Disrespect Me, Just For Tonight

Lilly watches Nathan head out, the door clicking shut behind him. She peels off her top, slides her panties down, and stretches out on the couch, legs open. Her fingers find their rhythm quick, rubbing her clit, slipping inside her soaked pussy, every wet sound filling the empty room. Nathan comes back sooner than expected. Keys still in his pocket, he freezes when he sees her—half-naked, hips rolling, two fingers deep. He stays back, cock already pushing against his jeans, eyes fixed on the view as he shifts from the doorway to the hall, then closer, getting a side-angle, then a straight shot from the end of the couch. Lilly’s breath gets heavier. She pulls her nipple hard, bites her lip, doesn’t notice him at all. He leans for a better look, bumps a shelf, knocks a glass figurine to the floor. Lilly bolts upright, hands still between her legs. “What the fuck are you doing?” “Plans changed,” Nathan says, voice low. “Got back early.” He nods at her wet fingers. “Question is, what the hell are you doing? We haven’t fucked in a week and here you are, ready to come.” Lilly exhales, shaky. “I checked your history. All that rough porn. The choking. The hair-pulling. You watch it every night.” Nathan rubs the back of his neck. “Every time I tried with you, you flinched. So I stopped.” “Then use your damn mouth,” she says. “Tell me what you want instead of jumping me. I’ll take it.” He steps closer, eyes narrowing. “You’ll let me pin your wrists? Slap your tits? Fuck you until you can’t talk straight?” Lilly’s smile cuts sharp. “Try me.” She spreads wider on the couch, wetness shining on her thighs. “Come on. Give me the rough fuck you’ve been saving for those videos.”