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to hold the base of his cock and control just how much of his length I take up inside me.
    I feel it building inside me so much I worry that when it finally comes I’m going to explode with  such intensity I leave nothing else behind, and then when I’ve fought it off for as long as possible I know there is nothing else for me to do, but let it consume me regardless of what might happen.
    I know he’s close too, and I want us to ride this wave together so while I feel it descend on me strongly, I beg him to finish himself off inside me.
    “ Fill me up, Liam. Fuck, fill me up with your cum.”
    I’m coming hard, my pussy throbbing, my legs jerking out uncontrollably and a wave of pleasure riding out across my flesh.
    My clit is so sensitive I can’t touch it, my torso a mess of pins and needles and tingly sensitivity, while Liam holds me in place as much as he can, his body tense and his dick rock hard.
    I feel heat rising through my belly as Liam’s balls harden, the muscles in his neck go tense and he lets himself slip perfectly past the point of no return.
    With a grunt so animalistic it pushes me even deeper, Liam bucks, writhes, and fills me full of his hot sticky seed. We come together for what must be the best part of a minute, our bodies stuck together with sweat and desire, until we finally fall together to the mattress, our urges spectacularly sated.
    I can’t even catch my breath, let alone speak for what must be five full minutes at least. It takes almost as long for Liam’s heart rate to return to normal, twice as long for his dick to even show any signs of softening.
    “ Fuck, Liam, where did you even learn how to do that?” I eventually say, still riding the crest of an incredible orgasm.
    Liam buries his mouth into my neck, to dance kisses up towards my ear, and with slow, soft words he says, “You tell me after we do it again.”
    I can’t help but shiver as the thought runs through me. What the hell have I got myself involved in?
    Perfect sex with a perfect stranger. Okay, I’m going to redact that. The best sex I’ve ever had in my life with someone I know nothing about apart from the fact he knows how to fuck and fight. Something about this guy tells me I should stay as far away from him as possible but the reckless, creative, idealistic side of my body says, fuck that , with orgasms this good, I’m not going anywhere else. Dangerous or not, I know something that good is really hard to ignore.
    If this is only one night, I’m going to make sure I make the most of it even if it kills me.
    I can sleepwalk through a day shift if need be, this is the kind of thing I have to make sure I take advantage of because it might never happen again.
     
    Three.
     
    One year later …
     
    Jasmine
    I guess if you play with fire, you get burned, but then again, not every burn looks as cute as a button. Maggie may be a handful, she may not sleep well, she may scream and cry at the drop of a hat, but when she looks at you with the gorgeous brown eyes she’s inherited from her daddy, and her lips curl into a smile that tells you that despite everything, she’s the happiest bundle of joy on the planet, nothing else matters.
    I may be struggling to make ends meet, I may be working two jobs and spending less time than I should just so I can keep her in diapers, but, at the end of the day, I know it will be worth it.
    It’s my own fault really. Or it’s nobody’s fault. I wasn’t on the contraceptive pill when Liam and I fucked, and the morning after pill apparently wasn’t potent enough for a man of his virility.
    Yeah, Liam. That never happened after that one night, and now I have his two-month-old girl to look after. It’s crazy the way the world turns sometimes.
    I’m no longer working at The Inciting Incident, that hipster restaurant folded only a few months after Maggie was conceived, apparently massively in debt. I split my time now between shifts at Dorothy’s Buns, a slow cook Louisiana