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temptation to just keep bantering with him remained on her tongue, but as he finally handed the reins over to her she found it hard to do anything but expel the pressure in quick moans that escalated as he shook one hand free of her grip and toyed with her clit.

      Miranda held on and pushed up. She felt the strain in her arms and legs, but she didn’t care, not when her pleasure was intensified. It shook her whole body, and before she was able to escape the sudden swell, the bed rocked as the scoundrel beneath her surged up and drove hard and fast.

      As soon as she got a feeble hold of her wits, the bed became a battleground. Looking down her body at him, she saw the war in his eyes.

      She was his conquest and she knew she didn’t stand a chance, but she loved a good fight.

      The harder he pushed up, the harder she pushed back, and as the frenzy built up and the sounds of pleasure exploded all around them, she became less confident about the bedroom at the end of the hall being isolated enough.

      Still, she didn’t stop. He’d wanted her crazy, and in the hot rush of blood she gave in to the insanity.

      Leaving one hand upon him to keep her balance, Miranda joined her fingers with his around her clit and pushed down.

      She showed her weakness, her mounting pleasure, and Simon quickly exploited it with his greatest weapon: the aggravating swagger of his words.

      ‘There she is,’ he taunted her, his words shaking as they slammed together. ‘There’s that sexy pout you were trying to use on me. I’m putting that there now, aren’t I? How am I doing it? Talk to me, wildcat.’

      As much as she longed to rage against him, she hung her head back and gave him what he wanted. ‘Oh, sweet Jesus, your cock feels so good.’

      ‘I’ll bet it does,’ he went on, leaving her to rub her clit while he reached behind and took two handfuls of her ass. ‘I’ll bet this feels good too, doesn’t it?’

      Her fingers worked the slippery flesh around her clit, unleashing a storm in her body that rumbled and raged. He kept talking, cooing at her in an almost mocking tone that robbed her of what self-control she had left. He thrust up one last time, unseating her completely, and Miranda was set ablaze.

      Without the hand that moved from her ass to the small of her back, she would have crumbled. Ragdoll-like, she dug her nails into his wrists and relied on his strength to keep her from disappearing completely into the ecstatic void.

      She deflated, then shuddered through the aftershocks of her orgasm. ‘Oh, you are very bad.’

      Without a word in reply, he slipped his fingers down to where their bodies joined. Eyes closed, Miranda’s whole body lit up with the pleasure that spread through every molecule.

      ‘A very, very bad man,’ she sang, then looked down on him. ‘Still hard, too. You didn’t come?’

      ‘Not my time. I told you, I wanted to watch you go crazy.’ He left her impaled upon his cock and slid his sticky fingers along her ribs. ‘I could have watched that all night. You’re quite the porn star.’

      She could have listened to him talk all night, but her body was coming back to life, keenly aware of just how hard and big he was, and how he’d effortlessly gotten her off twice while he still simmered with that glorious flush on his cheeks.

      Leaning forward, she ran her hands across the expanse of his chest as he toyed with her, tugging and pinching, his war still raging.

      ‘I’m feeling chivalrous,’ she told him. ‘What can I do to repay you for all the good you’ve done for me tonight?’

      Try as she might, she couldn’t restrain a smile, and Simon sniggered as she stroked her thumbnail across his nipple until it rose.

      ‘Whatever you want.’

      She pushed forward. Simon splayed his hands across her breasts and barred her from dominating him like she planned, but she still had one hell of a thing in her arsenal: she still had him buried inside.

      She shunted her hips back and forth, riding just the first few inches, and celebrated the pleasure that wiped his smirk clean away.

      ‘What I want is you on top,’ she whispered, mesmerised by the fight in his body and how it was reflected in his face. ‘I don’t want to watch you go crazy, baby, I want to feel it for days afterward.’

      She pinned him down with her body, rendering him captive in that tight sheath. Simon arced up, fingertips bruising as he rolled his eyes upwards, then sat up with a growl.

      ‘You have no idea what you’re asking,’ he said, wrapping her as close as possible before rolling her over.

      It was such a swift and simple movement but it turned the tables completely: his thighs held hers apart and he barred her movements with his body both inside and out.

      ‘I don’t think your bed can take it,’ he teased, ‘but, fuck it, if I break it in half, I’ll buy you another one.’

      He rose up on his hands and turned into this feral thing leering down upon her, a man changed by the advantage he had taken, and he watched her as he drew back his hips.

      ‘Open up for me, honey.’ The savage rasp of his voice didn’t match the sweet endearment.

      She grasped his shoulders and spread herself further, pushing her feet into the mattress as he had done.

      The war was over. He’d conquered, and now he was going to enjoy his willing spoils.

      He bent low, and Miranda lifted her head to meet the kiss she thought he wanted, but instead he drove back into her. True to his word, Simon tested the limits of her cheap bed by riding her hard and fast, quickly reigniting the fire that had cooled after her climax.

      Holding onto him was futile. Those thunderous, jarring thrusts drove her closer and closer to the edge of the bed. She threw her arms up and clawed at the bedding around her head until she yanked the fitted sheet clean off one corner.

      ‘Fuck … oh, fuck, you’re gorgeous,’ he growled. ‘I could come just watching you like this.’

      His words zipped through her blood as he slowed the pace of his thrusts to lean down and suck her taut nipple into his mouth. The pleasure from being devoured clashed with the need to keep pushing back at him.

      She swung her legs around his hips and pushed down on his ass with her heels, then yelped at the sharp pinch of his teeth as he bit down.

      He jerked up, his expression immediately apologetic, and straightened up onto his knees. Miranda was barely able to hold onto the mattress as he dragged her forward. He collected her legs from behind him, spread her open and planted his hands on her knees as he resumed his pace.

      ‘It’s OK,’ she assured him, noticing how rattled he looked. ‘I’m tough. A little nibble won’t hurt me.’

      He seemed to want to say something more, but instead he returned her grin and pushed her legs further apart.

      As he picked up the pace, his gaze moved down her body and that hungry expression returned. He slid his hand down the ticklish plane of her inner thigh and gave her clit a wiggle with his thumb, then retreated with a laugh as Miranda protested she was too sensitive.

      ‘That’s all right. I’ll get my hands on your vibrator soon enough,’ he teased. He grunted as he gripped her knees, pushing and pulling her body in sync with the perfect cadence of his hips.

      As he pumped her, his features took on what could only be described as a scheming expression. He was up to something, rocking his hips back and forth with almost mechanical precision, and with the tremor that skittered along her pussy and sent hot sparks racing through her abdomen he gave her a wicked grin.

      He laughed, low and sinful. ‘I think I’m going to have you soaking the bed. I might not get invited back.’

      ‘It …’ she started, but couldn’t finish her

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