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I’m done with this conversation. I bend down and scoop her over my shoulder. I love how much she hates it. As she wiggles, I pull down her borrowed sweatpants and leave them behind.
“Hey! Just because you’re a giant doesn’t mean you get to throw people around!” she shouts, smacking her hands against my back when I don’t respond. “This is no way to treat a woman!” I quickly swat her ass, making her shriek.
“Did you just SPANK ME?” she cries, outraged.
“Brats get punished, sunshine.” I swat her ass again, firmer this time. She wriggles against my hold, forgetting I can see the damp spot on her panties spread. I know she’s enjoying this.
“I’ll show you a brat!” She starts pounding her ineffectual fists against anywhere she can reach as I walk into the bedroom. I drop her onto the bed, letting her bounce against the mattress. Before she can get up, I pull her flat by her ankles. She looks furious and disheveled.
I’ve never wanted to fuck her more.
I divest myself of my clothes and stare at her hungrily, splayed out on my bed in nothing but my shirt and her panties.
“You, James, are a caveman!” She sputters. She has no idea what I have in store for her. She wants me to treat this as casual? Like she’s here for my pleasure and mine alone? I can give that to her.
Grabbing her, I spread her legs, exposing her to me. The hunger in the pit of my stomach grows ravenous as I prowl up her body, settling myself between her thighs, my frame looming over hers.
“Are you saying you don’t like it?” I run my nose along the column of her throat, a low groan rumbling through me when her breath hitches.
“I—" I nibble her earlobe, cutting her off. I trace up the centre of her underwear, using just enough pressure to show I know exactly how she feels about what I’m doing.
“I don’t think you want me to stop, sunshine. Do you want me to stop?” I hook my fingers in the side of them, pulling them away to expose her swollen, sopping flesh. “Or do you want me to fuck the brat out of you?” That’s all it takes for her fight to leave her.
“Ja-ames” she whines, “Pleeeease!”
“Good little sluts take what they’re given, isn’t that right, sunshine?” I use my leverage on her legs to flip her over and pull her up to her knees.
“I swear to god, Ja-AMES!” she squeals as I push into her in one solid thrust, pressing my hips flush to her ass as her hands scrabble for purchase on the sheets, moaning into my pillow.
The gentle roll of my hips that makes the head of my cock scrape against her g-spot has her writhing. I wrap her hair around my fist and tilt her face to look at me. Her lust-blown pupils blink up my me blearily.
Fuck, she looks so pretty like this. Even better when I pick up my pace, pressing her deeper into the mattress, fully presented to me.
It doesn’t take long for either of us to come, her body twitching and writhing out her pleasure under me, dragging me over the precipice with her. She’s sweaty, and flushed, and panting by the time I’m done, finishing across her back. Her limbs have lost strength, like a newborn giraffe, and I help her clean up. I pull my sweats and shirt back on her, snuggling her up in my lap.
“Is that what you wanted, sunshine?” I ask, nuzzling her hair.
“Well, stud, I’m not going to say no, although that wasn’t quite what I was thinking,” she says, sassing me sleepily. We only stay this way for a few moments before there’s a knock at the door. We both look at each other.
“Were you expecting someone?” Stella asks.
“No… stay here.” I quickly get dressed and look out the peephole.
Of all the times for my sister to pop by unannounced, this is most definitely the worst.
Fuck my life.There’s no getting out of this. I do the quickest scan of my apartment that I’ve ever done in my life. Nothing here screams “I just fucked your best friend, she’s hiding in my room,” so I take a steadying breath and open the door.
“Nessa!” I say loudly enough to be heard in the bedroom without making Nessa think I’ve totally lost it. “What’re you doing here?”
“What a warm welcome from my big brother!” Nessa says as she skips into my apartment, shedding her coat and boots. She walks in like she owns the place and makes herself comfortable at the kitchen table, right in view of my bedroom door which is, thankfully, closed.
“Nessa…” I say, putting a fair amount of warning into my tone. It’s unlike her to drop by like this unless she needs something.
“Fiiiiine,” she whines, “I’m here because Mom called me.” That stops me in my tracks. What was she told? Does she know Stella came with me for Christmas?
“What did she say?” I ask cautiously.
“She left a message, I didn’t answer. I’m…” she pauses, looking around, “I’m scared to listen to it. You know the kinds of things she says.” I step fully into big brother mode.
