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probably get me there too, but this is all about him. That’s how I want it. That’s how I want to remember him in case we never fuck again—the embodiment of pure animal greed.

    “Yeah, take my dick.”

    “Oh Rob.” I arch my back. I moan for him.

    “Yeah, you love it. You gonna come for me?”

    “Yeah,” I lie.

    I feel him losing coordination; I feel the desperation in his body, the quaking in his hips. I hold him like a fist and moan his name, pushing my ass into him.

    “Yeah, yeah, yeah.” He eats my performance right up, even eases his thrusts considerately for a few beats. “That’s right. That’s right.”

    I let out a theatrical “ Mmmmm .”

    “Now me.”

    “Come, Rob.”

    “I will.” He takes me hard again—harder. “I’ll shoot you full of my cum .”

    I moan for real now, so fucking hot for this moment.

    The headboard clatters against the wall, and he’s groaning like a maniac. I wish the whole neighborhood could see me getting fucked by this gorgeous, aggressive man. I wish I were horrible enough to have hidden a video camera.

    “Oh fuck. I-I’m gonna give you what you w-want,” he stammers.

    “Good.”

    He slaps my ass. “Say it,” he orders.

    “Rob. Come for me, Rob.”

    He slams inside me, pushing deep, mashing our bodies together, his hips pressed hard into my ass, fingers digging into my flesh. I feel him spasm two, three, four times. I feel him emptying himself for me, squeezing every drop into my thirsty cunt. His moan crescendos and fades in perfect time with the fantasy, and reality begins to intrude.

    As soon as he slides out, I roll onto my back and hug my knees to my chest. I know it probably doesn’t really help anything. But hell, it can’t hurt, right?

    Rob’s kneeling beside me, catching his breath. He watches me, and as he comes down from his release, his expression turns uncertain. Cognizant. As if he just woke up in some stranger’s bed after a drunken one-night stand, blinded by the glare of sobriety.

    I sigh and purr luxuriously, telling him he did everything right. Because he did. He got the job done, and it was hot to boot, my ideal outcome. I can’t wait for him to leave so I can masturbate, thinking about everything that’s just happened, and satisfy the ache between my thighs. “Thank you.”

    “You’re welcome,” he says with a little laugh.

    “I’m going to keep lying like this for a bit,” I say. “Whenever you’re ready to head out, there’s an envelope on top of the microwave for you. But feel free to recover. Use the bathroom. Shower if you want.”

    He nods. I can tell he’s relieved, glad to have been given permission to take off.

    I offer a dorky smile, since that’s all I can be expected to pull off given that I’m curled before him in a fertilizing ball on my bedspread. “I thought that went really great. Can I e-mail you in a couple days? To maybe do it again?”

    “Sure,” he says, neutral.

    “If you feel weird when I do, feel free to ignore me or say no. But seriously, this was just what I was looking for. I’d tip you if it didn’t seem so lurid.”

    He laughs out of protocol, but I can tell he’s a little uncomfortable. I hope if I drop off his radar until later in the week, he’ll conclude that I’m not a nut and take this at face value and offer me a repeat performance.

    Rob stands and picks up his clothes. He wanders out of my room, and eventually I hear the toilet flush, and he reappears in the doorway, dressed. Handsome.

    I wave at him good-naturedly, still hugging myself tight. “Find your envelope?”

    “Yup.” He looks unsure. He summons the nerve to walk over, and I’m surprised when he plants a warm, friendly kiss on my forehead.

    “Drive safe,” I say, sounding cheerful and ridiculous. “I’ll be in touch.”

    “Sounds good. Bye, Abby.” He gives me a wave as he leaves my bedroom. I lay still, listening to his far-off rustlings as he pulls on his shoes and coat,