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shrieking cheap mattress.
    Just when I’d adjusted to the assault, he slowed, pulling all the way out and then filling me again. My pussy, dripping by then, accepted him easily. He came down on one elbow and swiped his tongue over my mouth. His free hand roamed under my shirt until his fingers tugged at my nipple while my breast filled his palm.
    I heard the front door open slowly, and I went stiff.  
    “There’s time.” Corbin’s hand moved from my breast back to my slippery skin, stretched to accommodate his substantial girth. He rubbed two fingers over my clit, his movements precise and effective. He’d gone still, too, his cock buried inside me, the bed silent.
    Henry tentatively called out my name, then the front door closed again. I didn’t hear the footsteps, but the squealing wooden floor near the entry told me that Henry was inside, though not moving deeper into the apartment.
    “Come for me,” Corbin whispered. The glimmer in his eyes was dangerous, I knew. If I resisted, he would push me until I either accepted or used my safe word.
    My body softened, tightened, yielded again.
    “Like this.” His voice was a low growl. “Now.”  
    Maybe he couldn’t order me to stay in town or quit my job and be a sanctioned outlaw with him, but in the bedroom, he’d won the loyalty of my pleasure-seeking body. Here, he was king, by right and by might.
    I became a thrashing, sweating animal. Bit my lip so hard that I should have tasted blood. This was how Corbin imprinted himself on me, by wetly licking my mouth, displacing the rest of the world with his taste and scent while I crested on a tsunami of bliss.
    But when I crashed… Even before the final shudders had passed, panic invaded. So much for the afterglow. Sad. With Corbin, I actually liked that part. He pulled his cock from my still-clenching sex. He was huge and swollen, so unsatisfied. He got up and slammed my bedroom door closed, rested his weight against it, his expression neutral.
    Relieved, I smiled my thanks. “Henry, I’m almost done,” I called out. The moment I said Henry’s name, darkness shuttered Corbin’s face. And Corbin didn’t even know about the kiss.
    “Your door wasn’t locked… just need to use your bathroom,” Henry yelled. “Butch and I split a pot of coffee an hour ago. Should have abstained.”  
    “It’s the door just before the kitchen. I’m… had to change my clothes.” Talking to Henry with my pants down around my knees just felt wrong. I stood up and made myself decent.
    “Think I found it. Take your time,” Henry said. The bathroom door opened and closed.
    “How generous of him,” Corbin growled, murder in his eyes. Except… that wasn’t an idle observation when it came to Corbin. A shudder crawled down my spine. “I don’t appreciate the way he just walked in here,” he said.  
    I agreed with that, but no good would come of saying so. “It’s not a big deal,” I whispered hoarsely.
    He peeled off the condom and imprisoned his swollen member in his jeans. When he looked at me again, his eyes had gone cold. “If he lays a hand on you—”
    I stood on my toes and kissed the sandpapery underside of Corbin’s jaw. “You won’t have to do anything because I’ll castrate him myself.”
    I heard my toilet flush. It was a strange sensation because I never had company. It definitely felt… icky. My apartment was my private space. When Corbin slipped in, it was welcome. But Henry’s intrusion felt like trespassing.
    A strange feeling came over me. I glanced down at the bulge of Corbin’s jutting, unsatisfied cock. It would only take another minute. He followed my glance, shook his head.
    “Fuck me,” I said, my voice quiet. Then I hit the play button on my decrepit CD changer. I shoved my dresser over a few feet so that it blocked the door, just in case Henry started getting ideas.  
    “My good girl’s gone bad,” Corbin said. He studied my face with that intense expression of his, the one