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Chest-to-chest, he lies flat on top of me, skin-to-skin. His warm, firm body blankets mine. He presses me into the mattress, putting his weight on me. Putting pressure on me. It’s not uncomfortable, but restricts me. Reaching down, his links his fingers with mine and slowly pulls my arms up over my head. I know what he wants.
 

Tonight, he won’t get a fight. I’ll give in.
 

As much as is possible for me.

Looking down at my body, he takes his time drinking me in. And the way he looks at me is as if I’m precious. His slow, drawn out exhale makes my body break into goosebumps and I flush. His knee pushes between my legs, forcing them apart. I get the hint. Spreading my legs for him, he settles on top of me and puts his face close to mine. So close that his lips touch the corner of mine as he speaks. “Legs around me.”
 

His breath warms my lips. I nod. My legs snake around his hips and wrap tight. He won’t get away from me easily tonight.

Releasing one hand, he fists his cock and rubs up and down my damp entrance. Every time his piercing touches my clit, my eyes roll back into my head and I fight the urge to moan out loud. So I’m surprised when he growls, “Already wet. I knew you would be.”

I’m ready for him when he pushes the head of his cock into me. Ready or not, I mew like a cat in heat. The fullness, the satisfaction, the stiff heat…it’s perfection. How could I ever want more than this? I feel complete.
 

And it’s then that my eyes fly open and his words come back to haunt me.

“You’re not gonna want anyone but me.”

As soon as my mind begins to panic, Twitch slides home. My mouth opens in a silent moan and my eyes close. Linking our fingers once more, he holds my hands firmly above my head, rocking into me slowly but deeply.

“Miss me?”

I hear the smile in his voice and can’t help but smile back. “You’re an asshole.”

His voice changes. A strong agreement. “I know.”

He thrusts deep and my channel grips him tightly. Almost as if even my body fears this will be the last time and doesn’t want him to go. I don’t know what possesses me, but the words fly out mid-moan, “Kiss me.”

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. “No.”

Well, alright then. It was worth a shot. I guess.
 

Thank God the room is so dark that my embarrassed flush will go unnoticed.

When he stops thrusting and tries to unwrap my legs from around him, I squeeze them tighter around his waist. Dropping his hands, he says low in warning, “Lexi.”

And with a pout, I allow myself to be unravelled. Gripping my hips, he pulls me further down the bed, lifts my legs onto his shoulders, and enters me again in one harsh thrust. A whimper breaks free from me. As soon as Twitch hears it, something in him breaks. He grunts and slams into me. At this angle, it feels so much deeper. So deep that it almost hurts.
 

And I love every second of it.

He continues to work my body into a frenzy. Tossing my head from side to side, I moan loudly and grip the sheets. The first contraction warns us both that my orgasm is coming hard and fast.

So he pulls out. Again.

Exasperated and unsatisfied, I let out a growl of frustration. I can’t stop myself from asking between deep breaths, “So I’m not allowed to come tonight?”

Panting and making no effort to reply to me, he turns me on my side and settles in behind me. Wrapping an arm around my waist, he pulls me into him and nips my ear, “You wanna come, baby?” His fingertips trail down to my sensitive nub and circle slowly.

My nipples bead. “Yes. Please.”

Sucking the point where my neck meets my shoulder, he works me faster, and white sparks flash behind my eyes. “I want you to beg, Lexi.”

I’m close to the finish line, so begging is not above me right this second. “Oh fuck, Twitch! Please, please let me come. I need it so bad. Put your cock in me. Now! Please!”

Placing his knee between mine, he pushes my legs apart and drives back into me. A long groan is pulled from me as my contractions start. He whispers, “Oh baby, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet.”

The tingles in spine turn to full blown fireworks when he slaps my clit. Hard.

Crying out, “Oh my fucking
God
,” my body jerks viciously as I come violently around him.

The arm around my waist pulls, seating me deeper onto his cock as his thrusts shallow. Panting through my orgasm, a sob escapes me. His free hand comes up to knead my breast, and a familiar tingle starts low on my back as I throb around him. He utters breathlessly, “
Fuck yeah
. I knew it. I fucking knew it.”

My eyes cross and I whimper when his thumb and forefinger work together to twist my nipple. Freeing his other hand, he slaps my clit lightly and it happens.

Never in my life have I had a multiple orgasm.
 

Never.
 

Not
ever
.
 

But I’m now living proof that they aren’t a fable.
 

I whimper as tingling takes over my body and my pussy pulses lightly. My whimper turns into a moan when he thrusts harder and deeper into me. When he snarls and bites down on my shoulder, I tip my head back and cry out loudly. My body turns rigid as I begin to pulsate. Twitch bites harder, and the mixture of pleasure and pain breaks something in me.
 

If heaven were a place, it would be the tiny area Twitch’s piercing touches when I come on him.
 

Tears trail my cheeks in complete and utter bliss.

The moment he stills, he groans around my shoulder. His cock jerks inside of me, and the warmth I feel tells me that he – once again – didn’t wear a condom. If it were anyone else, that would be a big deal.

But it’s
not
anyone else.

