“Yeah? Do you wanna fuck me?” I ask, before slurping his dick back into my mouth.

“Wh … what?”

“Do you wanna fuck me, Vance? Or do you wanna keep watching your movie?”

“You. I want you. Come here,” he answers eagerly as he finally gives in and takes his eyes off Evil Dead. He grabs me by the shoulders and pulls my mouth up to his, kissing me with a heated passion we’ve been missing for too long.

Yes. Give it to me. Tear me limb from limb

I shudder at the sound of the darkness’s voice in my head, but I don't stop. We breathe into each other’s mouths as we kiss and let our tongues dance together, and my body goes into autopilot—one hand continues to stroke his cock, while the other struggles to lift hisT-shirt over his head. His fingers tug and pull at my flannel, yanking it off my shoulders before snatching my tank top up and over my head. Vance lifts his butt off the couch enough for me to slide his pants completely off, just before he pushes my leggings down past my knees and I finish taking them off. The second we’re both naked from the bottom down, Vance places his hands on my hips and pulls me on top of him.

I’d be lying if I said I wanted to do it this way. I was just reading a book where a man was patient with his actions. Dr. Colson is a calm and collected Dom who isn’t afraid to take his time, even if he really wants to fuck immediately. He knew Ava wanted him to play with her pussy, but he made her wait for it—even made her touch it herself while he choked her. His composure was hotter than if he’d just fallen to his knees and lunged for her like a hungry lion. Foreplay will always reign supreme. Vance doesn’t have control like that, though, and it’s no surprise he wants me to be on top. Nine times out of ten, I end up on top, doing all of the work while he literally sits back and enjoys the ride. Nonetheless, I’m horny as fuck, and I’m going to take it how I want it.