I’m angry when I open the door to my apartment and drag Brynn in behind me.

She looks a little scared. No, not scared. She looks excited.

I can’t blame her. She knows what we’re doing here. I’m not being coy about what I want.

But she’s in a shitty position. On the one hand, she has to write about me to keep her job. On the other, she can’t write about me if she wants to keep her job. She’s stuck between my coach and her boss, both demanding the impossible.

Then there’s me, wondering why the fuck she keeps coming back.

Maybe I’m just stupid. Maybe I just can’t help myself.

Or maybe I just love her taste so much that I’ll put up with anything to get a little bit.

“Take off your clothes,” I say to her once we’re inside.

She hesitates. “Right here?”

“Strip,” I say.

I watch as her eyes get hard and she drops her bag on the floor. She takes off her top first, then her bra. I stare at her perfect fucking breasts, round and perky, her pink nipples begging for my tongue.

But I hold off. I want her naked and vulnerable for me.

I take off my shirt as she takes off her pants. I don’t need any fucking foreplay. I don’t need any bullshit building up to this.

I’m half hard already. And I know she’s wet as she strips off her pants and underwear.

She puts an arm across her chest. I kick away my jeans then stop her.

“Don’t hide,” I say.

She blinks, cocks her head. “What do you want, Sean?”

“You know what I want.” I grab her hair, step closer.

“No, I really don’t.”

“I never hated you, remember, sweetheart?” I grab her hair, lips running against her neck, her throat. “You’re the one that hated me.”

“Maybe I was wrong,” she whispers.

I laugh, harsh and excited. “You’re damn right you were wrong.”

I pull her hair tight and kiss her. I taste her tongue in my mouth as I pull her body against mine. She’s warm and smooth. Her breasts feel incredible against my chest. I can feel her breath heaving in as my hands grab her ass tight, pushing her up against me.

I pull back and kiss her, cupping her breasts, pushing her up against the wall. She gasps as I put her there, one hand moving up to pull her hair as my lips move down to her collarbone.

I kiss her breasts, teasing her nipples, one hand in her hair, the other moving down between her legs. I own her, completely and simply. I spread her legs and tease her clit gently with the tips of my fingers.

“Shit,” she whispers.

“This is why you keep coming back, isn’t it?” I ask her. “This right here. It’s why you can’t get enough of me.”

She groans. “Maybe,” she says.

“I know,” I whisper. “I know what you want, Brynn. I know what you need. You pretend like you hate me, but deep down, I think you’re afraid of how badly you want my cock.” I tighten my grip on her hair and she gasps as I press my fingers deep inside her.

“I’m not afraid of anything,” she says.

“Liar. You’re terrified. You’re afraid you’ll do anything for my big, hard dick.”

“No,” she moans.

“Yes. You’re afraid of being pathetic, but it’s not pathetic, Brynn. You can’t help yourself. You know what you want.”

“I know what I want,” she repeats.

“That’s right. You want my cock. You want to feel good.”

Her eyes meet mine. “Then make me feel good.”

I laugh gently. “No.”

She blinks. “What?”

I pull my fingers back and step away. She groans.

“Get on your knees,” I say. “You want to feel good? Fucking earn it.”

She drops down, a greedy glint in her eyes. She tugs at my boxer briefs and I pull them off, revealing my thick, hard cock.

She takes it between both her hands and slowly strokes me before taking me in her mouth. I let her do the work, tongue licking at the tip of my dick before sliding me deeper into her throat.

I love it when she gags, pulls back, strokes me like she’s angry. She always goes back, gags again, sucks me harder. It feels so fucking good as I grab her hair, holding it tight, letting her work my cock faster.

I groan, push her deep. She can barely take me. Halfway and she’s already giving up. I fucking love it, and I know I’m going to split her in half, just like she wants it. I know how to make her moan my name, over and over again.

