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sexier than a woman in a man’s shirt.
    Just as I get the shirt over my head, I hear a loud crashing sound come from the living room. I run out into the living room not even caring that I could be showing my goods off.
    Our eyes lock, as I stare at his broken phone on the floor. He stalks over to me, as if I’m prey. I back away fully intent on getting away from him, but come to a screeching halt.
    He leans into me his scent surrounding me. He smells like man, and sweetness. Like a cupcake that I want to take a huge fucking bite of.
    “Tell me fucking stop. Beg me, and I will.” His voice is barely above a whisper and I shake my head not wanting to tell him no any longer. His lips descend on mine with viciousness. I know if we do this there’s no going back.
    He braces himself on each side of me, his muscles straining as he pushes into me. There’s anger in him that needs unleashed. A love that needs sparked.
    I bite his lip hard; as he takes my tongue into his mouth His once gentle grip on me is now hard, as he feels his way under my ass lifting me up. His height is against us, and I almost want to laugh out at the awkward positioning.
    Holding me against the wall he uses on e hand to brace us and the other to explore all the hidden areas of my body. As if he’s mapping each part individually.
    “ You’re so fucking sexy.” He whispers against my neck as he laps at my skin. I surrender to his touches, his hidden promises, and his kisses. Two fingers enter me, in a wild rage. The pain and pleasure a delicious feeling. His movements hit that one spot that turns me to mush. 
    He re linquishes me turning me around to face the wall in turn causing me to whimper from the need to have him inside of me. He takes his shirt off, then strips off his pants, and underwear.
    “I’m going to fuck you long and hard, just how I’ve always wanted to.” He grits out pushing my shirt up and tearing my panties clear off. I rub my legs together to relieve some of the need.
    “Fuck me.” I beg. I’m practically panting as I tur n my head round looking at him over my shoulder. That fucking smirk is plastered on his face and I feel myself getting wetter, if that’s even possible.
    “Do you want it long and hard, or soft, and slow? Or do you want both? Either way my cock is going in that tight, sweet pussy.”
    I clench as his words swim around my head. “I don’t care how you give it to me, just fuck me Corey.” I growl out, raw emotions coming to the surface. His fingers dig into my hips as he places himself at my entrance. I try my hardest to press back against him, needing relief from the pressure building deep inside of me. 
    Suddenly a s mack lands on my ass hard, just as the pain is felt it’s eased away as he rubs the spot he hit. I growl out in desperation afraid he may not give me my release. I feel him, his hands, his body, his smell surrounds me and I’m hyper aware of him. My body, mind, and soul breathe him. Just as I’m about to turn around and tell him to fuck me he slams into me balls deep, so I can feel every delicious inch of him.
    “You feel so fucking good. Just like I always knew you would.” His grip and pace turns feverish. In seconds I find myself on that ledge, ready to teeter off into the oblivion. A blinding light forms behind my eyes as the wave of nirvana washes over us.
    His grip grows tighter as he pumps into me, pouring every last drop of his release into me. From this moment on, I know Corey will have a piece of my heart. No, if I’m being honest, he will own even more; as he has always owned a large portion. I’m his, whether I wanted to admit it or not. 
    Our bodies are slick with sweat, and the euphoria we’re in has neither of us able to move from our current positions.
    “That was….”
    “Amazing, I know.” He mumbles into my hair, his breath tickling my neck. Okay, so all the talk about his skills in the bedroom weren’t a lie. I put my cheek against the wall allowing the