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“I guess we have that in common,” I reply. “I’ve never met a worse human being in my life.”

“Good then,” she says, nodding vigorously. “I think that’s the first time we’ve ever agreed on anything.”

“And I’m sure it will be the last.”

“But I’ll never have to look at your ugly face again, so it will definitely be the last.”

“You are the rudest and biggest pain in the ass I’ve ever met. Not to mention, you’re totally blind and oblivious to the most obvious things,” I tell her.

She makes a face and mocks me by repeating what I just said in a high pitched voice.

“You know what I’m going to do?” She jumps out of the chair and runs to the refrigerator. She pulls out a can of whipped cream. She then opens the freezer and smiles at what’s inside. “I’m going to fix myself the biggest bowl of ice cream as soon as you leave. So, you might want to hurry up.” She points towards the door and motions for me to leave. I reach for another slice of pizza and take my time eating it.

When she walks by my chair, I grab her wrist and pull her onto my lap.

“Oh!” she exclaims. She tries to get up, but I wrap my arm around her waist and keep her in place.

“I thought you had something else in mind for that whipped cream,” I whisper. “I’m kind of disappointed that you want to use it on ice cream and not on something else.” I press her closer into my body. She stills, and I know she feels how much I want her. I leave my lips pressed on the warm spot right behind her ear.

When she doesn’t reply, I say, “You know what else I think?” I say so close to her ear that she shudders. She bites her bottom lip before she turns around to look at me.

“You think? That must be a one time of year event.” She rolls her eyes and tries to scoot, but she’s no match for me. I tighten my arm around her waist and push her further into my chest.

“Since this will be the last time we will share the same space, we should make it count.” She makes a noise at the back of her throat. I put her earlobe between my teeth and suck it into my mouth.

She wiggles on my lap and moves even closer to me.

“Hmm,” she says. “And by make it count, you mean what exactly? Use the whipped cream on your incredibly hard body?”

“I want you to put it on the hardest part of my body.” She inhales before I add, “And then I want you to lick it clean.”

“Do you, now, Mr. Bradford? That’s a pretty big order,” she says. I don’t miss the fact that she’s breathless.

“Mmhmm. It’s incredibly big. That’s part of your problem, you know.”

“And which particular problem might that be?”

“You haven’t had a proper fucking in a long time. Probably never. Maybe a good fuck will make you less unappealing, both in personality and demeanor.”

She puts a finger to her chin and pretends to think. When she takes her bottom lip between her teeth, my body reacts automatically. I shift in the chair, thrust my hips forward, and she moans softly.

“Oh,” she says. “You’ll still be incredibly unattractive, but maybe you’ll be less of an asshole. And I doubt it’s as big as you’re claiming.”

“Mmhmm. Definitely. And there’s only one way to find out.” I stand up abruptly and plant her in front of the table. I place a hand on her back and force her to bend over. She whimpers when I run my fingertips up her thigh. I can feel her heat as I inch closer to her panties. Before I slide my fingers inside, I can feel the dampness through the fabric.

“That’s exactly what you need. A dick so far up your pussy you won’t be able to think straight, let alone open that smart, pouty mouth of yours.” She hisses when I cup her pussy over her panties. I lean down and kiss her ear. “Maybe I’ll have to put it in your mouth first. Shut you up for once in your life.”

“It’s gonna take a lot to shut me up. I don’t think you have enough.” I spin her around, pin her to the table and rub my cock on her. Her eyes widen when she feels exactly how much I have. I grab both breasts and squeeze them in my hand. She winces and bites that bottom lip again. She throws back her head and lets out a moan so soft, so erotic.

“Mmhmm,” she moans. She opens her mouth to talk, but I lean down and cover her mouth with mine. This kiss is a continuation of the one we had in her parents’ kitchen. The one I’ve been thinking about since it happened. It’s brutal, and I know it will leave her lips swollen and bruised. But she kisses me back just as forcefully, sticking both hands in my hair and moaning wantonly into my mouth.

I lift her up and she wraps both legs around me. Her little black dress rides up, revealing silky red panties underneath. I kiss her again, devouring her mouth with mine. She kisses me back just as greedily. When she moans in my mouth, I pin her to the wall and deepen the kiss.

“Where’s your bedroom,” I say against her mouth. She says something, but it comes out muffled. I rub my hard cock on her panties, and the muffled sound of my name comes out of her mouth. Before I come in my pants in the middle of her kitchen, I decide it’s time to find her bed. I eventually find her bedroom. I don’t know what I expected, but this room fits her perfectly.

It has a large bed in the middle of the room with a white, lacy canopy. The space is immaculate, other than a chair in the corner holding a few dresses. I abruptly end the kiss and throw her on the bed. She crawls to me and reaches for my shirt, but I toss her hands aside and reach for her dress, lift it above her head and toss it across the room.

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