked. She’s fucking swimming in it. But I don’t take her—not yet.
Right now, I’m all about the grind—and the way that my cock against her clit is making her hips do bad-girl things.
“Erin,” she gasps as I position my tip at her entrance.