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up at me through veiled lashes, a coy look if I’ve ever seen one. Then she set her container of lo mein down on the floor and crawled—yes fucking crawled over to me, her hips shimmying behind her like a sultry cat.
    When she reached me, her hands planted on either side of my outstretched legs, she stopped. Her face inches from mine. “I want the grand prize.”
    My eyebrows rose inquisitively. “Most women think snagging a fiancé is the grand prize,” I pointed out. “And you’ve already done that.”
    “Most women are idiots,” she argued.
    I shrugged. “Fair enough.”
    She lowered her lips half an inch, so they were directly in line with mine. “Do you think I’m an idiot?”
    I chuckled, leaning back on my hands. “Why would I think that?”
    “Because I snagged a fiancé.”
    I thought about it for a moment. “I think you’re an idiot for being here.”
    “With you?”
    “Mmm hmm.”
    She leaned in, her mouth a whisper away. “Because you’ll break my heart?” she guessed, a playful lilt to her voice.
    “Maybe you’ll break my heart,” I countered, just as light.
    “Maybe I’ll break other parts of you.”
    I ventured a glance down at her lo mein-glossed lips. God they were amazing. So pink and full and pouting, curved into just a hint of a smile.
    “From what I’ve seen, that wouldn’t surprise me.”
    She lunged forward and snagged my bottom lip with her teeth, pulling it back until my skin stretched painfully, before letting it snap back into place. I licked it with my tongue.
    “Awww…don’t be such a baby,” she teased. “I thought you were tougher than that.”
    “So did I,” I responded in all honesty.
    “Do I scare you?” she asked, her eyes dancing with mine, her breath warm and spicy against my chin.
    I shook my head. “No.”
    “Prove it.”
    I laughed. “Excuse me?”
    “Take me.”
    “Take you where?” I challenged.
    She bent her head to lick my Adam’s apple. A low moan escaped my lips. “Take me the way you want me.”
    She worked her mouth around to my ear, pulling the lobe between her teeth and sucking it hard. My body gave an involuntary shudder.
    “I bet you fuck all those other girls the way they want it, don’t you?” she asked.
    “Huh?” I managed to mumble between heavy breaths.
    Her hand scraped along the carpet, traveling up my leg, and feeling for my hard cock. I could hear the smile in her voice when she found it. “All the girls you fuck. The ones you meet in the bar. What do you do to them?”
    “Whatever they want,” I replied.
    “I don’t want you to fuck me like them.” Her hand wandered up my shorts and circled around me. She gave me a firm yank and I trembled, gasping. “I want you to fuck me the way you want.”
    “What if you don’t like it the way I like it?” I responded, my vision blurring at the touch of her hand.
    “Try me,” she whispered in my ear.
    I leapt forward, wrapping my hands around her tiny waist, and spinning her around so her back was to me. She giggled in delight as I slid her sundress up her thighs, exposing her tight, wet, throbbing pussy. I bent forward giving it a lick, sending tiny bumps down the back of her perfectly sculpted ass.  I unbuckled my shorts and pulled them down to my knees. Then I grabbed onto her hips and yanked her toward me, thrusting myself deep inside her.
    “Yes!” she screamed as I rammed into her again and again and again. “Oh God, yes. Do it harder.”
    I was happy to oblige, burying myself so deep within her I could feel my tip hit something solid. But it clearly didn’t bother her.
    I leaned over her and pulled her arms out from under her, forcing her down onto her shoulders, her cheek pressed into the carpet. She groaned in pleasure as I grabbed her ass and kept it high in the air. The angle was magnificent. I could feel all of her wrapped around me at once.
    I kept drilling into her, my balls slapping nosily against her.
    “Fuck me,” she urged me, “Fuck me,