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He drops me onto the bed and stands over me, looking down at me as if I’m a sex goddess.

Beautiful. I ten out of ten recommend my own view: his erection tents his stupid workout shorts.

His dick is thick and long and totally on board with our hate-fuck plan.

I yank my sweatpants off. My panties, too, because I’m not dressed for seduction.

Ozzy watches me like I’m his favorite YouTube channel, and not a mediocre hookup he picked out on an app and is now second-guessing.

“You should tell me to go home.” I’m naked now, but the words burst out of me, angry and honest. My bad ideas are apparently contagious. We can do this just once, right? Hate-fuck each other out of our systems. It sounds like a plan to me.

“For sure I should. But then you’d be all alone, Panda. You’d miss me.”

Why am I the only one naked? “Don’t call me that.”

The corner of his mouth crooks up. “But you’re my little bear, cuddly and full of claws.”

“No more talking,” I order. I’m naked. This is… Unease rears its awkward head. What if he doesn’t like nerdy, pale, curvy engineers? What if…?

I don’t need to risk his rejection. But I also don’t want to go home. I’ve crossed the boning bridge and I’m not leaving unless he tells me to. I reach for him, irritated, and tug his shorts down.

Oh my God. He is so up for this.

“Still in?” He fists his monster dick, showing it some love. It kicks in his hand.

“I may need a picture. Your dick is one of the Seven Wonders of the World.”

He laughs. “All my cameras are downstairs.”

Then he’s reaching for me, and I’m sliding across his sheets—blue-and-white ticking, something that belongs in a beach cottage and far nicer than my synthetic ones—and he’s positioning me on the edge of the bed.

His hands push my thighs wide, easing them apart to make room for his oversize self. “Yes?”

“How about right now, hurry up, and of course?” I narrow my eyes.

“Yes.” He kisses along my thigh. “As you wish.” More kisses. Higher. “Yes.” This kiss is the highest of them all. “I like the begging.”

I’m too close to the brink of an amazing orgasm to complain. Much. “Think of it as an order.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He kisses closer but not close enough. I fist his hair, twist my fingers in the lush strands. I want him to put his dirty mouth on me. And his hands. Definitely his dick.

We still hate each other.

But I love this.

“Such a good girl. You deserve a reward.”

“I do.” He eases my legs farther apart, and then he gives me my reward.

His mouth closes over me, kissing and nipping, licking up and down my wet pussy. “Are we good? This is okay?”

He’s still asking, not telling. He won’t actually go where he’s not wanted. We both know that if I told him to go away, to stop, he would.

I hook my feet behind his back again. “Please.”

“The magic word.” He drops a kiss on my forehead. What the ever-living fuck… But then he’s rolling on a condom. Things are moving in the best direction.

“Just this once.” I’m reminding myself. “We can’t do this again. I just need to get you out of my system.”

He gives me a look. “It’s dick, not an engagement ring.”

One hundred percent agree. Thumbs-up. They don’t sell this at Tiffany’s, although that’s a missed opportunity in my opinion.

“Feel free to not propose,” I growl.

He rocks me against his dick, taking his sweet time.

Tomorrow will be awkward because I’ll have firsthand knowledge of my neighbor’s O-face.

The scent of his skin. That the length of his dick has been underestimated by his legions of online fans.

He’s a superstar and popular. People voluntarily hang out with him.

I am none of those things, but right now he’s mine.

I’ll just walk away like I have from every other hookup.

I don’t have relationship skills, anyway.

This could never be more than a one-time thing.

“Bored?” He groans against my mouth, pushing in, taking more of me.

When I mumble something, the bastard laughs. He’s so beautiful.

And evil. He rearranges me, big hands gripping my hips. He slowly pushes inside, his thumb circling my clit. The reason for his fan club is clear. Someone somewhere must be able to resist him, but I am not that woman.

Still, I make a token effort to regain control. “Can we hurry up? I have a schedule to keep.”

The bastard laughs. “Is there a sex checkbox? Am I on your list? I think I need some reassurance. Compliments. Tell me something nice.”

“Are you for real?”

He’s laughing as he sinks deeper. “Does this feel real to you?”

It’s just sex, but it feels…

It feels…

He fills me up, his hands guiding me into a rhythm we both like. I stretch to take him. “Slow or fast?”

I push up, taking him deep. He makes a guttural sound. I whisper against his ear. “I pick fast.”

His fingers grip my hips, pulling me down, pushing me up. He’s working me over and over on his dick. I like sex and it’s been a while, but he lights me up without even trying. There’s nothing casual about this, so we’ll bone each other quickly and pass out from the orgasm.

“One time.” I am manifesting this. “To get it out of our systems.”

His hand slides between us, finding my clit. “Ask me.”

I counter. “ You ask. Start with ‘Thank you, Pandora. You’re amazing.’”

He pulls back, grinning at me. He’s so pleased with himself.

I’m sure he hears nothing but positive feedback.

Five-star reviews. A Best of 2025 banner.

I’ll hate myself for this tomorrow. Which is perfect.

We’ll fuck, get it out of our systems, and move on.

In opposite directions. My hookups have never come back.

“You’re rude.” He sounds amazed.

“Stick around. I’m just getting started.” I squeeze his ass. Then I clench around the tip of him. Hello, please come on in. “Are we doing this or not?”

“So impatient,” he marvels.

I roll my eyes. “Kiss me or shut up.”

“Panda.” His voice breaks. He groans something as he pushes deep inside me. A curse, praise. His social security number. I don’t care because he’s right there and I’m chasing the electric sensation.

I hold on tight, legs wrapped around his lean hips, heels digging into his back.

Another thrust. He’s driving me up the bed, the headboard slamming into the wall.

It’s delicious. It’ll leave marks. He picks up the pace, pounding into me, deliciously rough, his arms braced on either side of my head.

Our foreheads touch. His eyes are closed.

I’m watching him come and then I’m tightening around him, gripping him tightly, riding his dick as I come.

You’re amazing, Panda. So good. Oh God, I’m—

Me, too.

Me, too.