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"You've got some fucking ner—"

The words fall away when he pulls out that magnificent cock of his.

Does it really matter that he was rude the other night? The sex was out-of-this-world good.

"You've got some nerve," he argues as he rolls the latex down his length. "Shaking that ass of yours in my kitchen. Ass up, Riley."

I know there will come a time later when I'm home and aching from the echo of him inside of me, when I'll be able to work through my regrets, but I don't have the power to speak them now.

Instead, I do his bidding, turning over onto my hands and knees at the edge of his bed and pointing my ass at him.

The groan that erupts from deep in his chest sends a wave of chills up my spine, my body fully on board with what's about to happen.

Chapter 10

Mac

My mouth is literally watering at the sight of her arousal dampening the silky pink panties she's wearing.

Seeing her on my doorstep was all that it took for my cock to stand up and take notice.

Thankfully, she pulled that attitude of hers and stormed right past me. If she had bothered to look down, she would've seen exactly what her body does to mine. I swear the woman is a witch and has somehow hexed me.

Then the sultry vixen had the nerve to shake her ass, dancing to the music playing in her earbuds while simultaneously making my house smell like fucking heaven with whatever she was cooking. It made me want to eat and eat her, but I know there's not enough time for both. And there's no fucking chance she's leaving tonight before I make her come on my cock.

I gnaw on my bottom lip as I pull her panties to the side, my eyes drinking in the sight of her pussy. She's slick and ready, glistening with need.

"I fucking swear," I growl as I sweep my thumb through her arousal.

She whimpers, pushing back against my hand, and I know she wants this as much as I do.

Incapable of waiting for another second, I line myself up at her entrance, gripping her hips before pressing forward.

Our sounds of pleasure mingle, hers a little higher in tone compared to my low rumble.

She feels fucking amazing, the grip of her down my entire length exactly what I've been missing nearly every waking second since the last time she was here.

"Riley," I pant in warning when I grip her hips to keep her from rocking back and forth down my cock.

The threat of leaving her unsatisfied is a low ache in my balls.

"Give me a minute, baby," I whisper as I hold her in place.

"Mac," she whines, her tone needy and desperate.

"Touch that perfect cunt of yours, baby," I growl, giving into the demand in my body to pull back and shove forward over and over.

In order for her to use her hand to strum at her clit, she ends up with her head turned, face pressed to the mattress, and I swear it changes the angle just enough that the next time I press into her, I see fucking stars.

This isn't going to last. I knew it was going to be quick, but my memories of her don't do the actual feeling any sort of justice. I've never been in a position where I couldn't control my body until her.

"Mac," she hisses just as her core clamps down on me.

"Thank fuck," I grunt, slamming into her a handful of times before I erupt.

Bells and whistles go off in my head as if a fucking fireworks show is taking over my body and my cock pulses deep inside of her.

The flash of wishing I wasn't wearing a condom hits me like a ton of bricks.

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