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It’s been almost an hour—since I heard her yelling and slamming the door—before I hear any movement upstairs. But I hear her creeping down the stairs. I know she's hoping I’ve gone to bed for the night, but no… I’m waiting.

I had planned to sit my stubborn ass downstairs watching TV all night until she finally came down. Her dinner is still sitting on the counter, waiting for her, and I’m sure it’s cold by now.

The look on her face when she sees me sitting on the couch tells me she’s anything but happy to see me right now.

I don’t know if I should push her buttons any further, but I can’t help the way the corner of my lips turns up into a smirk when she glances my way.

Her glare tells me she hates me, but I call out to her regardless.

“Your dinner is on the counter. I got your favorite rice bowl with extra guac on the side, just how you like it.” I’m baiting her, begging for a response.

Her sharp eyes cut to me, and she huffs in response.

I love how easily I affect her .

Her juicy ass has extra sway tonight as she steps to the kitchen. Somehow, her shorts are even shorter than usual. She won't thank me for dinner tonight. I don’t expect her to, though. I did her dirty earlier.

I watch her walk directly past the counter and straight to the pantry door.

Is she really not going to eat the dinner I bought for her?

I sit patiently, watching her step into the pantry and hear her rummage around. Then, a familiar sound hits my ears. She's trying to fuck with me.

She walks out carrying a box of my Sno-Caps. She went right to the hiding spot where I keep them. Her blonde curls reach her mid-back as she throws her head back and dumps them into her mouth.

I swallow my laugh, swiping my hand over my lips, trying to hide the smile that only she can bring to my face.

Her narrowed eyes meet mine when she finally glances my way, keeping her head high while she chews the sweet chocolate.

I childishly hid the Sno-Caps one day out of spite—I know they are her favorite.

But honestly, I don’t give a fuck what she eats in this house; I just think it’s funny as hell that she thinks she's messing with me.

Although that changes quickly when she starts moaning.

The sound of her voice has my dick standing ready for action.

I swipe a pillow off the couch and cover myself.

Motherfucker, she knows exactly how to fuck with my head.

I scrub a rough hand across my hair and glance in her direction.

She’s not facing me, but I get the best view of her ass, and the thought crosses my mind to bend her over the counter and punish her.

But she’s pissed, and I know she won’t give in to me so easily.

I’ll let her cool down—she hates me right now.

She snatches her food off the counter and heads for the stairs, finally speaking.

“Oh, and if you were wondering, I had the most amazing orgasm earlier, all thanks to those hotties at your office.” Blood rushes to my ears.

“Was it Blake’s or Trey's face I saw when I came?” She taps her lips with her free hand before she laughs wickedly, then carries her dinner upstairs.

I know she's fucking with me. I deserve it.

Was she really just fucking with my head, or was she being serious? Hmm… now she's got me spiraling.

I will fire those motherfuckers if they ever touch her.

This girl drives me wild.

Thoughts of Ellie taunt me—her breathless moans, her sweet ass pressing against me, begging to be fucked .

I can’t sleep. I’ve been lying here, tossing and turning, and I’m tempted to go wake her up and make her ride my dick until I’m the only face she sees when she comes—the only name she screams.

She won't, though. She’s too stubborn to give in that easily. And now, I’m left with my dick rock-fucking-hard and aching from earlier.

I reach down and squeeze myself through my boxers, groaning at the pressure. I’m leaking, desperately needing to come. It won't take much.

I shove the sheets down and push my boxers lower, my breathing erratic as my swollen cock springs free. My chest tightens. I’m so fucking worked up over this girl. I’m on edge, and I haven't even gotten started yet.

I look down at my dick, feeling sorry for myself at how swollen and purple the tip is.

Motherfucker, this is all my fault.

I had her right where I wanted her earlier and fucked everything up. Now I’m paying for it… tenfold.

Wrapping my fingers around the shaft, I squeeze just enough, hissing at the contact.

What I wouldn’t give for Ellie to be here right now with her warm mouth and soft hands wrapped around me. Hell, even just the sound of her voice teases me.

Instead, I have nothing but my own rough hand and the memory of how good her tight pussy feels .

I grip my thick length, stroking it slow and firm, imagining the way she felt wrapped around me—tight, warm, and so fucking wet.

My jaw clenches as I picture her beneath me, her tiny whimpers, the way her body clung to mine, so desperate, so damn needy. I pump my hand, stroking my swollen length to the thought of her pussy and the way it dripped all over my cock that night.

Fuck.

I need her so fucking badly.

I squeeze the swollen head while I watch myself throb in my grip. I need to bury myself deep inside her and ruin her for anyone else. My grip tightens, my strokes rougher, faster I watch a pearl of precum taunting me, wishing I could ram it inside her sweet cunt right now.

I think about the way she falls apart for me, how her body succumbs to my touch like she was made just for me. The way her sweet lips part and her breath hitches just before she comes. She wrecks me.

Knowing she's just down the hall, knowing she might hear my pants and sounds of pleasure, has me stroking even harder.

Sweat beads across my forehead, along my chest. My abs tighten, and my heart pounds inside my chest. I grit my teeth. I’m about to blow my fucking load to thoughts of my favorite Peach.

Heat surges through me—Fuck !

A groan rips from my throat as my body freezes, release hitting me so hard, and I blow like a fucking rocket. Thick ropes of hot cum cover my stomach and chest… hitting the goddamn headboard.

I lay there, wrecked, trying to catch my breath. But my dick still twitches in my hand, because no matter how hard I come, nothing will ever satisfy me the way she does.