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appeared. The pads of my fingers feel like they are alive with electricity as I run them higher, grabbing a handful of her ass, holding on for dear life.
    Her body begins rocking harder, frantic, as she clutches my shirt in her hands. I meet her thrust for thrust, as my head falls back against the wall. There are no sounds, beside the panting and thrusting. The sound of our bodies grinding together, as I use my hands to guide her, or to hang on, I don't know anymore. She doesn't let out a single moan. For the first time I realize I want to hear a woman's voice. I want to hear her calling out her pleasure. Pleasure I give her. I open my eyes to slits, as I watch her work to find her own release.
    Her perfectly arched eyebrows are deeply furrowed, as she rides me. She is raking her teeth across her lower lip holding back every pant, every breath, every moan. The rocking of her hips becomes more chaotic, and I know she is close. I can see it in the dark look of her eyes. I can feel it in the way her pussy throbs and tightens around my cock, and its driving me wild. And when her orgasm hits her, I close my eyes with a groan, and try to hold on to my sanity as her body pulls at tightens around my shaft begging me to go with her. I'm not nearly done fucking this little author yet.
    The rocking slows, as her body winds down. Then she slides off slowly, finally. Finally. I'm going to fuck her so hard. I just need a minute to catch my breath, or for the first time I might end this too early.
    My eyes snap open as I hear a click. She's standing by the door looking pleasantly rumpled, and well fucked. She tosses me a smirk over her shoulder, but her eyes betray something different something dark, before she pulls the handle and steps out into the crowded bistro, leaving me with a erection that I don't know what I’m going to do to get rid of. What. The. Fuck. T-minus-zero. The calamity has hit, and while I may not know it yet, I’ll never be the same again.
     

Chapter 3
     
    There had only been one thought replaying through my mind from the moment that bitch, with her perfect smirking lips, and her devilish green eyes, walked out of the woman's bathroom.
    What the fuck was that.
    It had taken a good ten minutes for my dick to go down, and thank God nobody had walked into the bathroom in those ten minutes, because my brain was to busy going 'what the fuck' to tell my body to get up and lock the door. And when I finally manged to get my body to move, all I could do was dumbly toss the condom, zip it up, and slip out the door.
    Gwen was standing outside waiting, all indignant and chafed, and I am the one that got used.
    “You couldn’t keep it in your fucking pants for one day Connor? One day ?”
    Of course she is pissed as fuck. I ’m the one that gets cock teased and she’s the one that gets to be all pissy about it.
    “ What the hell was that,” she hissed angrily when I approached the table.
    “ How about that bitch just abused your brother, show some fucking sympathy,” I hissed back, tossing some bills on the table and heading for the door.
    “ Lets just say I believe you for one second, not that I do, because how do you abuse something you give away for free to any hot girl that wll spread their legs, why is she the one that came out looking like someone kicked her puppy?”
    “ She looked upset? Well at least she got off!” I snap back.
    What the hell happened. Nobody has ever left me hanging like that. And the worst part is I wasn't even thinking about getting myself off. I had been thinking about how it felt to have her moving above me. To be burrowed inside her warmth. I was thinking about that smirk, those green eyes. Too green. I could feel my body tightening at the memory of her laughter, her smile. What is wrong with me. If this shit doesn't let up I'm going to have to see a psychiatrist to save what scraps of my brain that bitch didn't drag through the shredder.
    “What and you didn’t get off?” I can