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Every part of my body tenses.
Fuck. Tribe. She wrote that in a letter.
Why did I say that?
I deflect as quickly as I can. I lean forward and come down on her,
pushing her down to the mattress and thrusting deeper and harder.
“I said I won’t put you in danger.” I reach around and cup her face,
turning her head and kissing her. “Come with me while everyone is at the
game tonight.”
She whimpers, her eyes falling closed, and I can feel her tightening
around my cock.
“Come on and make some trouble with me,” I say.
“And get an insight into who the hell you are?” she shoots back, her
breathing turning shallow and hard.
“Maybe.”
She nods, her eyebrows pinching together and looking like she’s about
to come. “Okay.”
I push into her, fucking her relentlessly, as electric shocks course
through my stomach and stream all the way down to my dick.
“Yeah, yeah,” she pants, arching up her ass to meet my thrusts.
I cover her mouth with mine, our moans drowning out as we both come,
her pussy squeezing like a vice grip around me. I thrust a few more times,
wishing I could spill inside of her as pleasure washes over my whole body,
and I eventually still.
Damn, she’s perfect.
I gnaw at her mouth in short, gentle nibbles. I love her lips, and the light
sweat I can taste on her skin.
A door closing sounds from out in the hall, and I gather her family is
starting to wake up. My eyelids are suddenly heavy, and I breathe hard,