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A fucking little brat with a pussy made for me to fuck.
She whimpers as I relentlessly thrust into her body. Her spine hitting the wall as I listen for anyone strolling through my kitchen looking for us.
And even then, I still don’t think I’d stop.
My little vanilla, I like to get fucked harder is going to learn exactly how it is to be owned by a man and take it exactly how I like it.
“Hudson,” she utters, sounding nervous or unsure. “You’re gonna drop me.”
“That should be the least of your worries,” I reply, my voice strained as I look up at her. “Pull those perfect tits out for me. I want to see them bounce while I fuck you.”
Hesitantly, she lifts her white tee, displaying a matching red bra and, geezus Christ, is this what she wears every day? She was just painting my fucking house.
Her purple-painted fingernails tug down the provocative material and my cock hardens even more than it is now as the ivory globes that I’ve been fantasying about since I met her come out to play.
They jolt with each thrust. Her nipples pebbled and needed to be sucked on, but I’m on limited time. And this isn’t lovemaking or taking her virginity but proving a point.
Also, it’s giving her something to dream about at night because I am a giving guy, after all. I handed her over a job in the pouring rain, I pretended to be her fake boyfriend so her mom would get off her back, and now I’m giving her my dick.
This girl can’t say I never gave her anything.
Liv squeezes her tits together with the inside of her arms, meeting my eyes and giving notice to her rosy cheeks. “Do you like big tits, Goliath? Or fucking short, little females against the nearest hard surface like an animal?”
“Both,” I deadpan because there’s nothing that could make this night better. I’ve watched this little piece of a woman walk around my tattoo parlor for months now, ignoring her because she reeked of trouble.
Plus, I was busy.
I didn’t have time to flirt and stand by the front desk to ask her questions. I was the boss, the person that kept us in business, and she was a distraction.
A beautiful and sinful distraction.
“You feel so good,” she moans. “God, your dick is filling me up?—”
“Be quiet,” I clip out, trying to keep my focus on how amazing she feels and if anyone is about to walk in the house.
“Why, you afraid Tracy is gonna find you having your way with me?”
My brows knit. “You’re really lookin’ to get it, aren’t you?”
Liv smiles at me—sweet, sassy, and fucking troublesome. “I thought I already was.”
I step closer, delving to the hilt as I place her knees on my hips. “Hold on to me.”
She wraps her thighs tighter around my waist as I use my free hands for better use. Using one to enclose over her throat, I angle forward, meeting those blue eyes with purpose before she moans.
“I said shut up.” I put more pressure along the sensitive area and her lips part, looking for that air supply. “You wanted me, didn’t you?”
“I still do.”
My lips elevate of their own accord. A cocky and self-assured part of me slithering its way forward. I begin rocking back and forth, filling her slowly as she squirms for more. My thumb grazes the softness of her chin, keeping it lifted upward so she stays focused on me.
“Such a needy little thing, aren’t you, baby?”
“I am the youngest,” she croaks out.
“I meant your pussy.” My free hand skims down her flat torso and toward her wet folds, stopping just before her clit. “Just taking me like a fucking champ.”
Liv arches her back, but I compress her further into the drywall to keep from gaining anything I’m not giving her willingly.
