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“Don’t start questioning yourself now, asshole. Get your dick out and use it. You know how to do that?”

“Fuck you,” he responds.

“Please do.”

He places his hand around my neck, raising my face up, but doesn’t apply any pressure. “You’re kind of a bitch, you know that?”

“Nicest thing you’ve said to me since we met.”

I don’t know what this is. Hate fucking? Angry sex? Quickie with a dickie? Whatever it is, when he pulls his cock out of his pants, my mouth waters. It’s perfect. Big, but not too big, girthyin just the right way with those angry looking veins I want to lick. Too bad this isn’t about that right now. It’s getting whatever this tension is between us gone. We just have to fuck it out of our system or we’ll go crazy.

“Condom,” he grumbles. “I don’t have one.”

“I’m on the pill, I’m not ovulating, and I was just tested three weeks ago.”

“I’m clean.”

“Then get over here with that thing and show me you know how to use it.”

After that, there’s no more verbal foreplay. Still against the wall, he lifts my legs and wraps them around his waist. He leans back far enough to grip his cock and line it up at my entrance, only pausing long enough to tell me there’s a gentleman under there somewhere.

“Are you wet enough?”

I reach down between us and run my finger through my slit, grazing the head of his penis. He shudders at the contact, his jaw clenching with his eye locked on my finger. I bring it up to his mouth, holding it a whisper’s breath away from his lips.

“You tell me.” I challenge him with a lift of my brow.

When he opens his mouth and sucks my finger in, my core clenches, throbbing with the need I have. His eyes never leave mine as he swirls his tongue around the digit, humming at the taste.

“Yeah, I’d say you’re ready.”

And with that statement, he lines up his cock and plunges it into my pussy. I grunt at the intrusion, my poor kitty having been neglected for too long, but I adjust quickly with each thrust, my wetness coating him.

“So fucking tight,” he growls like it’s offensive to him

“Better than the Grand Canyon,” I shoot back, squeezing his cock for extra effect.

“Do you ever shut up?” he asks, thrusting so deep he bottoms out.

“Are you ever not an asshole?” I moan in response.

“Touché.” He punctuates the word with a hard thrust.

I can feel the tingles of the impending orgasm start in my feet and continue up my legs. My arms are starting to burn from holding onto him so tight.

“Gonna come soon,” he warns, his control snapping.

He tilts me forward with his hands gripping my ass. His balls slap against my ass, and the base of his cock rubs against my clit with every jerky movement. I bang my head into the wall behind me, a noise I’ve never heard coming from my body as the orgasm hits me, ripping from my soul.

“Rrrggaaaddd,” is the only sound I can make. I think I was trying to say his name, or God’s name, or DaVinci’s name for all I know.

I can’t feel any part of my body, other than the one currently being impaled on Ranger’s cock. He’s still drilling me, thrusting through my orgasm. It. Just. Won’t. End.

Finally, I feel him tense up in my arms and open my eyes just in time to see his roll into the back of his head as he pulls out of me, coming on my thigh. He’s still gripping my ass, and I’m still clamped around his body, both of us struggling to find the breath needed to move.

Ranger finally comes back to himself, and slowly, with more care than I thought possible, extracts my legs from around his hips and lowers me to my feet, not letting go of me until he’s sure I can stand on my own. When I finally remove my death grip from around his neck, he stands tall while I sag against the wall. He looks down at my leg, a glint in his eye that maybe he doesn’t hate the sight. But I blink and it’s gone. The asshole is back, standing in front of me.

“I think there’s a towel in the bathroom if you want to clean up,” he says almost dismissively, not removing his gaze from my legs glistening with his release.

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