Page 123 of Flipping the Script

“Yeah,” I said with a gasp, not caring that I was letting him see just how much he was affecting me. How much I loved feeling him behind me, in me.

“How about now?” He let go of one hip and reached around me to grasp my dick. “You ready to come for me?”

“Not yet.” I steeled myself as he stroked me in time with his thrusts.

Everything about the moment felt incredible, but I wasn’t about to let him win that easily.

“No?” He blanketed me with his body. The weight of him against my back only amplified the pleasure coursing through me. “How about now?” He snapped his hips, driving into me hard and fast.

“Nope.” I almost sounded normal and not at all like I was on the brink of losing it and coming all over his couch.

“Do you remember that day outside when I kissed you?” he rasped in my ear, his hot breath tickling the sensitive skin and sending tingles exploding through my body.

“Cheater.” I shivered under him. “You know my ears are my hotspot.”

“I know.” He kissed just under my lobe. “But I was talking about when we were fighting. Do you remember that?”

“Kinda hard to forget it.”

“Remember when I said this was how I’d fuck you? How I’d take you from behind and make you whimper?” He closed his mouth over my neck and sucked hard.

I tilted my head to give him better access. “I remember.”

He released my neck. “God, you look so hot with my marks. One day I want to fuck you with my handprints on your ass. See them bounce and jiggle, watch your skin turn red. Would you let me do that to you, Jess?”

“Yeah.” I didn’t care how far gone I sounded. “As long as you let me do it to you.”

“Deal.” He shifted his hips and stabbed my prostate with his cockhead.

“Fuck!” I cried out and arched back into him.

I was getting close, but I wasn’t ready for it to be over.

I wanted my prize.

Reaching behind me, I hooked my hand over the back of his neck. “Are you going to let me drive for a bit?”

“Sure, if you want.” He stopped moving. “It’s not going to help you win.”

“We’ll see.” I punched my hips forward, forcing his dick to fall out of me.

“What the?—”

Using a few of the tricks I’d learned from years of grappling with my brothers, I wrapped my other arm around his waist. The angle made my shoulder twinge as it was twisted beyond its natural stretch point, but I ignored it.

Before Bas could try to break free or question what I was doing, I threw our combined weight to the side and gave him a little shoulder check to help his momentum as I let go.

He tumbled to the couch with a surprised cry, landing on the cushions and sinking into them on his back.

Not giving him a chance to recover, I twisted around and fell on him, using my body weight to pin him down.

“Jesus Christ.” He gaped at me, his chest heaving and his eyes bright with arousal and something that looked suspiciously like awe.

“Using my government name now?” I grabbed his forearms and slid my hands down to his wrists, gripping them just tight enough he could pull free if he wanted.

He huffed out a laugh. “That was fucking hot. Coulda been a real mood killer if you miscalculated, though.”

I jammed my knee between his and forced his legs apart. “Worth the risk to get you under me.”

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