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Story: Overruled

“Well, since you asked nicely…”

I rear back just to roll back inside, my mouth going slack against her skin as that familiar rush courses down my spine. Dani isn’t my first hookup, but she’s by far the best. Everything about her has me constantly seconds away from losing it—from the slick heat of her cunt to the rough spew of her words. Maybe I reallyamlosing it.

Her head lolls forward as I do it again, and I let my hand slide up her back to curl over her shoulder, holding her steady as I start to pound a steady rhythm. There’s a sharp slap of skin that rings out in my apartment with every thrust, a staccato beat that plays in time to her gasps and her low moans. I let the palm of my free hand rub over the swell of her ass, biting my lip as I give it one sharp smack that makes her tense up around me. Not enough to bruise, just enough to make her shudder.

“Bastard,” she hisses.

I do it again, my eyes nearly rolling back with the way she clenches around me. “Stop pretending you don’t like it. We both know you do.”

Not that she’ll ever admit it. The first time had been an instinctual accident, one I had expected to have her pulling off me and storming out of my apartment—so it had been a surprise when a heavy moan had fallen out of her mouth instead, her entire body shivering. I haven’t forgotten. Doubt I ever will.

“That’s it,” I rasp as I slam back inside, letting another lightcrackof my palm fall against her ass. Her pale skin turns pinkquickly, and I like knowing she might wear my handprint around for a few hours after this. “You can be a good girl when you want to be, Dani.”

“Hate you so much,” she slurs as both of my hands move to her hips to grip her tight.

“Maybe.” I can feel that familiar pressure building, feel the allover rush that tells me this won’t last much longer. “But you’re still going to come on my cock.”

I let one hand slide over her hip to press between her legs, finding that swollen bundle of nerves and circling it with a steady pressure from my fingers as I move in and out of her again and again. My head falls forward and my eyes drift closed, focusing on the way she feels, on the sounds she’s making, letting them pull me closer to the edge.

“I’m—shit, I’m—”

I let out a string of curses as I feel her trembling around me, her entire body quaking as she pushes back against my still-thrusting cock as I move faster than before to chase my own release. It hits me just as hard as it always does with her, drawing a shout from my lips as I stay flush against her ass while I pulse inside the condom. Not for the first time, my hazy thoughts wonder what she would feel like without one, not that it would ever happen.

She’s boneless beneath me as I catch my breath, but even in her languid state, I can sense her closing herself back off. I let my head drop to her shoulder just for a moment so I can savor the orgasm for a second more before she runs off, breathing out a sigh before I pull out of her with a wince.

Dani is all business as I fall back naked against my couch, and I watch her lazily as she quickly grabs for her clothing and startsto button herself back up as if she didn’t just take me on my couch while moaning my name.

Okay, so she didn’t do all of that exactly, but it’s nice to pretend.

“What,” I call as she pulls her skirt back over her thighs. “No dinner?”

She rolls her eyes. “Hardly.”

“Fine.” I make a show of letting my fingers rub across my mouth when her eyes slide over to meet mine. “I already ate anyway.”

She wrinkles her nose, and for a second I think she might laugh, but she schools her expression quickly to the more usual annoyed look she reserves for me. “We have to stop doing this.”

“Sure,” I laugh, since arguing will do no good. We both know she’ll be back.

I haven’t really let myself consider the possibility that she won’t.

“I mean it,” she stresses. “No more.”

“Of course,” I answer with a lazy grin. “Whatever you say, Dani.”

She blows out a breath as she buttons the last button of her blouse. “Asshole.”

She bends to pet Purrgood once more near the door, but I don’t get so much as a goodbye—just the soft clicking of her heels across my wood flooring before my apartment door slams shut behind her. I let my head fall back against the couch, sighing and wondering not for the first time what it is I’m doing with Danica Pierce.

•••

After a quickdinner (sans Dani, unfortunately) followed by a shower and feeding my cat, I’m more than ready to crash into bed; I always sleep better after Dani leaves, if for no other reasonthan she always seems to wear me out in the best way. So I’m annoyed when my cell phone starts to vibrate on the side table just after I’ve plugged it in to charge for the night, frowning as I reach to click on the lamp and feeling it turn into a scowl when I notice the name.

“Hello?”

“Took you long enough to answer.”

I purse my lips. “Hello, Alexander. Good to talk to you too.”