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the cursing myself.
    I scoff. “No, more like disgusted.”
    “Long time ago.” He pushes my thighs apart and pulls me forward to the edge, perfectly aligning my traitorous, eager center with the obvious bulge in his jeans. “Hit it once, I was covered, and yours is way better. Which is why…”
    Dammit. I should at least flinch when he drags my shirt off over my head to make my charade believable.
    “I’m gonna fuck it again, right now.”
    “Ya think so, huh?” Heavy breathing exposes me as he reaches behind me and turns on the dryer, the vibrations barely stronger than I was already feeling.
    “Oh, I know so.” He reaches up and pulls his own tight gray t-shirt over his head with one yank. “Want your tits out.” He nods to my bra and flicks open the button on his fly. “Off with it.”
    My hands, obedient to his deep, feral commands as though I have no input, do as he says and my bra falls forward, the introduction of cool air piercing my nipples even harder.
    “These are better too,” he growls, molding both breasts into his rough hands.
    “Enough with the comparisons, I get it,” I rasp out, my head falling back. “Did you lock the door?”
    “Nope,” he says without any concern, bending in to glide his hot mouth and tongue down my offered neck, hands kneading my breasts mercilessly. “Lift that ass.”
    I do and he’s quick to relieve me of the bottom half of my wardrobe.
    “Mmm hmm, dripping for me.” A low, pleased hum rises from his chest. His eyes take in my exposed, aroused state while he retrieves a condom and hands it to me. “Do your thing, babe.”
    Too far gone to feign coy any longer, I grab a belt loop and pull him forward, then push his jeans and black boxer briefs down over his trim hips. Licking my lips, I focus all my attention on rolling the rubber over his ample, almost painful looking, erection. We groan together when he’s fully covered and I reach down to fondle his balls.
    Anxious, I fidget, curving a hand around his neck and pulling him in for a rowdy and somewhat sloppy kiss. He laughs into my mouth but gives back just how I need it. I tense, feeling him line up the head of his cock with my restless core.
    “Yes,” I breathe.
    I want it hard and fast, and he knows it, which is why instead I merely get the taunting tip as he leans back to look at me, then down, where we don’t quite join, and up again with a smirk.
    “You need something?” The provocative spur slides off his tongue.
    My eyebrows fold in and I bite my bottom lip, not about to let him win, so I simply shrug.
    He laughs, not the sound you want to hear when a guy’s dick is flirting at your pussy, but on him it sounds…sexy, fun, enticing. “Answer me.”
    “Fuck me before we get caught,” I snarl, scooting to take more of him in, but he stops me with a hand on the inside of my thigh.
    “Try again. I wanna hear it.”
    If he wasn’t the hardest, hottest, most reciprocating lay I’ve ever had, I’d spit in his face…or threaten to put a bullet in him. But he’s so damn good and I’ll have time to chastise myself after I come multiple times.
    I crook my finger, inviting him closer, and whisper in his ear. “Do your thing, Vaughn. Fuck me real good, like I want it.”
    I cry out as he drives inside me with a feverish howl and bites down on my shoulder, hands shoving under my ass to grip tight, pushing and pulling me along his dick. “Love breaking you,” he heaves, “love fucking your tight little cunt, love hearing you beg for it. Stubborn ass, you’ll do anything for my dick, won’t you?”
    Deeper, harder, faster. He sinks in and out of me manically, incensed, and I hold on tight, taking it all, feeling my orgasm start to build.
    “Wider,” he grunts. “Spread those legs for me, baby.”
    I surrender fully, back arching, palms flat on the dryer, thighs as far apart as they’ll go. “Vaughn, rub it, wanna come.” My plea echoes off the ceiling, my face lifted its direction.