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starts to quiver.
    Come on, Logan. Think. Do I really want to fuck this girl again? Okay, stupid question, but should I? And why do I feel so on edge? Is it because she thought ahead and got rid of my means of escape?
    My next thought is quickly erased with the supple feel of her breast as she mounts me. Her slender hand forces mine to cup her breast, while she leans forward on me, using her other hand to insert my erect cock inside her. Biting her lip, she pulls her hand back as she slowly slides down, her eyes fluttering. She reaches out and grabs hold of my vest and, in one swift move, rips it in half.
    Dios mío!
    That probably shouldn’t have turned me on as much as it has, seeing as it is my only top, but my god...
    “I love you, Braden,” she moans as my hands slowly slide down her torso to rest on her hips.
    She begins moving slowly against me, and I push up harder, thrusting deeper as she casts out a yelp of joy. I hold her steady, stopping her from moving against me. “My name is Logan.”
    She looks down at me and shrugs. “Whatever. Just fuck me, okay?”
    This girl is classy. Where was she when I was a frustrated teenager? The only problem I have, other than being called my best friend’s name, is that she also used the “L” word. I try to close my eyes and get back in the mood because, heaven knows, my dick is having a great time. He is in his element but, ironically, I feel like the third wheel at a wedding.
    “So...,” I begin, the words whizzing and whirring through my head like a hive of angry bees. “You love Braden?”
    She doesn’t answer. Instead, she continues rocking back and forth, her fingertips light and persistent, scratching against my chest. “Choke me,” she groans.
    Her answer flummoxes me a little. So now she wants me to torture it out of her? That sick feeling that had begun in the bottom of my stomach when I realised she must have taken my clothes begins to churn again. A few minutes tick by while she continues to buck to and fro, her hair occasionally draping over the two of us, encapsulating us in that moment like a wreath of Spanish moss, removing us from the room, from the world, making it difficult to keep my head on straight, especially with the uneasy feeling of the possible condition of this woman’s sanity. She cups my hands and slides them up her bare body, resting them on the nape of her neck. “Choke. Me,” she cries.
    Something really doesn’t feel right but, being the gentleman I am, I can hardly tell the woman no. So I start to exert a little bit of pressure. Her eyes widen, her riding begins to become more manic, her hands claw my bare skin. I wince in pain, as the continued rhythm she offers begins to draw me closer to climax. It occurs to me then that I am riding “bareback”, and my heart begins to hammer in my chest. The sinking feeling that had been overshadowed by the fact that my head was in the clouds, wondering about my clothes, wondering about this lady’s mental well-being… I should have left the place in the early hours of the morning like I had planned. I should have gotten out while I had a chance, naked or not.
    “Oh, my fucking god. I’m coming… I’m coming… I’m…”
    I am starting to panic that I may have squeezed a little too hard because her voice is coming through raspy and strained. She is gasping for air…and loving every minute. Her hand catches on my nipple bar, and my body tenses. I had gotten my nipple pierced to prove I don’t hate my nipples being grabbed, when I do. I must’ve been purple-nurpled severely as a child, only I can’t recall it. The minute I do, I feel like an animal being startled by rumbling thunder.
    My body is rigid. As she bucks and wails, a warm and wet sensation comes over me, but I’m not going to come. I am too freaked out to. As long as I didn’t think of Mac, especially like she was last night… The red velvet hugging her body, fitting to her like a glove. Her breasts, her long legs,