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searching for a pair of shoes in my closet. I don’t even have a shirt or pants picked out so why I’m digging shoes out I don’t know. Yeah you do, you want to watch him stroke himself to ecstasy and you want to be the reason why.
    “Fuck me.” He grits out, I can hear the rawness, and hunger in his voice. I look over my shoulder and give him a little wink as I stand up straight and make my way over to the dresser. Our eyes catch the others in the mirror. His pace has picked up, and I have to bite my lip to stifle the moan I want to let loose.
    I dig in the dresser for bra and panties, but I am so focused on Corey that I end up grabbing a pair of socks. He groans, and I do too. I forget all about grabbing my bra and panties, and insert a finger between my folds. He watches me, urging me on, and his eyes are begging for my release. My pace quickens as does his as I swirl my finger around my clit. I flick it back and forth with my finger. I feel the orgasm coming and it has me going weak in the knees. Just when I think that it can’t get better, Corey slams into me hard from behind.
    His hands bi te into my hips as he thrust upwards. My mouth forms in the distinct O, as a shudder runs through us. I push back against him urging him to give me all he’s got. One of his hands stays on my hip while the other lifts my leg slowly making it easier for him to go deeper.
    The moment he hits the spot I feel myself crumbling. One stroke, two strokes, three strokes… and I’m soaring.
    His hand finds its way into my hair, as he pulls it tight , wrapping it around his hand. He pulls me so my back is flush with his chest. The sting of pain on my scalp is equalized by the intense pleasure I’m feeling.  Not a thought fills my head or a word is said as I meet my god. I close my eyes relishing in the feeling, prickles of pleasure course through me as he slams into over and over again.
    “Fuck yeah baby, fuck yeah.” He whispers in my ear riding out my orgasm.
    “I love you.” He grits out with one last slam of his hips and one last sound of our skin beating together.
    “I love you too.” I huff out. I’m pretty sure it’s going to be him that’s going to kill me.
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    “Why the hell are you late again?” Kennedy asks as we make our way into the library to study. The girl is too adorable; how she got stuck with me as a partner for a project I don’t know. I almost feel bad for her. She oozes innocence and sunshine. Her long blonde hair is pulled back in a bun, her nose has a line of freckles on it, and her face is framed by a pair of super cute black glasses. She’s wearing skinny jeans and a sweatshirt. She has the whole girl next door look going on.
    “I… Umm… got caught up.” I mumble out not really wanting to tell her Corey was doing me from behind. She’s too pure, normal and happy for that shit.
    “Right, I’m sure you were being boned by your man.” She says under her breath rolling her eyes at me. Her sarcastic tone almost makes me want to laugh, maybe I underestimated her.
    “I was actually; I just didn’t want to burn your virgin ears.” She looks at me with disgust that is until her eyes catch on someone behind me. I turn around spotting Ryder. His hair is a dismantled mess and he looks as if he was just mauled by someone. He sends us a one dimpled smile, his eyes lingering on Kennedys longer than necessary.
    “No. No. Not even . No. Fuck no.” I whisper yell. It’s not that I want to tell her what to do, it’s I want to tell her who not to do, or in other words, who to not let do her. As in Ryder, as in he would tear her to pieces and leave her weeping.
    “I’m pretty sure I can make my own choices. You don’t even know me and plus It doesn’t matter.  He’s out of my league, although it doesn’t hurt to look.” She sounds indifferent to Ryder, and just for a second I think maybe, just maybe there’s hope for him.
    “Come on lets go get some seats so that we can work on this stupid