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I reach under myself, stroking my clit as he pulls back and slides in again, not as deep, like he knows how teasing a sensation this is.

He rocks by my entrance for a while, driving me wild with need. “Fuck me,” I tell him, pushing my hips back, slapping into his, using his cock to bring me closer to an orgasm.

“Thought you wanted to ride me,” he says, pulling out entirely and making me growl with frustration.

He pulls me up onto the bed, kissing me again, his hands all over me as mine slide down the muscles of his back. I feel bumps there, ridges and valleys. Old scars? What the hell are they from?

Now is not the time to ask, not while he’s rolling onto his back, pulling me onto him.

I sit on his cock, balancing my hands on his, bouncing up and down on his length, hearing the wet sounds of us fucking.

He stares up at me with a lion’s hunger. “I’m going to come if you keep doing that.”

“Do it,” I reply. “Fucking come in me, Sir.”

He slams his hips up as I move a hand to my clit, kneeling on the bed on either side of his waist, letting him control the speed, my back arching, playing with my tits, making obscene noises at the back of my throat.

“Come in me,” I tell him, clawing at his chest, leaning down to kiss him, his hands on my ass, pawing it wildly. “Give it to me.”

I grind on his pelvis. It does the same job as my hand did on my clit, bringing me right to the brink.

“Oh, fuck,” he says in a low moan. “I’m coming.”

I slam down onto him, and he pushes up at the same instant. Our orgasms hit simultaneously. Mine is made all the stronger by knowing he’s deep inside me, his cock jerking, my pussy muscles contracting around his length.

I remain in place, rocking slower as my body shakes and tingles with delight.

“Oh fuck,” he says again, falling limply onto the bed.

“That was good,” I say, sliding off him and rolling onto my side. “So good.”

He kisses my forehead. “Don’t forget to pee,” he says, stroking my arm with the tips of his fingers. “Don’t want to get a UTI, do you?”

“Sexy talk right there.” I get up and head through to the bathroom. By the time I come back, he’s dressed and straightening his tie in front of my mirror.

“You’re leaving?” I ask, suddenly aware of my nakedness now that he’s looking like nothing ever happened.

“Got shit to do,” he says. “Do me a favor.”

“Call you an asshole for using me for a booty call?”

His face turns cold as he looks at me, like all the warmth in it was just for show. “Forget me,” he says, and it sounds like a command a prison warden might give a new inmate. “Trust me when I tell you it’s for the best that you erase me from your mind.”

He walks out of the room and I’m left in shock at the speed this all happened.

A moment later, the front door of the apartment shuts and then I’m alone. I’m standing naked in the middle of my bedroom, which still smells of him.

All alone.

He fucked me, then ditched me. Well, I guess Valerie was right when she told me he had a terrible reputation.

I cross to the window in time to see him emerging onto the street. “Asshole,” I yell down to him. “Don’t fucking bother coming back.”

The worst thing is he doesn’t even look up. Just gets in the stolen car that brought me back here and vanishes into the night like he was never even here.

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My legs are two pistons, pumping hard as I race for the top. The summit of the bluff is right there at the end of the rabbit trail I’m following. The potential for failure is high. Either side of me are two sheer drop offs. One wrong move and I’m falling eighty, maybe a hundred feet in either direction. I’ll bounce down the jagged scree and land with most of the bones in my body broken, if I survive it at all.

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