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over my head as we stumble into the hallway and he presses me against the wall. I run my hands over his starched white shirt and absolutely luxuriate in the heat pouring from his muscled chest and shoulders. I never knew a body like his existed in the everyday world, he’s shaped like a superhero, wide shoulders, narrow waist, and I can’t even let myself contemplate the perfection of his round-smooth-hard-drive-me-out-of-my-mind-can’t-keep-my-hands-away-it-doesn’t-get-any-better-than-this-gorgeous-ass! He’s quick with his shirt buttons, stopping half way down and dragging the shirt up over his head, tossing it aside as I force my fingers to stop shaking as I unbuckle his belt, unbutton, unzip, and he springs free. I want to shout, I wanna come, I want him inside me but he pushes my hands away, gathers them at the wrists and lifts them over my head.
    “ Fuck! Look at you, beauty. Naked in your high-heels, your pussy is dripping down your thighs, you’re so ready to come, you know that? I’m gonna fuck you to relieve this pain you’ve caused me, then I’m gonna bury my face between your legs and make you scream. That sound like a plan?”
    “Excellent p-plan….” I say and his lips cover mine, one big hand traps my arms above my head and the other smooths over my breast, pinches the nipple hard, I stifle a scream, and arch toward him for more. His hand slides over my ribs, my belly, and when he pushes two fingers inside me I groan so loud the neighbors can probably hear. I don’t care if they do because he’s here, and he is real, and he’s mine, and when he curls those long, thick fingers inside me I am so on the verge of combusting in two seconds flat.
    He lets go of my wrists and my arms twine around his neck, his shoulders, as he lifts me with one strong arm, his fingers jerk out of my pussy and I want them back, pumping, stretching me open. He looks down and his hand sweeps across his balls, I swallow hard as I watch him guide his cock to my entrance, he doesn’t hesitate, just looks into my eyes as my legs circle his waist, and he slams into me hard. My back hits the wall and he thrusts deep and so fucking hard, pounding into my pussy, grinding against my clit, his mouth on my lips, jaw, neck, everywhere. My hands are tangled in his hair so I can hold his mouth to my skin, his hands cup my ass and hold me steady against this rough, desperate, necessary assault. We’re both sweating, moaning, incoherent words and savage grunts pour out into the room, and I clench so hard around his cock that he shudders and curses and we both jerk and stiffen and come, and he holds me as we slide to the floor, landing with a thud, my body on top of his, and we’re physically, emotionally— just totally drained.
    When he can finally move he carries me to the bed and lays me down on the bare mattress. He gives me a light kiss, nuzzles my neck, and disappears into the bathroom. He’s back in a flash with a warm, wet cloth, he spreads my legs and glides it gently over my thighs, my sex.
    “How’s that feel, you doing okay, beauty?”
    “Feels good, really good… I’m fantastic….”
    “Are you on birth control, Scarlet?” He asks and his voice falters a little. “We didn’t use anything… I got carried away.”
    “Fuck! No, I’m not. I was… I haven’t refilled my pills, thought I’d give my body a break. Oh shit,” I say and spring up and go into the bathroom to pee and wash his warm, thick cum out of my body.
    I lock the door behind me, he’s seen every inch of my body, but I’ll be damned if I’ll let him see me peeing or desperately washing myself down there . He knocks lightly and tells me not to freak out, we’ll stop by the pharmacy and pick up something, the morning-after pill, whatever I want to do is fine. I’m hyperventilating because I definitely am freaking out. I’m counting off the days in my head, where am I in my cycle? I’m twenty-two, we barely know each other, we do not need a