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couch and turn on the TV, flipping channels until something catches my eye. Glancing at the clock I notice it's nine, so I shoot Carlie a text to make sure she's ok.
    Twenty minutes later I hear her car in the driveway.  I lay back and close my eyes as I hear her fumbling with the door lock. I immediately smell the stench of cigarettes and booze as she stumbles in. She attempts to tiptoe around the couch but her purse smacks the wall loudly. I lay there acting like I'm asleep but intently listening.  She sits her phone down on the table and makes her way to the bedroom.
    I stay there for a bit longer and I hear her turning on the water in the bathroom. I'm not usually one to distrust her, but I grab her phone and scroll through her texts. I see where she read mine and ignored it and then I see these flirty messages between her and a number that's seems oddly familiar.  Furious, I back out of her messages and convince myself I'm over thinking and reading more into this than necessary. I place her phone back on the table and ease quietly into the bedroom and lay down.
    She stumbles out of the bathroom and crawls into bed slapping me in the face with her damp hair. In a few minutes she's hard and fast asleep and I lay there, unable to shake this sudden horrible feeling. Sleep finally finds me and those messages just keep playing in my dreams.
    I wake up to the buzzing of my alarm clock, reaching over to hit the snooze. Laying there, staring up at the ceiling, I try to ignore the many questions plaguing my thoughts. Looking over at the beauty lying next to me I can't help but smile and push the doubt to the farthest recesses of my mind. I roll myself closer to her and kiss her cheek.
    "Hi," she says with a yawn and wraps her arms around me.
    Breathing in her perfume I kiss her forehead,
    "Hi," I say pulling her closer. Immediately I feel the blood rushing everywhere but my brain and the raw lust takes over. 
    The combination of her touch and the repressed anger of last night are too much. I am clearly too hard for any foreplay and I just want to be inside her so I quickly take off my shirt as Carlie removes her own. I rest my head against hers and begin kissing her deeply, passionately.  Her soft pink lips feel so good against mine. Carlie places her hand over my dick and caresses it sweetly, moving her hand up and down over the soft fabric of my pants. I moan into her mouth, as my own kisses becoming more intense. She smiles and I pick my head up as she unties my pajama bottoms, pushing them down. I am so hot at this point I rip her panties off quickly, literally ripping them at the seams. She giggles at the tattered remains of black lace. Climbing on top of her I flick her clit and she moans. I take my fingers and rub her wetness on the tip of my dick before sliding in. Starting with slow and steady thrusts she licks her lips and pulls me further into her. Her fingernails scratch down my back as I increase the tempo.
    Stopping for a moment to kiss her I notice a small, bluish red, mark on her shoulder. Anger flows through me as does to need for release. I close my eyes and try to focus my anger, I want to get off, not hurt her. Thrusting faster and harder I can feel my orgasm building.  She reaches down with one hand and circles her clit as I pound into her. She cries out as waves of pleasure take her and the rhythmic tightening pushes me over the edge. I groan in an animalistic way as I pump one last time filling her with come. 
    All the frustration, all the anger and questions are washed away in that moment. Kissing the tip of her nose I get up handing her a towel. "I'm getting in the shower, want to join me?" I ask opening the bathroom door. 
    "No, I'm going to change these sheets," she says. I nod and close the bathroom door.
    She leaves for work and my phone begins to ring. Slowly crawling out of bed I reach for it. It's Josh.       
    "Hello?" I groan.
    "Hey, you feel like hitting the gym today?" He