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she teased.
    I took a deep breath. “Married?” I asked.
    â€œYes,” she said, revealing the dazzling ring.
    â€œHappily?”
    â€œHe’s a developer,” she answered. Her eyes cut with disdain above her high cheekbones that I was noticing for the first time. “Spends more time staring at vacant land and blueprints than he does me.”
    â€œHe’s crazy. You’re worth more than that,” I said, the temptation evident as the danger from earlier subsided.
    â€œThank you. But a new shopping center in Pearland or The Woodlands is what gives him a hard-on.”
    â€œMaybe his shit doesn’t work like it used to.”
    â€œDoes yours?”
    â€œMost definitely,” I answered like the young stud she needed me to be. Wanted to taste her moist caverns, run my mouth across her golden hills, erect my own tower atop her plains, and drill to unknown depths until I hit a gusher.
    â€œThen why are we talking about him when we should be fucking?”
    â€œYou don’t even know my name.”
    â€œYou would probably tell me a lie anyway.”
    â€œTrue,” I said, discarding the fake eyeglasses I’d been wearing.
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    â€œSí, sí, sí,” she chanted, her ass dancing wildly as I rode her doggy-style. On her knees, she engulfed my dick as if her pussy were insatiable. Be it inches or centimeters, she took it all, metric or conventional be damned, for neither could measure the depths of her hunger.
    Hotel Derek is what I’d suggested, having a room already set aside for Anthony’s challenge. Instead, she took me to a home in The Heights. Not her home though. One of their extra properties they had on the market. Fully furnished. Too nice a bed to be stared at by potential buyers.
    The ceiling fan overhead clipped the streetlight cutting through the blinds, granting us an eerie audience of shadows on the walls. Her black dress and sandals lay in a hastily formed heap in the doorway.
    â€œUm . . . harder,” she begged. “Shit, you’re making me cum.”
    Her nails clawed at the sheets as if trying to escape my grasp. I brought my hands over hers, intertwining our fingers. My pelvis smacked against her ass as I pushed harder into that luscious, creamy center. She thrust her full, round hips back into me, another orgasm claiming her as she took me on a magical ride.
    â€œDoes he fuck you like this?” I whispered in her ear, my hips working around and around. I corkscrewed in and out until she lay on her stomach, her feet dangling off the bed.
    â€œNo! No! No!” she screamed emphatically, tears streaming down her face as our bodies moved in rhythm. Her legs bent, feet curled up toward me like a yoga master. She braced her arms underneath, pushing herself up and arching her back to form an almost perfect “C” beneath me. Her sexual prime being fulfilled was almost a religious experience. “Please, please don’t stop,” she pleaded, for fear of losing the revelation of which she was in the midst.
    Iris.
    Her name was Iris. She felt the need to share that with me as I’d peeled her dress off her—before I’d kissed down her trembling, naturally tanned body and plunged my face into her damp, steamy pussy.
    She wanted to give more of herself to me than I was willing to accept. What we were doing tonight was instinctual, no thought. Thought takes up too much of my life. Sex is the only time when my thoughts aren’t necessary.
    â€œI . . . I want you to cum,” she growled as she sent another wave of warmth cascading over my swollen dick. Her sweat-covered body shuddered, losing all control and coordination beneath me.
    Pounding harder and deeper into Iris, I appreciated the rare gift she’d given me. I felt it emerging from deep within me; tried to fight it.
    â€œSí,” she hissed. “Do it. Give it to me. Damelo. ”
    My ass cheeks tightened and my eyes rolled