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pants. The tender squeezing, the curious stroking, the ticklish butterfly pats, it was all driving him nuts.
    He’d always liked lots of fooling around first. He was generously endowed and he’d figured out from the start of his sex life that if he wanted the girl to like it and ask for more, he had to go slow and max out on the foreplay. This necessity had never weighed upon him, however, since wallowing in the juicy intricacies of womens’ bodies for hours was his idea of hog heaven.
    But if she kept petting, he was going to lose it and go at her like a wild boar in rut. He clamped his hand over hers and pried it off his cock for the moment. Then he slid his hand down into the silky wet fuzz on her mound.
    He teased his way inside the damp seam, swirling his finger around in her hot lube, like some slick, delicious oil. His thumb glided around her clit, searching for spots that made her shiver and moan, and thrust his finger right up into the tight clutch of her pussy.
    Her plush, cushiony cunt felt great, clenching and releasing with her upper thighs. Head thrown back, eyes closed, she looked even more beautiful.
    Need clawed at him, but she was too tight, too small. He had to make her come first, till she was boneless, limp, flooded with lube. That took time.
    And he was losing his mind, very pleasurably. Starting to forget why giving this red hot sex kitten screaming orgasms until the sun came up was not a great idea.
    Awareness of the danger only hours away lingered in the back of his mind, but she was about to come and he couldn’t stop himself for going for it. He could feel it building in her body, in her trembling lips, in her pussy, jerking against his hand—
    It hit, a glittering sugar rush of girl pleasure, throbbing through her and back through him by reflex. Her pussy tightened hard around his finger in ripples of warmth, licking and lapping over every nerve.
    They rocked together, heads cradled on each others’ shoulders. His nose nuzzled her wet hair. He felt her sharp teeth against his shoulder and a hot, wet stroke from her pink tongue. That was it. He hoped to God she was ready, because he sure as hell was.
    He jerked his pants down, let his cock spring up against her belly, raring to go. He gripped her ass cheeks and hoisted her up against the wall, tilting his hips for the plunge—
    “Do you, um, have any condoms?”
    The reasonable question penetrated the fog of lust in his head like a fine needle. Sharp and irritating, poking him.
    “Huh?” He shook his head, confused. “What the fuck…?”
    “Looked like you were going for it. Gotta have protection, right?” She licked a sheen of sweat from her upper lip. Her mouth was flushed, blurred from his kissing.
    “I don’t have one.”
    Her eyes fluttered. “Oh. That’s, ah, bad. So I guess we can’t, then. I guess I thought you’d just, ah, pull some latex out of a hat.”
    Frustration built up inside him. “Do I look like I’m wearing a fucking hat?”
    She winced. “Figure of speech. Can’t we do some of those other great things you suggested before?”
    Two startling thoughts occurred to him. One, if he hadn’t thought she was too weirdly innocent to be a call girl, he was convinced of it now.
    The second thought, barely glimpsed through the haze of lust in his mind, was that she had offered him an out.
    He’d been hurtling into the tunnel of doom. She’d just saved him. He should be grateful to her. Hah. Right now all he wanted was to mess with her mind a little, for tying a knot in his cock.
    His grip tightened on her hips. “Nope,” he said. “No condoms here. No drugstore for miles. You take your chances.”
    Her eyes got big. “Oh. Um, that’s not very smart—”
    “No,” he said. “It’s not.”
    “I don’t even know your name,” she whispered.
    He snorted. “Yeah? That just occurred to you now?”
    He wanted to tell her his name. First, last, aliases. He wanted to be naked with her. Inside her. Now, damnit.