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skating up beneath the head. After
that, there was nothing delicate or subtle about what she did; it was fast and
hard, a porn star blow job.
    Immediately David began
thrusting himself into her mouth, his hands holding her head, his hips flexing
forward. Each thrust was accompanied by a grunt, his fingers wound into her
hair, holding her. She reached a hand between his legs, cupping his balls,
squeezing them hard. He grunted, gave her hair a sharp tug.
    At that moment, she
hated him, hated David with all her heart. And she hated herself for giving in
to her desires, to this animal lust he awakened in her. There was a moment
where she wanted to bite down, spit him out and end this.
    But that was overshadowed
by her own body, by the incessant throbbing between her legs. The fire that
burned inside her, that only David could put out.
    She’d managed to undo
the button and zipper on her own jeans, sliding her fingers between her legs. David
had been right; her panties were soaked, her clit was sensitive and aching to
be touched. She rubbed herself, a jolt of exquisite pleasure coursing through
her body.
    The tilt of David’s
hips, the way his cock grew even harder in her mouth, told her he was close to
his orgasm. His thrusts were hard and sharp, the tip of his cock grazing the
back of her throat, making her gag, tears springing from her eyes.
    With a harsh cry, he
pulled himself from her mouth, yanking her up by her arms, grabbing her jeans
and pulling them roughly down her hips. He spun her around, bending her over
the arm of the couch, his hands forcing her legs apart. She braced her arms on
the back of the couch, managing one glance over her shoulder at David, blanching
at the almost unrecognizable look on his face. She was briefly afraid; there
was something so intense and harsh about him, a look she’d never seen on his
face before.
    His hands were on her
hips, fingers digging into her flesh. With one thrust he was buried to the hilt
in her body, his hips slamming against her ass. Ann cried out, the urgency of
her body driving any fear from her mind. All she registered was this amazing
feeling of David inside her, his cock so hard, knowing he was on the edge, taking
her with him.
    The force of his
thrusts pushed her forward until she was face down over the arm of the couch,
his hand planted in the small of her back. There was no giving in the
encounter, it was all take, on David’s part as well as hers.
    Ann felt herself
hurtling toward her climax, every cell in her body ready to explode, waiting
for David, knowing exactly what it would feel like to have him come inside her,
almost unable to wait. The instant she felt that peculiar way his hips jerked,
right before he came, she felt herself let go.
    David slammed into her
one last time, crying out loudly, pulling her back toward him. There was an
instant where he held himself completely still, and then he was coming, his hot
seed flooding into her, his cock throbbing and pulsing inside her.
    Her own cries were
mixed with his, as her body contracted in the middle, her hips grinding against
the arm of the couch. Her knees buckled and she dug her fingers into the
cushion, her face pressed against the fabric. It was intense, brutal and brief.
    David pulled away from
her with a grunt, the sound of his zipper mocking her. She heard his steps on
the hardwood floor, the sound of his harsh breathing as he stopped to collect
the divorce papers from the table and then the slam of the porch door. She slumped
to the floor, hanging her head, tears pooling in her eyes. What the fuck
have I done?
    There were noises
outside, the sound of a car door slamming, of tires spinning in the gravel as
David drove away. It was quiet for a long time. All she could hear were the
birds outside and her own heartbeat gradually slowing.

Chapter 5 – Season of Sex
    She was still sitting
on the floor when she heard the sound of her truck in the driveway. There was
the familiar squeak of the porch door