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come again when I take you with my cock.”
    I’m mumbling out all kinds of silly things as my pussy spasms eagerly around his fingers. The ripples of pleasure overwhelm me as a come. I’ve orgasmed before—mostly from getting myself off—but never like this.
    I’m limp and breathless and horribly embarrassed and blazing with linger pleasure when he finally pulls out his fingers. I can’t even move. I can’t believe that just happened. I don’t even want to know what it says about me.
    But, still, this is my way out of this situation, and I’m not going to miss my advantage because my body is stupid enough to respond.
    “Oh, fuck,” I gasp, bending more at the waist so my bottom is in a better position. “Take me now. Take me hard.”
    He wastes no time in undoing his jeans and pulling out his cock. I don’t even look at it. I can’t look at him. It’s better to pretend this is some rough, erotic dream.
    I hear him unwrapping a condom, which is a relief. He must carry one around with him. I know a lot of guy who are hopeful that way—always prepared. I’m not sure what I would do if he didn’t have one.
    Then I can’t think of anything at all because he’s pulling aside my panties and pushing his cock into my pussy. He feels big, and it’s tight, full, so good.
    I groan and press back in response, but he doesn’t give me enough time to get adjusted to the penetration. He’s fucking me hard and fast. Just like I asked.
    Just like I want.
    “Fuck,” he grunts breathlessly, his hips pumping against my bottom as he thrusts. “Fuck, you’re so hot and tight.”
    I’m making little sobbing sounds that are getting louder and louder as I feel another orgasm start to grow inside me. My whole body is shaking with his motion, and it just intensifies the sensations. I never come twice in a row.
    Never.
    “Look how out of control you are. You’re going to come again. Aren’t you?” His voice is as choppy now as his motion. I don’t think he’s going to hold out very long, but he’ll hold out longer than me.
    “Yeah. Gonna come. Oh yeah. Please!” I cry out loudly as the sensations tighten down into a coil and then release is a rush of hot pleasure.
    Then he’s choking on a cry of his own as his body jerks hard against me.
    The spasms of pleasure go on for a long time, filling my whole body with a warm languor that’s impossible to deny. I feel good. So good.
    After being fucked like an animal that way.
    Mental health is clearly not my strong suit.
    He pulls out of me and pats my bottom. “Damn, that was good. I never would have guessed it from looking at you.”
    I’m not sure what he means by that, and I don’t like the sound of it. Guys have always wanted to fuck me. I don’t like the idea that he didn’t think I’d be a good fuck.
    I turn over, rearrange my panties, and pull down my skirt.
    He’s already buttoned his jeans and stood up. He looks relaxed, focused again, like he’s worked off his distraction.
    I don’t like that idea either.
    I’ve got to make sure I capitalize on the fact that he’s just enjoyed a really good fuck.
    “Put your shirt back on,” he says, in the same curt tone he’s used before. “We need to get something to eat.”

Ten
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    Fuck.
    Seriously, I have got to be dumber than fucking shit. With this whole mess I’ve gotten into, I had to go and fuck Wren? I mean, sure, it was a great distraction, but I’ve got to get my brain out of my cock and focus on the big picture here.
    Staying alive.
    I look at my watch and know that the mall is getting ready to close and, in another fifteen or twenty minutes, I know exactly where to go to get us some food. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Wren straightening her clothes, and damn if I don’t want to fuck her again.
    I have to force myself to look away. For all I know this will come back to haunt me, and I’ll get out of this nightmare alive and then have her go crying rape.
    So not what I need.
    It’s