Back-Arching Bargain

He grabbed my hair again, twisting it around his fist, arching my back as he drove harder.

• Tell me you love this, – he demanded, voice raw, thrusts brutal.
• I love it, – I choked out, dizzy. – Harder, please…

He obliged, slamming into me with force that jolted the couch, his free hand clawing my hip, anchoring me. His cock dragged against every nerve, thick and pulsing, filling me so completely I could barely think. He leaned over, chest slick with sweat against my spine, growling in my ear.

• What are you, huh? – he panted, teeth nipping my shoulder.
• Your dirty little slut, – I whimpered, lost in it, feeling him throb inside me.
• Damn right, – he snarled, and fucked me like he meant to break me — deep, punishing strokes that had me shaking, teetering on the edge.

Then he groaned, loud and guttural, pulling out to finish across my ass and lower back, hot spurts painting my skin as he jerked himself through it, breathing ragged. I slumped forward, spent, a shaky – Fuck… – slipping out as aftershocks rippled through me.

He stood there, one hand still on my hip, the other milking the last drops from his cock, smirking down at me like a conqueror. After a moment, he tugged his jeans up, slapped my ass hard enough to sting, and chuckled.

• That’s worth triple pay.

I laughed, breathless, face mashed into the cushions.

• Asshole.
• You’re fucking incredible, Tessa, – he said, voice still rough, wiping sweat from his brow.

I grinned, too wrecked to argue, body humming. He sank onto the couch beside me eventually, and I crawled over, curling into his side. He wrapped an arm around me, kissed my hair, and slid a hand under my top, cupping my breast, thumb brushing the nipple in lazy, possessive circles.

Jake stirred first, groaning as he stood and shuffled to the bathroom. The shower kicked on. I grabbed a tissue from the side table, wiped his cum off my skin, and dragged my clothes back on, still buzzing.

He came out in a towel, hair wet, and I was already zipping my hoodie, ride app open. I headed for the door; he followed.

• See ya, – I said, tossing him a sly smile.

He held out a hand, grinning.

After all that, a handshake felt absurd — like sealing a contract. I squeezed hard, spun on my heel, and slipped out into the night.

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