"Can you grab the wipes? I think she’s about to blow," Nate said, holding the baby at arm’s length as her face scrunched up in concentration. Dana laughed, already halfway to the diaper bag, her dark hair swishing over her shoulders as she moved. "You’re such a rookie," she teased, tossing him the pack. "She’s just making a face, not launching a missile."

They’d been friends since college, but this was the first time Nate had volunteered to help Dana babysit her niece. He was tall and lanky, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, while Dana was petite but curvy, her fitted jeans and loose tank top showing off her toned arms and soft curves. Her hazel eyes sparkled as she watched him fumble with the diaper, her lips quirking into a smirk.

"Okay, expert," Nate shot back, finally securing the diaper. "But if she starts crying again, you’re on your own." Just then, the baby let out a gurgle, and Dana’s eyes widened. "Uh-oh," she said, stepping closer. "I think she’s got more in store for you." Nate froze, the faintest hint of panic crossing his face as the baby’s expression shifted again.

Dana leaned in closer, her breath warm against Nate’s cheek as she reached for the baby. "Hold her still, rookie," she muttered, her hand brushing against his arm. But as she adjusted the baby’s position, her elbow bumped Nate’s chest, and he instinctively shifted, his hand grazing the side of her breast.

"Shit, sorry," Nate stammered, his face flushing red as he pulled his hand back like he’d been burned. Dana froze for a second, her lips parting as if she was about to say something, but then she just smirked, her hazel eyes locking onto his. "You’re such a klutz," she said, her voice dropping lower.

Nate swallowed hard, his heart pounding as the baby let out another gurgle, oblivious to the tension in the room. "Yeah, well," he muttered, his voice cracking slightly, "maybe you should teach me a lesson."

Dana didn’t miss the faint bulge in Nate’s jeans as she leaned in closer, her smirk widening. “What do you want, rookie?” she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. “Or do I need to spell it out for you?”

Nate’s face burned, but his body betrayed him, his pants straining as Dana’s hand lingered on his arm. “Fuck off,” he muttered, but his voice was weak, his gaze flicking to her lips.

“You’re such a liar,” Dana purred, pressing her thigh between his legs. “Clearly, you want me to teach you another lesson.” The baby cooed, but neither of them noticed, the air between them crackling with tension.

Nate’s hand shot out, gripping Dana’s wrist tight before she could pull away. With a quick, rough tug, he yanked her onto his lap, her ass landing right on the stiff bulge in his jeans. She gasped, but didn’t fight him, her hips already shifting instinctively as she ground against him.

“Fuck, Nate,” Dana hissed, her voice low and breathy as she rolled her hips again, feeling him harden even more beneath her. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” But the way she rocked against him betrayed her words, her hands gripping his shoulders for balance.

“Teaching me a lesson, remember?” Nate growled, one hand sliding around to grip her hip, holding her steady as he pressed up into her. “Unless you’re too chicken.” The baby cooed again, but all Nate could focus on was the way Dana bit her lip, her hazel eyes darkening as she leaned closer, her breath hot on his neck. “Shut up and kiss me, rookie,” she whispered just as their lips met.

Dana broke the kiss abruptly, her eyes darting to the baby still sitting in Nate’s lap. “Fuck, Nate, she’s right—oh my god—” she started, but he was already scooping the baby up, moving faster than she’d ever seen him. He plopped her into the nearby crib, shoving a pacifier in her mouth with one smooth motion. “She’s fine,” he said, his voice low and rough as he spun back to Dana.

Before she could protest, he had her pinned against the wall, his hands firm on her hips, his erection pressing hard into her stomach. “Stop overthinking,” he growled, biting her earlobe. Dana’s breath hitched, her hands shaky as she gripped his shoulders. “You’re such an asshole,” she whispered, but her hands were already sliding down his back, pulling him closer.

Nate’s fingers hooked into the hem of Dana’s tank top, tugging it upward until she raised her arms, her breath hitching as the fabric slipped over her head. "Fuck, Nate—" she started, but he cut her off, spinning her around and shoving her toward the couch.

Her knees hit the edge, and she barely caught herself as Nate’s hands gripped her jeans, yanking them down her hips with no finesse. "You’ve been teasing me all night," he growled, his voice dark and rough as her panties came into view, a lacy black thong that made his cock throb.

Dana cursed under her breath, her ass pressed against his hardness. "You’re so fucking impatient," she muttered, but the way she arched her back told him she wasn’t complaining. "Don’t—don’t rip them," she added, but Nate was already sliding the thong down her thighs with a smirk.

Nate’s cock slid between Dana’s wet folds, putting just enough pressure to make her gasp but not enough to give her what she wanted. “Is this what you’ve been pushing your ass into me for all night?” he taunted, grinding against her without pushing deeper.

“Fuck you,” Dana hissed, her nails digging into his shoulders as she tried to arch against him, but he held her hips steady, denying her. “You’re such a—” she started, but her voice faltered as he leaned in, his lips brushing her ear.

“What’s the matter, Dana?” he murmured, his voice dripping with mockery. “You gonna beg, or are you fine with me keeping this dick to myself?” Her hips jerked again, but he tightened his grip, his breath hot on her neck as he waited for her to break. “You’re such an asshole,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

“Please,” Dana gasped, her nails carving crescent moons into his shoulders as she writhed against him, desperate for more than just the teasing friction of his cock brushing her clit. “Stop being a dick and just fuck me already.”

Nate smirked, the cruel tilt of his lips making her ache even more. “I thought you liked being in control,” he murmured, deliberately dragging his length through her slick folds again without pushing inside. “You gonna beg harder, or is this enough for you?”

“I swear to god, Nate—” Her voice broke as he finally pressed the tip of his cock against her entrance, just barely nudging inside, making her shudder. “Fuck you,” she growled, but it came out as a whimper, her hips bucking toward him uncontrollably.

