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Her hand closed around me, stroking me a few times.

“Please, Nino,” she pleaded, her hips rocking against my palm, her walls squeezing my fingers.

“Please what?” I demanded, my teeth nipping her earlobe, feeling her pussy tighten in response.

“I need you inside me,” she said, making my cock twitch.

“Try again,” I said, smiling a bit at her little whimper. “Please what?” I asked.

“Please fuck me,” she demanded.

“Good girl,” I murmured, pulling my fingers out of her, hitching up her leg, and slamming my cock deep.

“Hard,” she demanded, arms going around my neck, holding on.

So that was what she got.

Hard.

Deep.

Up and through a shaking orgasm.

Then I slid out of her, pressing a hand to her shoulder, pushing her down to her knees.

Her eyes were molten as she looked up at me, as I grabbed a handful of her hair, and tugged, as her lips parted, and I pressed my cock into her mouth.

Hands grabbing the back of her neck, I held her still as I fucked her mouth.

I was already so fucking far gone.

It didn’t take long.

With her lips around me, with her making little moaning sounds like she was getting off on my lack of control as I fucked her mouth harder, faster, deeper, until I was coming down her throat.

We fixed ourselves up after, then I hit the button, and we walked out of the lobby with devilish little smiles on our mouths.

“So what now?” she asked as we pulled into her driveway and I put the car in park.

“What do you mean?” I asked, looking over at her.

“I don’t know,” she said. “I just need to know what happens next.”

“With what?”

“With us,” she said, and there was a vulnerability there, an insecurity, that I hadn’t heard before.

My arm reached out, fingers snagging her chin, forcing her head up, and turning it to face me.

“Now we date,” I told her. “Like any normal man and woman. Without drive-bys, safe houses, or kidnappings.”

“That almost sounds dull,” she said, giving me that megawatt smile.

“It leaves more time for fucking,” I reasoned.

“That is a great point,” she decided. “But how do we date?” she asked. “I haven’t exactly been a big serious dater,” she admitted.

“Me either,” I told her. “I figure it means, we do the shit we need to do during the day. Work shit. Then we meet up after if we are feeling like it.”

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