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“Blue.”
“Fuck, okay, I accept that. I—”
“Fuck you, Jac.” She grabs me, pushes me into the chair near the door. I land on it. “Now you take a no?”
“Yes,” I say, pushing the word out. “For you.”
“Good. But…I’ve changed my mind. I’m still fucking mad. Don’t fucking move.”
I raise my hands, and I’m hard again. There’s something so fucking hot about her being a total psychopath and switching gears. It’s so fucking hot that she’s angry enough to shove me around.
She rips open my pants and hikes up her dress.
“You bitch,” I growl. “You’re wearing fucking panties?”
“Pull them to the side and shove your cock in me, Jac. Now.”
I slide my hand on her inner thigh where she’s wet and pull the sodden panties to the side like she’s just ordered. I go to slip a finger in and she grabs my wrist. “Did I say touch.”
“You didn’t say I couldn’t.”
“You can’t. You’re going to fuck me and get me off. I’ll ride your damned Jac fuck stick, and I hope it breaks.”
“I hope I ruin your cunt.”
“Good,” she snarls as I hold my erection for her. I pull her on to it so it’s just at her opening. “I look forward to it.”
“Well?”
She grabs my shoulders, leans in, and sinks those teeth into my lip again. “I said shove it in.”
I pull her all the way on, and the drag is real as I push into her wet pussy. She’s fucking heaven.
“You’re such a dick.” She begins to ride me, bouncing savagely, rolling forward.
“Fuck, fuck. You’re a whore.”
“Takes one to know one.” She comes down hard. “You think you’ve got the market cornered?”
“Jesus, MG. Ride me.”
The words stop as we stare at each other, and she bounces in those savage, undulating ways. My cock’s in her all the way, and she rolls her damn hips so I’m rubbing her G-spot and her clit is hitting my pubis. And then she comes up, only to do it over again.
Each time is harder, faster, and we’re locked on one another. She starts to lose it, her hips slamming down and rolling back and forward with me buried to the hilt in her and then I feel the contractions as she starts to come. She shakes and shudders, her hand biting me hard. Her cries echo in the empty foyer.
Her orgasm sets off mine, but we never break eye contact.
When she’s done and she stops shaking, I go to wrap around her but she just gets off me, letting her dress fall.
“More,” I say.
“No. She takes a shuddering breath. “I need…I need a night without…without more. I’m overloaded right now.”
MG turns.
“I need a drink,” she says and wanders off into the great room.
For a long moment, I try to breathe and get myself together. Because if I wasn’t sure before, I am now.
