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She traces a finger down my jawline, before leaning into me again and pressing her lips to mine.

“You’d stop me?” she asks.

And then she kisses me again.

“Yes,” I breathe.

But I let her do it again, and again. Until we’re back to making out, and I’m hovering over her, and I can hardly breathe because we’re inhaling each other more than we’re getting air.

“You’re not stopping me,” she points out, breathlessly.

I take the moment to make my way down, kissing and caressing until my face is down by her hips.

“You don’t have a girlfriend.”

“You don’t know that.”

I question myself for a split second.

“You’re too mean to have a girlfriend.”

“What if she’s mean, too? You have no idea.”

“What’s her name?” I ask.

“None of your business.”

“Why do you want me down here so bad if you have someone else to take care of your needs?”

She hesitates once I’m so close to her entrance that my cool breath hits it. Her entire body tenses like someone whoin fact, has not had someone’s face this close to their privates in a long time.

This would be a terrible time to be wrong about my assumptions.

I blow air over her again, and watch her sharp inhale.

“Can you get to the point and stop–”

One swipe of my tongue against her clit has her choking on her words.

“Tell me you don’t have a girlfriend.”

“What does it even matter?” It’s the closest to whining I’ve ever heard her. “It’s not like I’d ever give you that position.”

“Good, because I don’t want it. What I do want is to be perfectly sure that there isn’t anyone out there who’d cry their eyes out over what’s happening here,” I tell her.

Her hands curl into fists.

“Ugh! No, there isn’t anyone! Can you just–”

I don’t give her the chance to say anymore, as I resume. I don’t know what comes over me, but I feel like a rabid animal. She moans when I suck her clit into my mouth, and I want her to keep doing it. I want to hear all of the possible sounds I could pull from her, so I suck harder, I lick faster. The world begins and ends with nothing but the taste of her.

Until a wave of pure stubbornness crashes over me when her hand falls on the back of my head and she begins applying pressure. I resist, pulling my face back to press against her hand.

“Are you serious?”

“Areyouserious?” I snap back.

I have no issue with being bossed around in the bedroom. I don’t mind being a little submissive, but I do mind withher. The dynamic is all wrong. I’msupposedto be punishing her, and although I clearly failed at that, it’s happening on my terms. My way.