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delighted agony. She wanted to run from him, run from his cock. All of him was too much for her to take. Each punt of his hips was angry and fiercely vigorous as her back scraped up then down the drywall. As if he wanted to punish her for her defection over the last twenty-four days. Once he was able to anchor her to his liking she found the spot his cock prodded inside of her screamingly delicious like death by chocolate. 
    “Fuck!” She gnawed at his neck, teeth scraped over his skin in succulent bites of the male musk-laden flesh. “Chandler!”
    It only took a few searing passes of cock and cunt before she came and Chandler wasn’t far behind her. When he finished the only thing she could think to say was, “Wow…” Followed by, “Now get out.”
    His gaze could have frosted a doughnut at first, the lusty glaze over the ocular depths then cleared to confusion and she knew he thought she was joking, but Taylor meant it. That man had to leave her house, and right now before she was sprung enough to offer breakfast.
    When she had some time to think about where she was going to go now that she had put all of her eggs in the company basket, then she could make a decision on how she wanted to make the next encounter with him work.
    He walked to her bathroom without hesitation and as she noted his comfort level with her home, one eye twitched. “So now you know your way around my house?”
    He smirked and dried his hands with one of the towels she had set out for guests.  Although there weren’t plans for many, she didn’t know anyone here. “This is a company owned property, that’s why you got it at such a deal in the first place along with the low interest loan from the bank.”
    “I do recall reading that in the fine print.” Damned if she didn’t remember that being part of the draw of the job, having a new construction condo with little fanfare and practically no drama. But in the melee of moving along with a lack of sleep she had conveniently forgotten those not so small details. But she hated the fact that he knew the layout of her home just as well as she did.
    But even if he was correct, he still had to go. There was no way she felt like dealing with anything more than she had to, especially when it came to this man. She was at her worst now, mentally she was shaken, physically he rocked her world and spiritually she felt adrift as if disconnected from her own flesh. The tableau before her was one where she had no control. She was tipsy from her drinks, sated with the erotic fuck against her wall, and filthy coated with her own excess sexual secretions.
    She only knew one thing for certain, she felt decadent and lavishly fucked beyond recognition. But regardless of what she felt like in her own satiated skin, the man had to go. Taylor knew that she was close being sprung, it had been much too long since her last lover and she had no will when it came to her body. It was a major fault of hers, but at least she could admit to her own shortcomings.
    Despite her body’s reluctance to let him leave, her mind was resolute and her helpless reaction to him was all the proof she needed. For Pete’s sake, she thought, she had let him fuck her against her wall and they had barely spoken a handful of words between them before that. If that didn’t show her that she was going to be in over her head, then nothing would. And to boot, he brought condoms with him, as though he knew she would capitulate without any qualms. But if that was where his mind was at, he had assessed her correctly even while she had no idea of what was next.
    Chandler was completely and utterly blindsided by the way Taylor felt around his cock. The way she felt against his flesh, well the little he’d freed in his haste to get where he was that very moment. She was magical, with her cunt brimming with suds soaped cream had easily disintegrated his will.
    But when he still shook from orgasm the woman was rude enough to tell him to get