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one would be The One. That this one would last.
    My head cleared when Owl inserted first one than two fingers into my pussy. I realized he was talking about taking care of my orgasm, not taking care of me as a person. Of course that was his goal. He was a guy. He had to prove his manhood, especially now that he knew that Sergio hadn’t been man enough for the job. Owl was not going to stop until he got me to come.
    I took another deep breath and got my mind ready to give a convincing performance.
    Owl stroked his fingers in an upward motion. I breathed a sigh of relief. It was uncomfortable. Discomfort was a familiar thing to me when it came to sex. This I knew how to handle. I moaned again like his two-pronged stabbing was the greatest thing in the world.
    “Oh yeah,” I moaned. “Right there, baby.”
    Owl stroked faster.
    “That’s… that’s…” I fell over my words as the motion of his fingers hit a spot. It didn’t feel good, per se. It felt… it was hard to describe how it felt.
    There was a heaviness building inside me, like I had to pee. I tried to squirm away from him, but he had my hips on lock down. I had to end this now before I embarrassed myself any further.
    “Yes, yes.” I called on my inner Meg Ryan. “Oh gawd, Owl. Awww.” The performance would’ve won me an Oscar. I slumped back against the seat with a grin on my face.
    Owl loomed over me. That same eyebrow rose as he peered down at me with an unconvinced face. My fake panting slowed. My sated grin faltered.
    Owl leaned back down between my legs. He placed his fingers back inside me, not all the way, just up to the knuckles. He moved his fingers fast, faster. And then he added his tongue to my clit.
    “Owl, what are you ahh…”
    I jerked. A tremor started in my leg. The feeling of needing to pee intensified.
    “Owl… wait… I’m gonna…”
    It felt like my hips were being stacked with bricks of pressure. I bore down into the back seat of the car trying to release it, trying to get away from him. But he didn’t stop. He wouldn’t stop.
    And then my body tensed, like the bricks that were weighing me down suddenly grew fingers. The fingers wrapped around me with that same amount of pressure, but they held me tight in a vice. They pressed into me, deep into me.
    I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t breath. At any moment they were going to rip me apart. And then, I realized, I wanted to be ripped apart. I needed to be torn in two.  
    As soon as I came to that realization, as soon as my body was about to open up, Owl stopped.

Chapter Three

    Owl removed his tongue and his fingers from pussy. My body trembled from the loss. I needed him to finish what he’d started, to break me open, and relieve all that pressure he’d built up inside me.  
    He pulled back from me and unbuckled his pants. He took out his dick. I’d been right in my estimation of his size. It was an impressive instrument, long and thick with a slight curve. He pulled a condom from his back pocket and tore it open with his teeth. He did all of this slowly, with absolutely no sense of urgency, while I lay writhing beneath him.
    I was panting hard, whimpering. My body ached for his fingers to return, for his tongue to lick at my clit again. Had I been about to come?
    I didn’t want his dick. I didn’t want him to pump into me and bang away until he came. I wanted to come. And I half believed that I could.
    But I couldn’t ask him to go back to what he’d been doing before. I’d already pretended that I’d had my orgasm. And it looked like he knew it had been fake. That grin on his face as he placed the condom tip over his dick looked like he was teasing me.
    “Oh, I almost forgot.” He removed the unrolled condom from his dick, leaned back against the opposite door, and held his dick out. “Here you go,” he said as he stroked the precum around the head. “Is this what you want, Kira? To suck me off?”
    No, I wanted his face back between my thighs. I wanted his