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stark contrast of the cold, smooth tile and harsh grout as my back slides down it and my ass hits the floor of this—yet another brilliant fuck-up—stupid-ass, shitty motel shower stall. I let my face fall into my hands, grab two fistfuls of hair, and yank.
    When it doesn’t satisfy the pain I am seeking to stifle the repulsion I feel saturating my insides over my actions, I slam my head back... Once, twice… On the third slam, my vision tunnels and I see stars.
    As the scalding-hot water trickles, running down my hair and my face, I slam that motherfucker back even harder a fourth time. I want to crack my fucking head open. I’m on the brink of attempting just that when I realize I can’t.
    I can’t smash my skull against the shower stall until I fade into oblivion. I can’t because then Lil will be stuck in this godforsaken hellhole all by herself.
    FUCK !
    What the fucking hell was I thinking? I should have just taken her home is what I should have done, but that thought alone has my sinister laughter bouncing off the four-by-four bathroom walls. There was no way in hell I was going to take her little ass home. Not tonight. And probably not in the morning either.
    I can only dry so much of myself off with this half a fucking towel that prick in the motel office gave me. After I’m somewhat dried off, I toss my t-shirt and boxer briefs back on and leave the tiny bathroom to go check on my firecracker.
    Lying on nothing but a fuckin’ mattress on the floor, just the sight of her causes my breath catch in my throat, she’s splayed out across the bed. The t-shirt of mine that she’s wearing has crept up, and I can make out the bottom swells of both her breasts peeking out.
    Fuckin’ blond hair around her in waves, she looks like every man’s wet dream, the embodiment of sensuality and purity all rolled up into one little firecracker. My firecracker.
    I lie beside her as gently as I can and pull the sheet that’s tangled in knots around her thighs and knees back up around her.
    I swear I have no intention of touching her.
    I want to. Jesus Christ, I want to, but I don’t. Until she moans deep in her throat and moves closer to me before molding her little body around mine. I still refuse to move. I can’t. No... I won’t let this be the first time I sink into Lil.
    She pulls her thigh around my waist, pressing her breasts with nipples so hard they could cut through glass up against my side. When her fucking hips start rubbing her hot little pussy against my hipbone and a moan rumbles through her chest, only two words hit me .
    Fuck it .
    I lose all mental function. All cognizant thought leaves me as every ounce of my blood rushes and swells my cock, causing it to throb in agony.
    My dick, not my head, has me on top of her in the next second...contemplating my strategy, my next move, that will immediately ensure I’m so fucking deep inside Lil that it makes my eyes cross.
    I’ve never felt anything so purely instinctual and primal.
    All I know is, I just caught my prey...and I’m fucking starving, dammit. For Lil and Lil alone.
    Her heavy-lidded eyes flutter open. I watch her face as confusion clouds her features, but as quickly as it came, it’s already gone and replaced with a shy little smile that makes the same weird shit happen in my chest and gut that only Lil is associated with.
    “Hey, sleepy girl. I’m glad you woke up.”
    She moans, stretching through a yawn. “Hey, baby. What time is it?”
    “Three thirty, maybe four.” This girl has no idea what she is doing to me. “You get warm, Lil?”
    “I did.”
    “Mmm.” I slowly slide the sheet away from her body. I’m fucking scared of moving too fast. “Good, then I can get this mummy suit off of you.”
    After I’ve removed the sheet from her body, I use my knee to nudge her legs apart and settle myself between them. I keep my upper body weight braced on my elbows, which are now resting on either side of her head.
    Looking down into her