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His hands drifted beneath her T-shirt, scorching her skin as he cupped her breasts. It didn't feel wrong; it felt so very right. His hands belonged on her skin and in this moment she belonged to him. She drew him closer, rubbed against him, the friction sending sparks bouncing along her nerves, heat pooling between her thighs.
She needed him to fuck her now and it didn't matter what else happened beyond this moment, she needed to feel him inside her.
He pulled his hands free and rested them above her head. It sounded like he was trying to catch his breath after a long run. He nipped at her engorged lips and she responded in kind. Her hips undulated against him and she felt his thick cock, pressing insistently at the front of his jeans.
"I want to fuck you," he growled.
"Yesss." There was no other response but that one word of acknowledgment.
He shoved one of his hands deep into his pocket and pulled out a packet. She heard the zip of his fly being undone and the crackle of the packet as he ripped it open. "You might not believe it, but I'm not in the habit of doing this. I just need to be inside you. Right now. I can't wait or I'm going to explode."
"I need you there," she said as she gripped his hard length. She felt her juices drip in anticipation of feeling him filling her. "Please."
He lifted her skirt and ripped aside her panties, then plunged his fingers between her wet labia lips. "Oh, God, yes." He pushed her deeper into the corner, pulled her legs wider, lifted her, and sank inside her with one thrust.