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me.” My hands released her slowly—now, she fought to move away, but the moment we stood face to face, she stood as still as a statute.
    “You,” she accused, much to my amusement. “I fucking knew I saw you.” Lucia began to pace the small hallway, tiny measured steps, but not once did she venture far. “Motherfucker, am I being Punk’d?”
    “No, babe. And yes, it's me.”
    “Oh fuck me.”
    “I plan to.”
    “Oh God…you!” She was in shock, as was to be expected, but at this point the girl literally looked to be well on her way to passing out. That wouldn't do.
    My lips crashed onto hers before she could utter another word. Lips, so soft and pliant against mine, battled for dominance. They wrapped themselves around my tongue and began to suck. That action sent sparks of electricity to my already heavy balls.
    “Motherfuck.” A low growl ripped itself from deep within my chest, and my hands reached down to squeeze her succulent ass. Her sinful body molded itself against my harsher planes. Every inch of her was wrapped around me, rubbing herself against my hardness. “I need you.”
    My eyes almost rolled into the back of my head.
    “Please,” she whimpered while I picked her up and wrapped those legs I’d dreamed about around my waist. Her back hit the wall; I used it to hold her top half up while my hands held her hips still. She protested with a weak growl of her own, and then she did the cutest thing in the world:
    She bit her lips.
    Cute, but not working on me this time, baby.
    “Don’t fucking move, love.” This time I got a glare. “I'm not kidding, Lucia.”
    She rolled her denim-covered pussy against my cock. “Or else what?”
    “Keep that shit up, and I’ll fuck you right here, against this wall, for any motherfucker who comes back here to see.” She opened her mouth to speak, but one harsh bite from me on her lower lip kept her quiet. “Now, that being said, I'm taking you home with me.”
    Her groan made every nerve ending in my body tingle. “My friends—”
    I ignored her and licked the swollen lip. “I wasn't kidding when I said I was putting a claim on you. One way or the other, I will have you, but I would prefer if you wanted this too.”
    “But... fuck, that feels good.” Her tiny fingers embedded themselves into my hair and pulled. Her hips continued to move, seeking the friction she needed. “We don’t know each other, Devin.”
    My name coming from her lips sounded so sweet.
    “We've been friends online for months, sweetheart.”
    She pulled back to search my eyes for any sign of deceit. “What?”
    “I know you hate the dark, and think Friday the 13th movies are traumatizing. You love the ocean and collecting sea shells from the ones you've visited thus far.” Her eyes were huge and filled with unshed tears. “Also, I know that when you were eight, you had the biggest crush on a member of a popular boyband we won’t mention.”
    “You’re DevA?” she asked, and I nodded with a smirk. “Oh God, how embarrassing.” Lucia pushed her face into my neck and hid. The heat from her blush warmed me. She remembered that conversation now through private messages.
    “And finally, I also know that you masturbate to thoughts of us as you write. It’s that quirky, yet feisty girl that I want to fall in love with.”
    “This is insane, Devin. I don't know you.”
    I had to put a stop to this shit right there.
    “Yes, you do. Every conversation we’ve had online was real. Everything we’ve discussed — from our favorite music, to literature, to the porn sites we frequented—was honest. All of it.” A single tear ran down her cheek. “I told you all about my childhood, and the death of my chihuahua Rocky. About my cousins, and their penchant to pick on me because I was the last to hit puberty. You know me, love. Know the real me—not the man in front of a camera, but the dork who loves Guns N’ Roses and reads comics.”
    “Please don’t laugh.” She