Nate paused, the head of his cock just barely inside her, making Dana writhe with frustration. Her nails dug deeper into his shoulders as she cursed under her breath. “Fuck, just—just do it already, you asshole!”

He smirked, leaning in close to whisper against her ear. “Say it, Dana. Tell me how much you fucking want it.” His grip tightened on her hips, holding her still as his free hand cupped her chin, forcing her to look at him.

“I hate you,” she growled, her voice shaking as his cock teased her entrance. “I hate you so fucking much—just fuck me already.” Nate grinned, slamming into her in one brutal thrust before she could finish her sentence. She cried out, her nails raking down his back.

Nate gripped Dana's hips as she pulled herself off him, only to slam back down with a sharp gasp. "You sure as fuck wanted it," she teased, her nails scratching down his chest as she bounced on his cock. Her tits swayed with each thrust, the sight making him groan through clenched teeth.

"Keep talking like that and I'll flip you over," Nate growled, his hands sliding up to grope her breasts roughly. Dana smirked, throwing her head back as she rode him harder, the slap of their bodies filling the room. "Yeah? And then what? You gonna last longer than two minutes this time?" she taunted, her breath hitching as he thrust up into her.

Nate's jaw tightened, his fingers digging into her hips as he stared up at her. "You’re fucking lucky that mouth of yours feels good around something else," he shot back, bucking his hips sharply to shut her up. Dana groaned, her smirk faltering as her thighs clenched around him. "Shut up and fucking move," she panted, her hands gripping his shoulders for support.

Nate’s grip tightened on Dana’s hips, and with a sharp twist, he yanked her backward off his cock. She gasped, her skin flushed and glistening as he shoved her down onto her stomach. “You talk too much,” he growled, pinning her wrists behind her back with one hand.

Dana groaned, her face pressed into the couch cushions as Nate slammed into her without warning, her wetness easing the way as he bottomed out. “Fuck, you’re loud,” he sneered, his hips slamming against her ass with every thrust. “You like when I take control, huh?”

Her muffled curse turned into a whimper as he leaned over her, his breath hot against her ear. “Say one more fucking word, Dana, and I’ll make sure the neighbors hear you scream.” Her thighs trembled, and she bit down on the cushion to stifle a moan as he drove into her deeper.

Nate’s hips slowed to a cruel, measured pace as he leaned over Dana, his free hand slipping between her legs to rub her clit. “You’re so fucking wet for this,” he growled, grinding against her ass as she squirmed.

“Nate, don’t—” Dana choked out, her voice breaking as his thumb pressed against her tight hole, slick with her wetness. She tensed, her nails clawing at the cushion as he pushed just the tip inside. “Fucking—stop teasing!”

“Why?” He laughed, his cock brushing her clit again as his thumb worked deeper. “You gonna beg me to stop or beg me to fuck you harder?” He smirked, waiting for her to break.

Nate’s smirk widened as he pulled his thumb free, leaving her shuddering. He spat roughly between her cheeks, the sound filthy and wet, and Dana whimpered into the cushion. “Nate, no—don’t fuck—”

“Your hole’s twitching, Dana,” he sneered, grinding the head of his cock against her ass, slick with her wetness. “You’re fucking begging for it, aren’t you?” Her muffled curse turned into a scream as he pushed in, the stretch unbearable and electric.

“Fuck, fuck—it’s too much!” she sobbed, her thighs trembling as he bottomed out, her clit pulsing under his relentless fingers. Nate laughed low, his breath hot against her neck. “You wanted me to stop teasing? Beg harder, sweetheart.”

Nate’s hand tangled in Dana’s hair, yanking her head back as he thrust deeper into her ass. “Touch that wet little pussy,” he growled, his voice rough and commanding. “I wanna feel you dripping for me.”

Her fingers trembled as she reached between her legs, her slick arousal already coating her thighs. “Fuck you,” she gasped, but her body betrayed her, her hips rocking back into him as her fingers circled her clit.

“That’s it,” Nate sneered, pounding into her harder, the slap of skin echoing in the room. “Keep playing with that tight little cunt while I ruin your ass.” His grip tightened, pulling her hair until her back arched sharply.

Nate’s thrusts turned brutal, every slam into her ass forcing a sharp gasp or muffled cry from Dana’s lips. Her fingers worked furiously at her clit, her body arching as she teetered on the edge. “Fuck, fuck—I can’t—” she choked out, her voice breaking.

“You’re gonna cum while I’m balls-deep in your ass, aren’t you?” Nate growled, his hips hitting her harder, each slap of flesh sending shockwaves through her. Dana’s scream was raw and unfiltered as her orgasm tore through her, her thighs clamping down and her clit throbbing under her touch.

Nate groaned, jerking his cock out just as her climax peaked, his cum shooting in thick ropes across her flushed ass and trembling back. He spat on her again, rubbing his sticky mess into her skin with a rough hand. “Fucking perfect,” he muttered, grinding his palm into her.

Nate’s phone buzzed obnoxiously on the coffee table, cutting through the heavy silence. He groaned, glancing at the screen before smirking down at Dana, still bent over the couch, trembling and sticky with his cum. “Shit. Duty calls,” he said, picking up the phone and ignoring her muffled groan.

“Stay just like that,” he ordered, shoving her back down when she tried to move. “I wanna see those perfect little streaks still there when I get back. And if I find out you touched yourself… well, we won’t have to worry about the neighbors hearing you scream, will we?”

Her breath hitched as the door slammed shut behind him, leaving her aching, exposed, and alone. The clock on the wall ticked loudly, each second stretching her humiliation tighter as she strained not to rub her thighs together. Fuck, she hated how much she loved this.