Page 135 of Insatiable

“Suit yourself,” I reply and close my eyes.

It takes her a few huffs, an attempt to lie on the sofa, a scroll on her phone, before she gives in and pulls the duvet aside to climb in.

I smirk. “Knew you couldn’t resist me.”

She slaps my chest. “I hate you.”

I roll onto my side and yank her back to my chest, so we’re in the same position we woke up in. Yet, this time, I’m awake and sober. “I hate you too.”

But I love how fucking much our bodies respond to each other.

“You’re getting hard,” she says, pointing out the obvious. “Stop it.”

I laugh – a real, genuine laugh I haven’t let out in so long. “I can’t help it.”

My brain restarts when she giggles. Fuck me, I’ve missed that sound.

“Turn around,” I demand.

She gasps and tenses her shoulders as I skim my teeth across her skin. “Why?”

“So I can look at you.”

“You’ve seen me a billion times,” she replies, turning around to face me. “Plus, that’s kind of creep—”

“Don’t finish that sentence, Freckles,” I warn, grabbing her ass and slamming her into my front.

“Or what?” she teases, hiking her knee so it rests on my hip. Her top rides up, my hand on her bare ass. She looks between us, my dick solid against her.

What the fuck did she expect?

“Wow. You’rereallyhard.”

I smirk, her heat radiating against me. “And you’re really wet.”

She shakes her head. “Nope.”

I narrow my eyes, and she yelps as I roll her onto her back, grabbing her wrists with one hand and forcing them above her head. I shove my hand into her panties, groaning deeply when I feel how soaked she is. My fingers tease her clit, then I spread her folds with my pointer and ring fingers, and sink the middle one deep.

“Little liar.”

She whimpers when I pull my hand away, eyes widening as I press my middle finger to her mouth.

“Open.”

Her lips part, and I slide my finger against her tongue, letting Stacey taste herself. “You still taste like mine, Freckles.”

She rocks against my cock, and I tense.

“Keep doing that and I might fuck you.”

“If I let you.”

My hand pushes her wrists further into the bed, and I hear the hitch in her breathing. “Will you let me?”

Stacey, being a little cock tease, rubs herself against me again instead of replying. I groan, snatching her throat with my free hand. I know she loves this side of me – dominating, angry yet full of desire and lust. The rage between us mixes with the need to fuck each other’s brains out.

The crown of my dick is pressing against her entrance, but our underwear is in the way. I’ve never hated material so much in my life.

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