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mind,” he breathed into my ear. His voice was tightly controlled.
    “I didn’t make this decision casually,” I countered, my stubbornness kicking in. “I can take care of myself, and if you don’t know that by now—”
    “I know you can. You are tough. Anyone can see that.”
    And then it was like a switch flipped.  
    He snatched off my coat and pushed me backward, onto my bed. In seconds, he had my jeans and panties down around my knees… my hands floated over my bare flesh, too late to help him.  
    “This has to be fast,” I gasped. “Really fast. Not like behind the restaurant.” My hands jerked toward his jeans, but Corbin unzipped and pulled them down. He wore no underwear. Seeing his huge, swollen erection so soon was a shocking thrill.
    “Laundry day?” I asked. I raised my gaze to his and saw my lust reflected and magnified. He wasn’t in the mood for joking, apparently. I had to look away—it was like staring at the sun—so I returned my attention to his cock.
    It was majestic, if that can be said of a dick that isn’t actively engaged in what it does best. Engorged, straining, the skin over the purplish-veiny shaft taut. And he was thick. I wanted to grasp him in my fist and squeeze, feel his pulsing strength. I wanted him inside me.  
    Corbin pulled a condom out of his pocket. Within seconds, he was rolling it down his length with quick, graceful movements.
    He leaned forward, his mouth crushing onto mine. His lips were hungry, seeking, demanding. I moaned as the swollen head of his cock bumped over my slick sex, and I arched up as much as I could given my hampered legs. My hands scrabbled for his waist, grabbed and twisted in his T-shirt. Underneath the cotton, his body was burning hot, hard as granite.  
    His shoulders and arms rippled as he positioned himself, his legs on the outsides of mine. When he lowered his weight onto his knees, his thighs bulged, and I licked my lips nervously, suddenly feeling like a virgin about to be taught the wicked ways of the world.  
    He balanced on one hand and tilted his cock toward the wet juncture of my thighs. He grunted, then one small downward thrust and the distended tip breached me. My face went burning hot and all the muscles in my body tightened, on notice. He drove his powerful hips forward, and I was impaled on his erect length. Hurt so good. A flush spread upward, setting my chest and throat and face on fire.
    Love, love, love , ran in a loop through my mind. The thought was so unlike me… but he was everything. I hadn’t known he existed, and now I couldn’t live without him. Love. My inner muscles grabbed onto him with desperate relief.  
    “Fucking… fucking… so… hot,” I gasped between his thrusts, giving my mouth something to say that wouldn’t embarrass us both.
    Corbin’s response was that familiar palm over my mouth. I arched up and finally let myself go, not worried about making too much noise.
    Very far away, the doorbell rang. Corbin’s hand clamped tighter, but he needn’t have worried; I didn’t have the self-discipline to stop him, not when my body again hurtled toward the precipice of the bliss that Corbin never failed to deliver.
    His finger honed in on my clit, and he rubbed me as he pummeled my tight hole. My pathetic bed squeaked for mercy. I was arched so far back that I could see more of the headboard than the ceiling, and every inch of me vibrated with tension.  
    My spine ached, and I knew my constricted knees and ankles might not be happy with me later. But what was later except an abstraction? Something that might not ever arrive. Only the moment mattered: Corbin’s broad shoulders and muscled chest flexing as he braced over me, his focused gaze fixed on my eyes as he fucked me. His face, angular, virile, and intense, twisted with pleasure and determination. His fingers swirled, I came again. With each churning thrust of his hips, a growl escaped his gritted teeth, his grunts almost eclipsing my