The cozy living room of Vicky and Stevie's off-campus apartment was a familiar battleground for their ongoing power struggle. On one end of the room, Stevie, all lanky limbs and easy grin, sprawled on the couch, remote control in hand. His eyes flicked from the TV screen to the thick textbook Vicky had left open on the coffee table, a devious glint in his eyes.
Vicky, a towering figure with broad shoulders and curves in all the right places, strode into the room, her eyes glued to the pages of her book. She barely spared Stevie a glance as she sank into the armchair opposite him.
"Really, Stevie?" she scoffed, not even trying to hide her annoyance. "Another baseball game?"
Stevie grinned, not at all bothered by her disapproval. "What's wrong, Vicky? Afraid I'll enjoy the game more than your company?"
Vicky rolled her eyes, but there was a glint of amusement in them. She had always admired Stevie's ability to push her buttons, to challenge her in ways no one else ever had. It was one of the reasons she had fallen for him in the first place.
Without a word, she leaned forward, her hand snaking out to snatch the remote from Stevie's grasp. He yelped in surprise as she tossed it across the room, where it landed with a satisfying thud against the wall.
"Hey!" he protested. "What was that for?"
Vicky smirked, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "You'll watch what I want to watch, or I'll make you regret it."
Stevie gulped, his easy grin faltering for a moment. "Vicky, come on. Don't be like that."
But it was too late. Vicky had already made up her mind. She straddled Stevie, her powerful thighs trapping him in place. He squirmed beneath her, but she paid him no mind, her eyes focused on the TV screen.
With a flick of her wrist, she unzipped her jeans, revealing the massive cock that lay hidden beneath. Stevie's eyes widened, his muffled protests ignored as Vicky grabbed his head and thrust her cock into his mouth.
"Open wide, Stevie," she chuckled, her voice low and sultry. "This is your punishment for being such a bore."
Stevie's protests were ignored as Vicky face-fucked him relentlessly, her hips thrusting in time with the action on the screen. She watched with detached interest, completely unfazed by Stevie's discomfort.
As she came, her body shuddering with pleasure, she barely spared him a glance. "Good boy," she murmured, patting his head like he was a well-trained pet.
Stevie glared up at her, his lips swollen and his eyes watering. But there was a spark of admiration in his gaze, one that Vicky couldn't help but return.
"You're such a brat," he muttered, but there was no heat in his words.
Vicky grinned, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "You love it."
Stevie couldn't deny it. He did love it. He loved the way Vicky challenged him, the way she took control and pushed him to his limits. It was one of the many reasons he had fallen for her, and why he knew he would never be able to let her go.
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