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his hips. I didn't stand a chance, it wasn't even fair!
    “How are you even real?” I was twenty-four and my dating life was pathetic. My brother and his friends always scared off the bad boys that liked me. All that was left were the safe wimps. Guys that were handsome enough, but never excited me in any way.
    Mal was the only one to ever make my blood boil, in the best and worst possible ways. I may have loved him and then hated him, but I've always desired him.
    I couldn't tear my eyes off his amazing body. His hip bones stole my attention until I saw the bulge of his cock snake down his leg. Shit! I never realized Mal was so hung. My pulse rang in my ears like a downpour on a tin roof. After he'd left me, I'd masturbated wondering what this moment would've been like.
    That's why I didn't stop him when he hooked rough fingers through the spaghetti straps that crossed over my chest and ran down my back. With an easy drag, the thin chords slipped over each shoulder and the bodice began to sag.
    I couldn't believe it was finally happening. I was terrified but incredibly anxious, my whole body seemed to cry out for his touch.
    “You're about to find out how real I am.” And in a flash of motion Mal was on his knees and my dress was around my ankles. “Fuck. I never imagined you'd look so damn good.”
    Seeing him look up at me in awe made me feel like he was worshiping me. A shiver of lusty excitement ran through my body. It was every fantasy I'd ever had rolled into one moment.
    “I'm a little chilly,” I lied, drunkenly trying to explain away the tremor.
    “Don't worry, I'll heat you up so much that you'll be praying for rain.” Mal ran his hands up my thighs. I was already so wet and he had barely touched me. I worried I might turn into a puddle of Jello at any second.
    I squeaked with surprise when Mal stood up and grabbed my waist, hoisting me into the air. I couldn't help but laugh at my reaction.
    “You like that? Getting thrown around?” Mal spoke directly into my stomach. His prickling stubble felt like an exfoliating loofah, but the tinge of pain felt so good. He placed me on his motorcycle and laid my back over the handlebars. “I bet you've never been eaten out on a bike before either.”
    “No,” I swallowed hard. I was terrible at sex talk, maybe it was because I never had any practice. The faint scent of gasoline, grease and sweat intoxicated me. It was all just so manly and not at all what I was used to.
    “Good.” Mal had no such hang ups. Each silky word that rolled off his tongue stoked the fire that was raging inside of me. “Hold on to the handlebars. I'm going to give you the most intense climax you've ever had in your life, and I don't want you falling off before I’m done with you.”
    I laughed, letting my head fall backward. It was all I could do to prevent myself from crying with excitement, fear and passion. All those jumbled emotions doubled when he peeled back the sopping wet cotton of my panties.
    My naked pussy tightened at the cool air that washed over it and then instantly spasmed when his steaming hot tongue laid across it.
    “Oh wow, okay!” Shit, I sounded like a giant nervous dork.
    “Kait, relax. I'm not going to hurt you.” I could feel his lips move against my delicate folds, each word threatened to break me apart. “The safe word can be banana.”
    “I love bananas...” I said, semi-coherently. I was too focused on the waves of pleasure his tongue and lips sent through my clit to understand what he was saying. “I mean, don't stop!”
    I didn't need to explain, Mal knew what I meant. He always had. Growing up sometimes I think Mal understood me better than I did myself. That was another reason it hurt so bad when he had left, it felt like a piece of me was missing.
    Apparently that piece of me was white-hot lust, because what he was doing to my pussy was borderline overwhelming. His tongue pushed back my petals, teasingly slipping in and out of my slit. I could