Page 52 of Reconciling With the Rival

And then, I smack her arse—hard. And I swear, I hear her moan into her bed.

“You’re telling me one thing, but your pussy says another. How badly is it aching to be filled by the person you hate the most right now? Tell me the truth, Ella, or your arse is getting smacked even harder.”

She squirms underneath me, her thighs rubbing together tells me all I need to know.

“It won’t mean anything if we do, Ella. It’s just sex, just like it was last time we slipped up.”

She laughs. “Is that what we’re calling it now? A slip up?”

“Seems fitting, doesn't it?”

“Whatever.”

“Oh, so you don’t want me to take care of your needy fucking pussy? You don’t want me to fuck you how I know you liked to be fucked?”

She turns her head to look at me, her gaze tormented, as if she can’t figure out what’s worse: having sex with me or not.

At least if she has sex, she’ll get an orgasm.

“It’s me or your vibrator, darling.”

“Why do you want to fuck me, Leo? Can’t you go find someone else?”

No, apparently, I can’t. “Because you piss me off and my dick is hard. And since we both had a shit day, we could use something good, like an orgasm.”

She doesn't say a word as I stare at her from where she lies on her bed.

“Take it or fucking leave it, Williams.”

I see the moment she gives in. Her eyes narrow at me, and she turns her head back around. “If you try and kiss me again, I’ll bite your lip off. We’re fucking, and that’s it.”

“God, I liked you so much better when you couldn't talk back,” I say as I shove her head into her bed. “Now, sit there and take my dick like the bad girl you are.”

I unzip my pants, my underwear coming off with them as I toss them aside. My dick is hard and ready, practically throbbing. It hasn't felt anything but my fist the past few months.

“Condom, Leo. I don't want you anywhere near me without one on.”

“I’m not a fucking idiot, Ella.”

“I didn't say you were—”

“On second thought, maybe your mouth should be full,” I say as I grab her legs and drag her to the edge of the bed. She sits up, and her face is perfectly in line with my cock. “Suck.”

“I would rather die—”

I grab her chin and lift it up. “Suck my fucking cock, darling.”

“Are you sure you want me to? I could bite it off.” My dick jerks in front of her. “Seriously?”

“Ella, you better start listening—” Before I can finish my sentence, her mouth is around my dick, and she starts to suck.

Holy fuck.

Her mouth is warm, wet, and takes my cock so well. What she can’t fit in her mouth, she uses her hand to jerk as she sucks, and I swear, I could come right down her throat. It has been way too long since I’ve had someone else do this for me, and it feels way too damn good, even if itisElla making me feel like this.

She might be the biggest pain in my fucking backside, but she sucks cock like a fucking champ. Good to know her mouth is useful for something other than giving me attitude.

She releases my dick with a pop and then looks up at me with that signature Ella pissed off face.

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