I lean back and watch her breasts shake as she sucks me faster, faster, hands stroking, both wrapped around my big shaft. I can feel the pleasure deep in my balls, and I want to come in her mouth so badly, make her swallow every drop, but I pull her hair, stopping myself.

I pick her up and bend her over my couch. I stare at that round ass, her pussy wet, pretty, glistening for me. I slap her ass, spanking her hard, before spreading her wide and teasing her with my cock.

She groans when I sink myself deep inside. She wiggles her hips and slides me just a little bit deeper. I can tell she’s getting used to my size now. There’s less pain in her expression, more pure pleasure. I know what she needs now as I slap her ass rough and start to pump deep into her pussy.

I grab her hips and fuck her. I’m not being nice, or holding back, or taking it easy. I want to fuck this pussy hard and deep, I want to take her exactly how I want it. She groans when I slap her ass, groans when I pull her hair, and I know she’s deep in her own space, blissing out on my big dick.

I reach around her hips, leaning over top of her to whisper in her ear as I rub her clit, grinding my hips against her pussy.

“I want to make you come on this fat cock,” I whisper. “But I need you to admit something first.”

“What?” she moans.

“Admit that you love this dick.”

“I love it,” she whispers.

“Admit you love sucking my cock and getting fucked by me. Admit that I can have every inch of your body and you’ll do anything for me, no matter how fucking filthy.”

“I’ll do anything you want,” she moans.

I spank her ass and fuck her deep. She rolls her hips, riding me as I thrust inside her, rubbing her clit at the same time. We get into a rhythm and I can tell she loves it. I can tell she’s close.

But I’m not ready yet. I pull back and she gasps, almost angrily. I pull her away from the couch and take her into my bedroom. I push her down onto the bed then pull her to the edge, spreading her legs wide.

I drop down between them. She wraps her thighs around my face as I lick her pussy, lapping her up, tongue sliding all over her soaked little clit.

I pull back and spread her legs again. She rolls her hips as I slide my fat cock deep inside her and start to slowly thrust.

I lean over and kiss her as I grind into her pussy. She gasps and I feel her grab onto my back, digging her fingernails into my skin. It makes me grunt as I thrust faster, fucking her deeper, making her breasts shake with every deep thrust.

I pull back and fuck her fast. I feel wild and fucking good as she moans, her eyes shut tight, her mouth open wide. I fuck her faster, harder, beating her pussy up. I spread her legs and rub her clit with my thumb which only makes her hips move along with me.

I can tell that I’ve lost myself. I’m entirely inside of her, entirely lost with her. This happens every time we fuck, every inch of my body gets sucked into her orbit, like I can’t resist what she’s making me feel.

It’s bliss, pure and simple. I lose myself and find it inside of her. I’m an animal, and all I can think about is what she’s making me feel.

Her perfect hips, her pretty lips, her tight cunt wrapped around my cock.

I fuck her faster, groaning now. She’s panting with me and we fuck together, writhing in a mass of bodies, sweating, completely combined, pure and joy and bliss and intense pleasure ripping between us.

I feel her body stiffen, her back arch. I keep fucking her, deeper and rougher, the only thought in my mind is the need to keep going, to keep feeling pleasure. I feel her come, her cunt tighten around me, her body tense, contract, spasm with joy.

I keep going, animalistic, intense, I can’t stop myself even if I wanted to. I fuck her faster, harder, practically roaring with pleasure.

I come deep inside her pussy. I come hard and intense, deep spurts of pleasure filling her, deep inside of her.

I groan and I feel her again. I feel her lips against mine, her body against mine, her warmth. I feel her breath against my ear.

“Fuck, Brynn,” I whisper.

“Yeah,” she says back.

She laughs softly. I can’t help but grin.

“That’s why you keep coming back,” I say softly.

She smiles and kisses me. She doesn’t need to agree.

We both understand. We both just felt it.

Nobody can argue with that, with the intense, primal pleasure we just felt.

We both need it again. We both crave it.

And her body is the only way I know.