Overruled

by Lana Ferguson

“Fuck, Dani,” he mumbles, his fingers pressing against me before slipping inside with one fluid movement. “Look at you. You’re soaked.” I wait for the embarrassment to come, but still it doesn’t. “Do something about it,” I whisper harshly. I hear his soft chuckle, and I gasp when his lips press gently against the curve of my ass as he twists his fingers deeper inside me. “You want me to fuck you? Right here?” Really? We’re playing this game right now? With me bent over my parents’ guest bathroom vanity while his cock is wrapped up and ready to go? “I swear to God, if you don’t—fuck.” My head lolls forward at the loss of his fingers, a whine lingering in my chest when I feel something thicker, hotter pressing against me instead. He eases inside slowly, letting me feel every inch, and not for the first time I wonder how it can possibly be so good every time. How every time with Ezra is somehow better than the last. It’s always been infuriating. “This what you need?” His palm rests against the base of my spine, rubbing soothing circles there as he sinks deeper, bottoming out. “Did you need my cock, Dani?” My mouth falls open when he draws back just to rock back inside, the friction of it making me tingle all over and making it impossible to lie. “Yes.” “Fuck, you feel good,” he groans, thrusting into me again with a little more force. “Always so hot and tight and perfect. How is it so fucking perfect?”