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heard the sound of
David’s zipper opening. With a rough gasp, he pulled away from her breast, leaving
the nipple glistening and puckered, hard from his attention. She was lost to
the sensations swirling through her body, aching for David’s touch to return,
momentarily confused as he pulled away from her.
    There was a brief
fumbling between them, and then David’s hand was on her shoulder, pushing her
down.
    She pulled away from
him, gasping as she looked down between their bodies. He was holding his cock
in one hand, his fingers wrapped around the shaft, almost but not quite
stroking himself. Her eyes went wide; she’d forgotten how long and thick it
was, how hard it could get. She blinked, knowing she was staring, helpless to
stop. She raised her eyes to his face, meeting his blazing gaze. And she
shivered, but not from excitement.
    His eyes were dark,
something lurking there Ann had never seen before, something almost cruel. This
wasn’t the David she knew, the David she’d loved. He was still holding his
erection, pressing it against her, hot and hard, insistent. As angry as she
was, almost frightened of David, knowing he was that hard because of her sent a
flood of animal passion through her body. When he spoke, his voice was rough
with emotion, with something else, something dark. It took her breath away.
    “Last fuck for the
road? Is that what this is, Ann? Then I want it on my terms.” His hand was
still on her shoulder, his fingers digging in to her skin.
    “No, David…not like
this….” Her voice trailed off as she watched anger flare across David’s face.
    “No? You’ve screwed up
my life for the last year, Ann. I’ve been waiting… patiently… for you to sign
the damn divorce papers. And now you do this… sign the papers and practically throw
yourself at me? And then don’t like how I respond? That’s bullshit. Stop
playing me, Ann.”
    David was breathing
hard, both hands digging painfully into her shoulders now, forcing her down to
her knees. She’d only seen him this angry once or twice before, and the results
weren’t pretty; one encounter with a guy in a bar ended up with David hitting
the man, breaking his nose.
    “Then do this, and I’ll
be gone. It’s your ‘last fuck’…or suck, if you want to call it that. Do this,
and we’re even, you’re forgiven for fucking up my life for the last year. And then
I’m gone.”
    “You’ve fucked up my
life for the past year, David. What about that?”
    “The control has been
all yours, Ann. You could have signed the papers any time you damned well
wanted to.”
    Ann’s knees finally
buckled and she hit the floor with a thud. She looked up at David with narrowed
eyes, her own anger giving her a moment of courage.
    “You really want to
force me to do this?”
    “I don’t really think I
am. You’re practically begging for it. You want to play victim, go ahead. But I
bet if I pulled down your panties and ran my hand between your legs, it would
come back dripping wet.” David bent down, his face just inches from hers. “I
know you better than you think, darling. I’m not forcing you to do anything you
don’t want to do.”
    “You’re a bastard,
David.” She flung the words at him. He only laughed.
    But her words were
hollow. As he straightened, her hands were already sliding up his thighs,
despite… or because of… her anger, eagerly reaching for him, for his hard cock
dancing in front of her face. As her fingers closed around the thick shaft, she
heard David moan loudly, a sound she’d heard a thousand times. A sound he made
because of her.
    Ann drew a sharp breath
as a flood of memories came back to her. As much as she wanted to hate him, she
wanted this more. At that moment, she was desperate to feel him in her mouth,
to suck on him as she’d done countless times in the past.
    There was no hesitation
as she pulled his cock to her lips, her tongue skating over the hot skin,
flicking briefly along the sensitive underside,