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so hard I feel like I’m going to explode.
    I’m coming before I can stop it. If I wasn’t holding on to him with everything I’ve got, I’d go weak at the knees and tumble to the ground. As it is, I can’t help but scream loudly, fold myself into him and hold on for the ride. I’ve got goose pimples all over my arms and legs as I come hard, my teeth gritted, my pussy spasming uncontrollably around his cock and my clit pulsing like a ship's beacon.
    Still unable to catch my breath, my skin sweaty and my heart racing, I feel Rory’s balls tighten up against me, his cock head swell even bigger and bury itself as deep as it can physically go inside me.
    I’m flat against the wall, my pussy stretched wide around his huge cock, a band of frothy cum marking the base enough to make me want nothing more than for him to fill me full of the rest of his seed at whatever cost.
    I want him to debase me like an animal. I want him to make me his. I want him to show me how much he can’t resist me and fill me right to the brim.
    Rory grunts, and snarls, and grits his teeth. His breathing lilts and falls again, and all the muscles in his body tense.
    And then finally, when he’s held on enough and can’t hold back any longer, he lets out a deep guttural moan of desire and emphatically lets himself go.
    With one thick arm underneath me and the other to the side, with a look that tells me he owns me, unequivocally, for now, and forever, he bucks, writhes, and orgasms hard, his hot sticky cum exploding deep down inside me.
    I come again, hard, unable to hold back, my pussy exploding in spasms of pleasure.
    I come so hard that I never want him to leave me, and when he slides his still erect cock out of me, sticky with a mixture of both of our juices and eases me back to the ground, I almost beg him to put himself back up inside me.
    I don’t. Instead, I pull my skirt back down over my pussy, remove my dirty panties from where they fell to the floor, ball them up and throw them in the dumpster, and reluctantly accept that the moment is over.
    I feel hot and dirty, and while I stand there awkwardly waiting to work out what I’m going to do next, I can feel Rory’s cum ooze out of my pussy hole and weep delightfully down my leg.
    “Real girl”, Rory says. “I like that.”
    I shrug, already a little embarrassed at what I’ve done, maybe even regretting it.
    Rory tucks his barely softened dick away and begins to readjust his belt.
    “If I’d found you last week we could have done that way more often”, he says.
    I’d already guessed he might be, but I suppose this actually confirms it. “Going somewhere so soon?” I ask.
    “Holiday romance”, he says with a hint of disappointment.
    “Then I’m glad to be of service”, I say.
    “Albeit temporarily.”
    I get one last look at those incredible eyes, one last touch of those rock hard biceps. No point in exchanging numbers no matter how perfect he is. The Atlantic ocean is way too much of a commute, even for perfection like that, and come Monday, if I nail this interview, I’ll have my pick of the Rangers front row. As good as that sex was, as fucking incredible, I know there will be more. I know there will be others even better than Rory.
    “Don’t I get a goodbye kiss?” he calls after me when I’m halfway back to the main street, his pants not even done up yet, his belt not even cinched across, his beast barely back asleep.
    “I’ll give it to you when I see you next. You look like the kind of person who’s more than happy to wait.”
    I don’t even turn around to look at his expression, which I know from the short time we’ve spent together will be one of subtle appreciation. As far as I’m concerned that was a one-off. An unbelievable one but a one off nonetheless. I walk home smiling, my belly warm, my pussy hot, his seed sticky inside me.
    Rory may have been the first in a long time, but he’s definitely not going to be the last.
     
    One.
     
    One year