Page 55 of Break Out

“I fuckin’ say what I mean, Simone.”

“You didn’t, just because he’s your son?”

I closed my eyes and exhaled. “Yeah.”

“Is it wrong that I wanted you to punch him?”

I opened my eyes. “You wanted me to hit him?”

She nodded. “I don’t like him judging us… even if there won’t be an ‘us’ after this weekend.”

“Wrong,” I said, pulling my boots and socks off.

“What do you mean ‘wrong’?” she scoffed.

I already had my cut off and yanked my t-shirt over my head. “I mean you’re wrong about that.”

My hard-on had dissipated while Jordan was here, but Simone in that baby-doll dress, wearing no bra and a tiny thong, had me hard as a rock. I carefully dropped my jeans and underwear.

“You are so sexy,” she muttered, licking her lips.

I grabbed her legs and yanked her across the bed so she was laying down. My control was slipping, but I pulled her thong off without destroying it. I dragged my index finger through her folds. She was sopping for me.

I loved that.

“So are you, baby. Get your dress off or I’ll tear it off and I really fuckin’ like that dress.”

She smiled. “I’m glad.”

When she tossed the dress on the floor, I pinched one of her taut nipples. “But the next fuckin’ time you wear it, you will wear a bra, you hear me?”

“Yes, sir.”

I lifted her legs and surged inside her. “Do you know what you fuckin’ do to me, calling me ‘Sir’?”

“Maybe. Are you gonna show me?”

“Yeah, because it’s time to take your fucking.”

Between the lengthy make-out session earlier and my pent up anger, I fucked her hard, wild, and fast. So damned good… the best.

While we both came down from our orgasms, she traced her tongue along my collar bone. “I love how you work my body, Steel. It’s fantastic.”

I loved being buried inside her. That was even better.

Watching my fingers slide her hair off her forehead, I said, “You were wrong earlier.”

“What am I wrong about?”

I grabbed her hands, pinned them to the bed, and gave her more of my weight. “You said there wouldn’t be an us after this weekend. That’s wrong.”

Her eyes widened. “That’s not what you said last night.”

I nipped at her lower lip. “And I’ve changed my mind, woman.”

Her head tilted. “You’re fuck-drunk.”

I threw my head back and roared with laughter.

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