**The Worst Night Ever—In the Best Way**

I was pissed. Work had been a nightmare, traffic was backed up for miles, and now my dumbass had locked my keys in the car. The only silver lining? My best friend was home—and she never missed a chance to tease me.

I stormed into her apartment, grumbling under my breath, before flopping onto her couch like a dramatic teenager. “Fucking day,” I muttered, rubbing my temples.

She smirked, leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed. “Aw, poor baby. Need me to kiss it better?”

I rolled my eyes, but my cock twitched anyway. We’d been dancing around this shit for *years*—flirting, touching, almost crossing the line before one of us chickened out. But tonight? Tonight, I was done playing.

“Actually,” I said, my voice dropping low, “I *do* need something.”

She raised an eyebrow, but I didn’t give her time to think. In one motion, I grabbed her wrist and yanked her onto my lap. She gasped, hips grinding against mine as her ass landed right on my hardening dick.

“Whoa—*fuck*,” she breathed, pupils blown wide.

“You heard me,” I growled, gripping her waist. “I want to fuck you. Right now. No more games.”

She bit her lip, but I saw the way her thighs squeezed together. “Yeah? And what if I say no?”

I smirked, sliding a hand up her thigh, under her shorts. “You won’t.” My fingers brushed her pussy through her panties—already soaked. “Fuck, you’re *dripping*.”

She moaned when I pressed my fingers harder, rubbing slow circles over her clit. “Asshole,” she panted.

“Tell me to stop.” I didn’t.

She arched against my hand, grinding down. “*Never*.”

That was all I needed. I flipped her onto the couch, pinning her wrists above her head. Her shorts and panties were gone in seconds, my cock already free from my jeans.

No foreplay. No teasing. I lined myself up and *slammed* into her with one brutal thrust.

She screamed, back bowing off the couch. “Oh my *God*—!”

“Tight as *fuck*,” I groaned, sinking deeper. Her pussy clenched around me like a vise, slick and scorching hot. I didn’t wait for her to adjust—just pulled out and fucked into her again, hard enough to shake the couch.

She clawed at my arms, nails digging in. “*Yes*—fuck, just like that!”

I pistoned into her, hips slapping against her ass with every thrust. The wet, filthy sounds of our bodies fucking filled the room, mixed with her moans—loud, *obscene* moans that only made me harder.

“You love this,” I grunted, grabbing her hair to yank her head back. “Love getting *used*.”

“Fuck, *yes*,” she whimpered, arching into me. “Don’t stop—don’t fucking stop!”

I didn’t. I fucked her like I hated her—pounding deep, my balls slapping against her with every snap of my hips. Her pussy was so fucking wet, so *tight*, squeezing my cock like she never wanted me to leave.

Her moans turned into screams when I shoved two fingers into her mouth. “Suck,” I ordered, and she did, tongue swirling around my fingers before I pulled them out and shoved them *down*, rubbing her clit in rough, fast circles.

She came *hard*—pussy clamping down on me, whole body shaking as she screamed into the couch.

I didn’t let up. I kept fucking her through it, my thrusts getting sloppier, harder, until I couldn’t hold back. With a growl, I buried myself to the hilt and *came*, spurting deep inside her as she whimpered beneath me.

When I finally pulled out, we were both a mess—breathless, sweaty, *ruined*.

She collapsed onto the couch, legs still trembling. “…*wow*.”

I smirked, wiping my cock off on her thigh. “Worst night ever, huh?”

She laughed, breathless. “*Best* fucking night.”

And when I dragged her back onto my lap an hour later for round two? She didn’t complain.