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“Well,” she drawls, “to welcome your dick, I have demands.”

“State your demand, Sprinkles,” I challenge. The monster between my legs is pressed for time and raging to be freed.

“Less scowling when I am just having a conversation.” she states in a sultry tone

I smile. She really thinks I will back down. I want to keep our fight going, but I am so hard it could cut through diamond, plus I am about to lose my mind.

“Agreed,” I say.

She lets out a soft laugh

“Fucking liar,” she laughs. “I would believe that when I randomly win the lottery that I did not play.” She knows me too well. I chuckle as I rip her panty. The sound of the tear makes her rounded mouth gasp.

“You owe me new panties,” she warns.

“I will buy you many more,” I say as I pull her up, landing her on my lap.

“Now that I do believe.” She balances on my lap and unzips my pants. “Like I said, we live to fight another day,” she teases, unzipping my pants and pulling my dick out. I groan as she strokes it, beads of precum starting to drip. She wipes it with her thumb, then adjusts her hips and, in one swift move, takes me whole. I sink into the moist paradise, another satisfied groan escaping me as a surge of pleasure hits my body.

“Mr. Darcy,” she quietly calls to me. I open my eyes and gaze at the beauty before me. I am so fucking in love with her.

“This fight is not over. This is just a temporary truce,” she winks.

“Yes, Sprinkles,” I breathe.

She turns to her side and pulls a zipper down, and I hastily help her pull her dress over her head and toss it. I sink my head into her cleavage of her strapless bra and squeeze her ass tight.

“Now, move,” I croak, a command.

She does. Slow and steady at first, then with more confidence and erotically, her movements pulling us both deeper into the moment. She leans into me, her breath warm against my skin, and the teasing edge between us softens into something intimate and unguarded. She rips my shirt and leaves soft kisses on my chest

I hold her steady, my grip tightening as everything builds between us.

“Bruce,” she calls her voice breaking slightly.

I feel the shift in her, in us, and the moment crests. We lose ourselves in the release, everything else fading out but our locked gaze, closeness, heat and breath. She falls onto me, her head buried on my shoulder

“Sprinkles,” I whisper as I pull her in a tight embrace.

“Yes, Mr. Darcy?” Her voice breathy

“I am in love with you, Jolaade,” I whisper.

“I know,” she whispers and nibbles at my neck. I pull her closer, if that is even possible.

“Come on, let’s go to bed,” I say.

“I’m spent,” she says.

“I will carry you,” I say as she giggles.

“No argument from me.”

I roll her onto her back; my dick is still sticking out between my pants. I tuck it in and bend to pick her up. She wraps her arms around my neck as we head to the bedroom. I lay her on the bed. She turns her back to me.

“Can you unhook me?”

I reach down and unhook the bra, tossing it. Her breasts spill out.