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“Fuck me from behind. I’m ready for you,” I demanded.

For the fucking life of me, I couldn’t understand why this one-night stand felt so different from any other I’d had.

But those little moments, the looks, and the kisses on my body, the slowness of it all needed to stop right now. I wanted him to fuck me hard and send me on my way so whatever this weird feeling was could fade away by the morning.

Hunter slid my thong to the side and swiped his head over my slit, only to realize just how wet I was for him.

“Fuck, Andi.”

With every swipe over the slick heat between my legs, he ramped up the teasing more and more. When I could feel the tip of him lined up perfectly with me, I caught him off guard, shooting my hips back.

“Christ!” he grunted, gripping my hips and holding me into place.

“Be a good boy and listen to me, Hunter.” I looked over my shoulder just briefly enough to make eye contact with him. And in all seriousness, I ordered, “I need you to fuck me. Give it to me without holding back. You got it?”

“I’m afraid I won’t last if I do that.”

Little did he know, with how his cock filled me up, he’d have no trouble hitting me in exactly the right spot. I’d be right there with him.

“Hold on as long as you can. I want to feel you lose control.”

Before I could rip my gaze away, his eyes narrowed, and his chest puffed as if he was amping himself up.

“Grab the top of the chair, Andi.”

God, the confidence was almost as hot as when he was timid. I couldn’t figure out which side of him turned me on more.

The moment I grabbed the chair, his fingers dug into my hips just a little deeper.

With his first thrust into me, now I was the one caught off guard. I didn’t expect it to feel this damn good. My back arched as he continued to dive into me thrust after thrust.

“Yes, Hunter,” I moaned with each echoing slap of his skin against mine.

With one hand remaining on my hip, he fed the other up my spine, hooking onto my shoulder. His firm grip and strong pulses from his hips only proved he was hell bent on obeying what I said I wanted. Even if it meant him finishing quicker than he’d like.

I had two rules. Those rules were meant to protect my heart. But the nagging feeling dug into the thumping organ in my chest. Breaking those rules would set this night on fire in two ways—fireworks one minute and ashes the next. And I couldn’t ignore that breaking those rules would always have the same outcome—I’d crumble either way.

I wondered what his face looked like as he lost control. I wanted to see how being inside of me had him completely unraveled. But I knew if I stole a glance, if I dared to look into his golden eyes, I would be all too tempted in my vulnerable state to keep this thing between us going.

“I told you I wasn’t going to last.” Hunter grumbled through gritted teeth. “Tell me where you want me to come, Andi,” he begged on what seemed like his last breath.

The least I could do was give him a parting gift. Something to remember me by. Something to add to his spank bank before letting him down easy when I inevitably had to tell him that this wouldn’t be happening again.

Pulling away from him, I turned around, pushing my tits together.

“Right here, Hotshot.” The way I held my breasts together took him by complete surprise, pulling his eyes open wide like a deer in headlights. “Jack yourself and finish,” I played with my piercings, “right here.”

Ripping off the condom, his fist moved over his cock, and it only took a few strokes before he was marking me with ropes of his cum.

“Fuck, Andi.” My name fell from his lips as he started to come down from his orgasm. “Jesus, that was hot as hell,” he panted.

“You looked good doing it.” I smirked, but it didn’t quite reach my eyes when I remembered that once I cleaned up, this would all be over. “I assume the bathroom is over there?” I pointed to the other side of his bedroom.

“Wait…” He stopped me from standing up. “Did you finish?”

“Of course, I did. Kind of hard not to with that,” I lied, looking down at his softening cock, “hitting me where I needed it to over and over again.”

I didn’t know what the hell was wrong with me. I’d never been so inside my head during a one-night stand before. He did absolutely nothing wrong. It was my own fault that I couldn’t shut off my thoughts long enough to feel what could have been the most enjoyable orgasm I’d ever felt.