Amy stretched out naked on the silk sheets, her face pressed into the mattress as John hovered behind her. 'If you think pinning me like this will spark anything but my irritation, you're delusional,' she quipped, voice laced with sarcasm. John chuckled, his breath hot on her neck. 'Come on, Amy, your body's betraying you already—look how your ass curves perfectly for me.' She snorted. 'My ass might be there, but my mind's elsewhere. Your cock's hard, sure, but don't expect a blowjob; I'm not in the mood to worship that ego tonight.'
He grinned, sliding closer. 'Horny or not, let's see.' Amy twisted slightly, strong and unyielding. 'Try it and I'll make you regret it with words sharper than your thrusts.' Yet the tension built; he positioned her prone, entering her pussy from behind in one smooth motion. Both began panting, bodies sweating as he moved rhythmically. 'Feel that? Dripping wet despite your protests,' John teased. Amy fired back, 'Wet from friction, not desire—don't flatter yourself.'
The pace quickened, her strong frame pushing against him defiantly. 'Faster, but remember, no claiming what's mine without permission.' John groaned, pulling out at the peak; he came hard, cum splattering across her ass and back. Amy lay still for a beat, then snapped, 'I hate it when you do that—marking me like some prize. Wipe it off yourself, or I'll make the next chapter hell for you.'
Want to know how it ends?
This is just the opening chapter. Continue the saga — or write a steamy tale starring you.