I hear Lauren shuffling around upstairs, I imagine she’s probably getting me a blanket to crash on the couch with. It’s been a crazy night; I’m guessing she’s exhausted after all the drama. I listen to her feet softly padding down the stairs. My mouth drops open when I see her bare legs through the bannister. My eyes travel up her body to the tiny booty shorts and fitted tank top she’s wearing. Oh my God, she’s a fucking tease!

“What are you wearing?” My voice is louder than I intended, I clear my throat and try to turn down the volume, “Are you trying to kill me?” I immediately stand up and walk over to her. Like she’s gravity or a magnetic pull. Like science itself has created a new law that refuses to let me stay away from her.

“This?” She looks down over her tiny clothes, then up at me, batting her dark eyelashes innocently. “This is just what I wear to bed.”

“If that’s what you wear to bed, then I think I’m going to need to keep you company,” I run my hands down her back and press my body against hers.

“No,” she says quietly.

“What?” I heard her, but I’m hoping my ears are mistaken.

“No, you can’t come to bed with me.”

So much for not hearing her right.

“Because I want you right here. Right now.” She presses her tits into me. She’s not wearing a bra, her dark nipples are little diamonds under her flimsy top, begging me to suck on them. I slide my hand down her back and under the edge of her shorts, grabbing her fat cheek in my hand tight, I push her against my hardening cock.

“Listen to me, Lauren. You need to know that this is what you want, you understand? You’re always going on about how you’re not one of my fan-club bimbos or whatever, and you’re right, you’re not.” I wrap my hand in her coarse hair and firmly kiss her, squeezing her beautiful ass until she squirms up against my cock.

Fuck she feels good. I can’t wait to feel her tight pussy again. I can smell her desire and it takes more willpower than I knew I had not to pull her little shorts down to her knees, whirl her around and fuck her against the wall.

I pull my lips away from hers and Lauren sighs, her eyes still closed. “What’s wrong?” She flutters them open.

“Nothing is wrong. I just need to know, right now, if you’re ready to move on with your life. Cause, when we fuck. Not if, when, I’m not interested in having you for a night. I can get that from any girl. Hell, I can get it from a group of them, at the same time if I want.”

Fire flashes in her brown eyes and her lips turn downward. “I’m well aware of your reputation, Mack.”

“Good, cause it’s all true. I’m sure I’ve earned every word of it. Listen to me, I’m not telling you this to make you jealous,” I smile, “even though it’s awfully cute on you.”

“I’m not jealous,” she lies, looking to the side.

“Good, because I don’t want those girls. I want you. Only you, you understand? I need you to be ready to move on because when I fuck you, I’m making you mine, Lauren. I won’t ever just watch you leave my life again.”

“I never left you the first time. You left me.” She’s still pouting. Her lips sticking out at me, it’s so cute. I grab her chin and kiss her again and her pout melts like butter on my lips.

“You’re right,” I whisper, “and I won’t be leaving you again either. So, do you still want me?” I slide my fingers between her ass cheeks and push them forward until they dip into her soft, wet pussy. She’s dripping for me, there’s no denying what she wants, and I’m only too happy to give it to her, if she’ll agree.

“I do. I really do,” she moans, pressing her mound down against my hand.

I pull my hand back out of her shorts and wrap both my hands around her thighs, gripping them tight and pulling them open around me, I lift her off the ground and guide her legs around my waist. I walk her back across the floor toward the couch. “Good, cause I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t move anymore,” I growl.