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fell to his feet. “I knew, and I’m looking forward to it.”
    She groaned and struggled to stand up, shaking her head. “No. No fucking way are you going to fuck me again.”
    “Wanna bet?”
    She turned and ran towards the bathroom, only to be stopped by him grabbing hold of her arm. He spun her around and shoved her against the wall. Both were breathing hard, staring at each other, him naked, her still in the robe.
    Darius reached for the knot and she slapped his hands away. One eyebrow went up, and he grasped her wrists in one hand and held them up over her head. With his free hand, he easily managed to untie the knot and part her robe.
    She gasped when cool air touched her nipples. They stiffened and were painful, and seemed to beg for attention.
    He didn’t say a word, just brushed one stiff nub with the back of his hand, drawing out a ragged moan from her. A moan she couldn’t hold back. He didn’t smile or act cocky. Another jerk and her robe came off, leaving her naked before him. Darius didn’t break eye contact with her. He pulled her leg up to his waist, moved just slightly, and standing up entered her slow and easy.
    Muscles parted, stretched for the width of his cock. With the drug in her system, her body was more than ready for him and hungry for raw passion, not slow and easy loving. It didn’t even register that her wrists were free and that she was digging her nails into his shoulders until she tried to crawl up on him. Groaning, Darius picked her up. She wrapped both legs around his waist and he began to move steadily within her.
    “Not slow,” she managed to say, shaking her head.
    Groaning again, louder this time, his hands cupped then squeezed her ass as Darius picked up speed. Moving harder—faster—his upward thrusts shoved her body hard against the wall.
    Fuck if it didn’t feel like heaven. Makayla closed her eyes and held on, welcoming each sensation, each bit of pleasure he gave her. And fuck her if it didn’t feel like a drug she was starting to get hooked on.
    The orgasm hit without any kind of warning, and still Darius moved hard and fast. He didn’t slow down, or go easy on her. He just kept right on thrusting, drawing another out another climax on top of the first.
    “Shit!’ she cried out, holding onto him tighter. “What is this shit?”
    Darius didn’t answer her, but kissed her deep. His tongue slipped past her lips and she moaned, sucked on it and held on as he pushed them away from the wall, turned and onto the bed, they bounced. A quick flip and she was on top, looking down at him.
    Common sense told her she should get off right now, but her body refused to listen. With her hands planted on his chest, she moved her hips and took things up a notch. Straightening up, keeping eye contact he seemed to like, Makayla fucked him this time, fast and hard.
    His hands at first were at her hips, then moved up to her breasts as she rode him, but the harder and faster she moved the more of a response she got out of him. His hands left her body and moved over his head, grabbing the covers—maybe even the mattress as she moved.
    “Oh, fuck me!” he yelled.
    She felt him swell, felt the contractions of his release and smiled in pleasure at the sight of his twisted, pain filled face. And like him, she didn’t stop moving, which had the muscles on his arms straining even more.
    “Stop,” he begged, eyes still closed tight. “It’s too damn sensitive.”
    “Not there yet,” she panted back.
    “Son of a bitch!”
    Faster she moved, gasping at the pleasure, welcoming the climax that came. Her movements became jerky as she struggled to keep going with it. Then the unexpected happened. She lost it all and started sobbing.
    Darius sat up and held her close. She let go and cried, holding him back, pressing her face into his neck. It soothed her to have him rub her back, rocking her back and forth.”
    “Shhh,” he soothed. “You’re alright.”
    “It still burns,” she