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“No?”

“I’m in control tonight.”

I stared at her.

Then laughed.

“Who the fuck are you?”

She smiled.

And that smile did something to me.

“Aight.”

I leaned back.

“Do your shit then.”

And she did.

She climbed on me right there in that chair. No panties. Pulled that T-shirt up and sat down on my dick like she’d been waiting all night.

“Oh, FUCK, Sam!”

I grabbed her hips.

She started riding me nasty. Hard. Sloppy. Ass slapping down, wet as hell.

I tried to meet her from underneath, thrusting up into her, fucking her back from the bottom.

“The fuck done got into you?!”

She slapped my hands away.

“Don’t touch me.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

I laughed because I didn’t know what the fuck else to do.

This shit was crazy.

“Baby—”

“Shut up.”

“Goddamn.”

She was riding the fuck out of me.

Nasty.

No shy shit.

No stopping to ask if I liked something.