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I stopped fighting. All at once I let my body go slack, and Kat, who’d been braced for a counter, tipped forward and landed on me, pinning me flat with her whole weight.
“You’re giving up?” she said, suspicious.
“I’m reconsidering my options.”
She straddled my hips, wraps still on her fists, and trapped my wrists with one forearm. Her knee pressed up between my legs, right where I was already aching, and my hips jerked before I could stop them. Kat felt it. She went very still. Then she smiled.
“Oh, Dani,” she said. “Is this what you wanted all along?”
“Shut up.”
“Make me.”
I tried. I bit her lip. She kissed me back with a growl, dragged my top over my head and my sports bra down, and took my tits in her hands, pinching my nipples until I swore. Her mouth went to my throat, my chest. She held me down with one hand and slid the other into the front of my leggings, rubbing me through my soaking knickers, slow and purposeful, like she was proving a point.
“Look at you,” she whispered. “Two years of that mouth, and you’re dripping.”
I could lie back and let her do exactly as she liked. Or, if I’m honest, I had one trick in my back pocket, an old judo throw from university that might put her flat on her back.