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    Rocking my hips pushed my erection into the dip of her ass. Grinding, I liked what I felt—but I wanted a better visual. Peeling my boxers down, my cock bounced into view, heavy with its arousal.
    “Kite,” she mewled, bucking into me and ruining my self-control. She'd done it herself, dug my stiff length between her plush cheeks. The sight had my heart on the verge of exploding. I couldn't handle this. I ached to feel her tight cunt again.
    “You're ridiculous,” I groaned, ripping her panties until they shredded, becoming useless fragments on the kitchen floor. The elastic snapped, Marina gasped, and I could hear nothing but the blood in my ear drums. “How? How are you so perfect?” I asked, pushing her supple legs apart with my palms. Her pussy spread, pink and tempting.
    Sliding my cock along her entrance, I saw strings of her juice clinging to the veined length. Each slow stroke stole more of her, until my whole cock was shining without even going inside. Leaning away, I watched the web of sticky need follow me. It tied us together, connected us at our most basic parts.
    She didn't like how long I was taking. Glancing over her shoulder, Marina eyed me with passion bordering on anger. “Stop teasing me, Kite.”
    “I like teasing you,” I said, gripping her wide hips and yanking her against me. Pre-come dripped from my swollen head, glistening on her ass cheek. “I like hearing you pant, and moan, and feeling your nerve endings go haywire.” I liked everything about this girl...
    Except for her future.
    Groaning low, she went to push off the wall and turn. Smoothly, I wrapped her hair in one hand and shoved her cheek back to the cool surface. Her tiny squeak had my cock growing harder, impossibly harder. “God, you fucking love that,” I whispered. Her body was scalding, liquid dripping down her inner thighs. “If you get any wetter, we'll slip on the tiles.”
    Marina trembled, closing the one eye I could see. Her answer was to rock into me, giving away how much she truly needed my dick in her. With my free hand, I pet the outside of her bare pussy. Her clit was easy to find, swollen beyond belief.
    One, tiny graze of my fingertip, and she surrendered. “Please, just fuck me!”
    Bending close, I nuzzled her ear and inhaled. “That was all I wanted to hear.” Gripping the base of my shaft, I spread her wetness and drove inside. Her cunt rippled over me, sign language for 'never leave me again.' Or, that was how I pictured it. A guy can dream.
    My lips found her shoulder, kissing the smooth skin. I let her hair go so I could hold both sides of her hourglass waist, using it for leverage. I didn't want dainty strokes. I needed to fuck this woman, and I wanted it to be hard.
    Marina squealed, nails curled on the wall. She used it, pushing off to meet each of my thrusts. She'd given into her lust; maybe from the moment I'd kissed her. I didn't know, I didn't care about when she'd broken. Just that she had.
    Deep to the root, I felt the tingles of her orgasm begin. If who finished first was a contest, Marina won. Hissing through her teeth, she threw back her head as the waves hit. The delicious, crushing spasms of her climax on my still pounding cock was pushing me over.
    Lord help me, I bit her shoulder as the first hot spikes of pleasure possessed me. The vision of her getting pregnant was too much for my conscience, though. Against all odds, I ignored the primal ache to fill her with my warm come. Backing out, my pulsing cock-head rested on the top of her heart-shaped ass. Thick, pearly seed coated her skin as I gasped.
    Fuck. That had been insanely close.
    Shaking, I let her go and stepped back. Sweat coated my skin in the cool apartment, a temperature I was now grateful for. Fumbling for a paper towel from the counter, I handed it to her. Seeing her covered in my come was erotic as fuck. “Sorry,” I said unconvincingly.
    “No, that was... it was the right move.” Cleaning herself off, she