Overruled

by Lana Ferguson

“Shut up,” she hisses, covering my mouth. “Your mother is right down the hall.” I smile against her neck, sucking at her pulse point after. “You made the noise, Sour Patch.” “Because you—fuck,” she gasps. I tilt my hips again, letting my length tease through her slippery heat. “Because I did that?” “God, you’re infuriating,” she groans as quietly as she can manage. I capture her mouth, letting my tongue slip inside just as I start to fill her. “You love me.” Her arms wind around my neck. “Stop reminding me.” “Fuck.” I bury my face in her throat, grinding deeper. “I missed you.” “Miss me faster.” “Has anyone ever told you that you top from the bottom?” “Ezra,” she huffs. I kiss under her jaw, snapping my hips against her. “Like that?” “Yes. Just like that.” “I think you missed me too,” I rasp. “Yeah?” “I know you missed at least one part of me,” I croon. Her nails dig into my shoulders as I start to move faster, my eyes shutting as her perfect, wet cunt grips me tight. “I can’t believe I love you,” she says with a laugh that ends with a deep sigh. “You’re an idiot.” “But I’m your idiot.”