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“My garage,” I spit, punctuating the words with a thrust of my hips. “Your apartment when I saw you in that fucking dress. When you gave me a fucking striptease at the beach.”

Sunday doesn’t need clarification; she knows exactly what I mean this time. “You did?”

“Ido.”

She swallows. “That’s probably not a good idea.”

“Probably not.”Definitelynot. But fuck, I want to so bad. “Very complicated.”

“Super complicated,” she agrees, even as her hand dips inside my boxers again. “But…”

Oh, I fuckinglovebuts.

“You want me to fuck you here, Sunday?” Dipping my head, I drag my mouth along the slope of her neck, nipping until she squirms. “Hard and fast against the door? You need me that bad?”

Sunday sinks her teeth into her bottom lip, the picture of filthy innocence as she fucking wraps her fingers around my cock and tugs. “Feels like you need me pretty badly too.”

“Always, baby.” I don’t even try to deny it, and I’m rewarded by dilated pupils and an even tighter grip. “You like that, Sunday? Knowing I need you?”

Breathing heavily, she nods. “Yes.”

“You wanna feel how much?”

“Yes.”

And who am I to deny her anything? Didn’t I say I’d give her whatever she wants? It’s borderline impossible to say no to her on a normal day; with her hand on my cock and her lips desperately pressing against mine, it’s unimaginable.

Sunday whines when I set her on her feet, but it doesn’t last long. She gasps and moans when I abruptly turn her around, bend her over, make her brace her hands against the door while she bares herself to me. Palming her ass cheeks, I kick her legs a little wider, thighs spread so I can guide my cock between them, both of us shuddering at the feel of her warm, wet cunt. “This what you want?”

She reaches one hand behind her, grasping for whatever of me she can reach and finding my forearm. “More.”

“Greedy,” I croon, pulling away only to surge forward and push inside her, just an inch. “Better?”

“Cass, I swear to fucking God.”

“What about this?” Spreading her cheeks wide, I circle her asshole with my thumb, grinning when her pussy grips me even tighter. “You want this filled too?”

“Stick anything up my ass and be prepared to take something up yours.”

“I usually top, but for you, sunshine, I’ll make an exception.”

Her rebuttal, whatever it may be, dies on her tongue, replaced by a scream she muffles by slapping a hand over her mouth as I slam home. I don’t ease her into it—I give her exactly what she wants, fuck her hard and fast, and God, she’s so fucking reactive, so responsive, sowet, all it takes is a few hard strokes before she’s arching her back and throwing herself back against me wildly, chasing the high already building.

“Next time,” I promise as I slam into her, feeding her my cock the way she so desperately wants, “I’ll get you a bed. You won’t leave it for fucking hours, Sunday, I swear. I’ll fuck you nice and slow like you deserve. But, now,” I slip my hand between her legs, finding her clit and drawing fast circles the way she likes, “We have to be quick. So I need you to hurry up and say my name while you come.”

“Cass.”

“That was quick.”

Nails dig into my forearm as she convulses and cries out, still managing to throw some vitriol my way as she falls apart. “Fuck you.”

“Next time, baby.”

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