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don’t want to hear your lies. Get your hands off me, Victor. I loved your mother. That’s the only reason I’m not going to have you back in prison today . Only if you let go of my arm.”
    I give her a little shake. Her eyes burn into me, and as my throat clenches with fury I feel my cock stiffen. God, she’s beautiful.
    “Let. Go,” she repeats.
    “No.”
    “Get off of-“
    Before she finishes the sentence I have her up against the wall, my lips crushed against hers. It’s been so goddamn long, almost five years since I’ve touched a woman. Hell, for five years I didn’t even smell a woman. If you told me maybe ten years ago I’d go five years without a good lay I’d tell you I’d be fucking everything that moves when I was done.
    All I want is her.
    There’s not even a moment of resistance. She kisses me back hard, hungrily, so hot. It’s like swallowing a warm spoonful of honey. Whoever called her the ice queen was dead wrong. Her skin burns under my hands. I slip my arms under her jacket, feel her heat under her silk blouse. The feeling reminds me of slipping under a blanket with her, feeling her warmth against me as   we lay intertwined.
    One hand moves up her stomach and I squeeze her breast through blouse and bra, and she moans softly in to my mouth. Her hands stop pulling at my blazer and instead start hiking up her skirt, up over her hips. Jesus, there’s already a wet spot on her underwear. She starts pushing them down, I pull them down, rip them to her knees and slide my hand between her legs. Her arousal is slick on my fingers, but I just hold her, cup my hand against her sex. A soft sound escapes her lips and she bucks and rolls her hips, grinding on my hand. I push her into the wall and slip my arm around her as her arms wrap around my neck.
    My cock is raging, iron hard. I want to fuck her so bad. I could fuck her right here on the floor, I don’t care. I want to explode inside her, feel her quiver around me as I make her cum. My finger slides inside her and it comes back to me, like muscle memory. I know exactly where and how to touch her to get the reaction I want, sliding my finger against just the right spot while I move my palm against her clit. She hugs me tighter and pushes her chin in to my shoulder, trembling. Her leg lifts up. All I have to do is get these pants down and get inside her. I have never been this hard.
    I want to fuck her but I want to taste her more. I drop to my knees and she knots her fingers in my hair, pushes me forward as her hips cant towards me, and I suck on her clit as I slip a second finger into her body and start pumping, finger fucking her while I eat her pussy. She never makes a sound, no louder than a squeak or a sharp inhalation, but she’s so fucking wet I think I might need to roll up my sleeve, a silly thought in the absurd joy of her taste. She tastes and smells just like I remember and I pull my hand away to clamp down on her hips with both hands and bury my face in her hot, sopping wet cunt. I want to get my tongue inside her. She’s shaking now, barely in control of herself, and claps one hand over her mouth. Her other is twisting my hair so hard it hurts.
    Just like old times. She used to pull my hair, scratch my back until I bed and beg me more, more . A few times she even bit me.
    “Please,” she pleads in a breathy voice, before pressing her hand to her mouth.
    Her eyes are wide open.
    I ease off. No, not yet. She’s not allowed to cum until I want her to. My fingers enter her again as I stand up, yank her hand away and she kisses me as I pin her to the wall and very, very slowly slide my fingers forward and back, curling them just a little to make her knees shake. I swallow her moans as my tongue invades her mouth. I make her taste her pussy while I pleasure her. Her legs are shaking like leaves now, her stomach trembles, and her nails dig into my arms.
    Cum. Cum for me you fucking bitch.
    Her pussy squeezes my fingers. I just hold them