The bed felt warm and messy beneath us, sheets twisted and damp from sweat. Lara broke the kiss first, pulling back just enough to hold my gaze. Her dark eyes locked on mine—intense, playful, still carrying that edge of command she'd had all night. Slowly, deliberately, she rolled her hips again, grinding down so her wet pussy slid along my length without taking me in yet.
"So… enough of rage-baiting," she said in that low, sultry tone, lips curved in a small, wicked smile.
"Yeah…" I exhaled, voice rough. "I was about to lose it."
"Hehe, yeah… that's the dominance I expect when I'm in bed," she whispered, sliding her hand between our bodies. Her fingers wrapped around my dick again—firm, slow strokes from base to tip, feeling every inch as it throbbed in her palm. She grazed her thumb over the head, then pressed me flat against her folds, trapping my cock between her pussy lips and her stomach.
"Ahmm…" I gasped, hips lifting on instinct.
