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gently remove her shoes, mindful of her injured ankle. City lights pour in through the window, and the passing of night traffic can be heard slushing through the rain.
     
    * * *
     
    Alyssa
     
    With my back cushioned by the bed, I brace myself on my elbows and watch the man before me. He slips one arm of his black blazer down one shoulder, and then the next before he throws the fabric to the floor. My eyes shift to his left arm, the top covered by a tattoo of black flames.
    He lowers his palm to the hem of his all white tee, and begins a slow dance, pulling the shirt over chiseled, rock hard abs. I can’t take my eyes off the wondrous sight before me.
    He tugs the shirt over his head and tosses it on the floor. His chest is adorned with more tattoos, with a long quote scribed over his left breast. I blink when I catch a name—a woman’s name—with the quote: Anne. He catches me staring. “I’m single,” he says quietly. “You.”
    When I nod, he grins.
    I wait for him to touch me, and touch me he does as he crawls onto the bed and on top of my body.
    He’s strong. Too strong. Too fast and too heavy, and yet, it’s still all too slow. I want to be lost in him for the moment, knowing that when morning comes, I may never see him again. He’s not a regular at the club, otherwise I would have recognized him.
    His palm slips under my top and caresses my bare stomach. His hands are rough, and his scent intoxicating. I palm my fingers through his soft but tussled hair. And when he sinks his teeth into my neck, I let out an embarrassing moan of pleasure.
    He makes quick work of the button and the fly of my shorts, then slides the garment along with my underwear down my legs, until my lower half is left bare underneath his hot body.
    My toes curl into the sheets as he traces his way to my pussy, circling his fingers around my opening.
     
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    Axel
     
    “Tell me what you want, Angel.”
    “I want…” I stutter and draw my eyes closed. “I want you inside me.”
    “Like this?” I question, and part her pussy with one finger first, and then another. She’s slick and ready for me, but I want to watch the anticipation on her face. I want to bring her to the brink before I even think about giving her what she craves. I sink my fingers in and out of her, reveling in the way her chest heaves as she tries to fight against her need to scream. “Don’t hold back. Let me hear you scream.”
    She tilts her head up, unsteady and shaking. “Then fuck me,” she cries. “I’ll scream when you fuck me!”
    I’m taken aback. We might be in the midst of doing the nasty, but even so her dirty mouth surprises me. It just goes to show that even the sweetest, most innocent girls can become someone else in bed.
    I angle myself up on the bed so I can shove my jeans and underwear down my hips. And when I get a good glance at her wanting pussy, I know I can’t wait any longer. I want to—need to—crave to—be inside of her, and it’d simply take too long to dispose of my shoes first, and then my jeans.
    I scramble, grab my wallet from my jeans, retrieve a condom, then quickly slip it on. I fumble slightly when I catch her watching, her eyes dazed, her pink tongue swiping her lips. Finally, the damn thing is on.
    I position myself above her, then thrust and sink inside.
     
    * * *
     
    Alyssa
     
    My fingers curl into his back as he sinks deeper into me, stretching me to the breaking point until he’s fully inside. And when he gets there, he takes a brief moment to steady himself and to give me time to adjust. And his eyes, they do the most wondrous thing, pulling me inside out as he slowly and carefully pulls out of me.
    And then slowly and carefully pushes back in.
    Calm and collected, cool and gentle. Slow and steady is the most dangerous game to play when two naked bodies join forces. It requires a slow build to an inevitable explosion. But that’s not why I brought him here. I brought him here to fuck me, not to make