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behind me, inside me, all around me.
    “Move, Sorin!” I exclaimed, and I almost cried out when he did, pulling back and then pushing in and then doing it again and again.
    Eyes still closed, forehead against the wall, I dropped my hand to his thick arm, squeezed his wrist as he rocked inside me, his low grunts and my breathy sighs the only sounds in the room. And with each thrust, each flex of his powerful arm in my hand, he dismantled me.
    I wasn’t like this, wasn’t one to give myself to a man, wasn’t one to be taken, but this…with him was different. I couldn’t do anything, didn’t want to do anything but feel him plowing inside me, stirring pleasure that ripped at me as strong and fierce as any anger he’d ever made me feel.
    Stronger.
    Strong enough that I soon felt that charge in my stomach, one that I often only found with my own hand. I slammed my eyes closed, my fingers digging into his arm as my pussy clamped tight around his shaft. My body pulled tight, then went slack, his arm around me, his cock inside me the only things keeping me upright.
    I breathed out harshly, somehow choking back the scream that wanted to emerge and let the pleasure take me, the electricity shooting through my body. He stilled behind me, his cock pulsing inside me as he emptied himself into the latex.
    We stayed there for a moment, just long enough for my heart to calm and my mind to accept what had happened, but not long enough for me to regret it, at least not yet.
    When he slipped from me, I felt shockingly regretful and tried to turn to cover the feeling.
    “Wait,” he said, again pressing that big hand at the small of my back.
    Then he pulled my underwear and pants back up and even buttoned them. I waited until I heard his zipper close and then turned to face him, somewhat grateful his face was still in shadow.
    “See you later,” he said. And then, before I responded, he left.

Five
    S orin

    I ’d gone to Esther’s on a lark, convinced that we could fuck out the weirdness between us and get on with things. What I hadn’t anticipated were the thoughts of her and how she’d felt plaguing me for over a week, leaving me in a continually frustrated state. And as time had passed, I’d become more and more convinced Esther was the only cure for the perpetual hard-on I’d been sporting since I’d left her house.
    “Pardon me,” Esther said the following Sunday evening as she brushed past me in the hallway.
    I lifted a brow at her, and she narrowed her eyes, her nostrils flaring slightly with her deep exhale. It was the first glimpse of the real her I’d seen all night, and I welcomed it.
    After I flashed her a quick smile, she turned on her heel and stomped back toward the dining room, but before she took a second step, I locked my arms around her waist and pulled her to me.
    “Your ass looks good in those pants. Feels better against my cock though,” I said, voice low in her ear.
    I felt the shiver she tried to suppress, her deep breaths, and the slight little wiggle she gave her hips.
    “Unhand me, Sorin,” she said, her voice firm, almost haughty.
    I chuckled. “‘Unhand me, Sorin,’” I mimicked as I pulled her closer and ground against her. “I can. If you want. Or I can do this.”
    I trailed my lips down the shell of her ear, nipped at her earlobe as I spread my hand wide across the expanse of her stomach and pushed her against me harder, my cock nestling between the warm softness of her ass cheeks as if it was meant to be there.
    I couldn’t see her face, but I didn’t have to see her internal struggle. It was evident in her body, her fingers wrapped tight around my wrist as if she wanted to break my hold, her body molded against mine as if she never wanted to leave me.
    Slow at first, and then with increasing speed, I moved my hand in a big circle, brushing the undersides of her breasts but not lingering in one spot for too long. I hadn’t even seen all of her, but I needed to know as much as I