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and pain, pain and pleasure. I know he’s about to give me pleasure, so when the pain?
    That’s all the time I have to wonder.
    He hoists himself back up on the window seat with me. He snatches me against him, and his mouth comes down on mine. Our kiss is hard—painful. But it’s not all him this time. My heart is beating hard, my blood singing for his. I give as hard as I get. I grip his neck and cup his jaw and lock his mouth on mine.
    A few frantic kisses, and h e’s in control again. He pushes me back against the blankets and crouches over me like a predator. His hands press my shoulders down as he kisses down my neck. His hands cup my breasts. His fingers tweak my nipples. His tongue dances with mine. I throb between my legs.
    “Oh—” gasp— “God…” He rubs his cock against my thigh, and I can feel a gush of heat and moisture in between my legs.
    His fingers work my jeans open and stroke my mound. I buck my hips. “More,” I moan into his mouth.
    Down and around, his fingertips feeling. Parting me. Pushing in. One finger, two.
    I’m panting .
    “Spread your legs wider, Angel. I want to bury myself in you. Feel you clench around me.”
    I obey without a word, and with his free hand, he yanks my jean s down. His mouth is on my neck. Is on my throat. My purple and white striped panties are being pushed aside.
    “Oh GOD.”
    He’s gliding in. So slick. I’m so slick. Filled up by his fingers. Rocking up, against him.
    And then it’s like my brain snaps back to life. My hands, grasping g ently at his abs, jet to his jeans button. Work it open. He helps me take the zipper down. My hands fly inside and find he’s wearing boxer-briefs. Soft cotton over that big bulge. I’m panting: little gasps.
    I work my way under the elastic of his briefs and find his hard, flat belly like warm velvet. Warm and hair-dusted. The head of him juts up. I wrap my hand around it. So soft. And damp.
    Holy fuck, he’s oozing. Ready for me.
    Beast wants me.
    I want him.
    His fingers push inside me till they’re buried to the knuckle. He spreads them out a little, making me feel oh so full. Then he curls them back, toward my spine. His fingertip brushes my g-spot and I grunt and thrust against him.
    My hand tugs on his dick. Up and down… I’m stroking: wrist flick, wrist flick. My hand shaking.
    “That’s it,” he grunts. He grabs my elbows. “P ut your arms above your head.”
    I’m flat on my back on the library window seat. As he grinds himself against my leg, his fingers move a little deeper.
    Then , moving sure and quick as a sexual superhero, he flips me over on my stomach.
    I hear a tearing sound—a condom wrapper being opened—and have the brief, terrifying thought that maybe he plans to fuck me up the ass, the way they say it’s done in prison. I’m gasping in advance as he jerks my hips up off the seat, grinds his length against my butt, spreads my legs, and positions his head at the pool of moisture right there at my entrance.
    “Hope you’re ready,” he says.
    He punches in and starts out slow. Push and slow drag out. Punch and slow drag out. Punch and out and punch —“oh God!”— and PUNCH!
    “RICARDO!”
    His hand curls around my shoulder, comes over my throat, pressing just enough to scare me. “Beast. Beast. Beast.”
    “Beast,” I repeat.
    “You like my cock inside you?”
    “Yes!”
    He thrusts.
    “You need my cock inside you?”
    “ Yes.” The word shudders from my mouth. “My pussy is so full!”
    Another thrust. Pull out. Thrust in. I’m pressed against the glass of the window. Eyes shut. His cock is gliding in and out of me. I clench around him.
    “Picture my mouth on your clit,” he breathes into my ear. “After this, I’m going to suck your clit.”
    It throbs .
    With one strong thrust, he buries his cock a little deeper. I’m filled . Filled so thoroughly I scoot on my knees so I can spread my legs a little more. Take more of him.
    “Imagine my mouth on your