The arm around my waist holds me tight. Removing his teeth from my shoulder, he rests his forehead in their place. Both panting, we lay there a few minutes. Sooner than I’d like, he slides out of me, then my bed, dresses quickly, and walks away from me without even a peep. Or so I think.
 

At my bedroom door, he turns to me and speaks into the dark. “I’ll call.”

A sudden thought rushes through me, causing my stomach to coil, and without a second thought, I blurt out, “You’re clean, right?”

He stills a moment before he answers in dead seriousness, “Of course.”

My mind and body relax tenfold. Closing my eyes, I listen to the footsteps walk further and further away from me with only one thought in mind:

Please, don’t hurt me.

Turning my desk chair around to face out the window, I place my foot on my opposite knee and wonder why the fuck I can’t concentrate today.

Closing my eyes, I tap the pen at my temple and try to avoid any thoughts of the woman whose pussy tastes so good that I want it available to me at all hours. The woman I already have a purpose for. The woman who is somehow scrambling my fucking brains to slop.

This was meant to be fun. And it started that way.

But it doesn’t feel so fun anymore.

Julius would laugh his fucking ass off knowing I’m startin’ to feel something more than physical for this sparrow.
 

Julius is my best friend. And the person I would do anything for. He’s one of the rare people I listen to. Keeping me safe in juvie is one of the things I’ll always remember.

He saved me.

The door creaks open, and the sound of heels coming my way alerts me to the fact that someone wants something from me.

Like always.

When she comes into view, I turn my head to see Ling smiling at me. “Got a sec?”

Nodding, I watch her smile turn predatory. And my mind sighs.

Not today.

Ling and I have a long standing arrangement. It’s not a big deal. Just sex. But I haven’t touched her since the day my girl got her ass beat. Trying to keep a clear head is hard when sex is involved.

Taking a step towards me, her petite hand and long red nails slide up my bent knee, then higher to my thigh. She wastes no time palming my crotch. I mentally growl. She knows what happens when she takes liberties with me, meaning she’s feeling frisky and wants a reaction.

When I don’t react and let her palm me, her red lips pout. She wants a fight. She’s not going to get one. Her almond eyes narrow and she presses harder into me. Fury masks her face, “What the
fuck
is going on with you, Twitch? You haven’t touched me in ages.”

I don’t answer. She continues to palm my flaccid dick, looking for signs of life, but little Twitch doesn’t want what’s on the menu tonight. Little Twitch’s tastes have changed. Trying to get a reaction out of me, she squeezes my dick hard and digs her nails in. I snarl and bare my teeth at her. Her eyes flare in excitement. This has gone on too long.

Placing my palm over her face, I push back, hard. She stumbles back in her heels and falls on her ass. “That what you want, Ling? You want it rough? Fuck off. I’m not in the mood.”

Chest heaving, still seated on the floor, her face flames. Walking over to her, I offer her my hand, but she slaps it away.

The little woman has too much pride in her. She’ll never learn.

Standing, she smooths down the front of her dress and asks in perfect calm, “You fucking someone?”

No hesitation. “Yeah.”

“You wanna keep her?”

Ling knows me well. She’s an observer. I scratch my chin absently. “Yeah. I’m keeping this one.”

Her face displays stunned disbelief. Clearly not the answer the she was expecting. Then a small smile spreads across her lips. A calculating smile. “It’s
her
, isn’t it?”

My face devoids. “Who?”

Ling smirks, “Her. The girl who came to the office.
Lexi
.” Her eyes darken. “You know. The one you
watch
.”

I don’t like her tone. Anger surges through me.

Crossing the room in a quick stride, I place my hand at her throat and walk her back into the wall until she hits it with a small thud. Squeezing tight enough to warn, but not enough to hurt her, I’ve never been so serious in my life when I threaten, “Ling, I swear, if you fuck this up for me…” Her eyes full of lust, she bites her lip. Leaning forward, I whisper, “I will fucking kill you.”
 

I squeeze her throat hard a moment before I let go. But Ling doesn’t take the hint. Smiling, she looks up at me through hooded eyes and whispers back, “We can still have fun though. I don’t care if you want her too. No one knows me like you do. No one knows what I like.”

Rolling my eyes, I call bullshit. “Not true. I know you’re fucking Happy.” And about ten other guys.

Her cheeks turn pink. “He’s not like you.”

I bark out a humourless laugh and nod once. “Yeah. He has a
heart
.”

Ling has unusual tastes. Maybe that’s why I liked her. For a while. There was a time I thought we were one in the same, but it didn’t take long to see that everything I thought I liked about her now just pisses me off.

Reaching forward and taking my hand, she guides it under her dress to her bare pussy and gyrates, masturbating against my loose fingers. Her eyes flutters closed. She grinds against me and moans out, “Do it.”

This would normally turn me on. Normally.

I know what she wants. I’m so fucking agitated right now that I could. But that would mean she’s won.

Not happening.

Looking around the room in a bored fashion, I sigh, “You gonna be done soon? I got shit to do.”

Her eyes snap open; hurt shines there. She recovers quickly, rubbing her wet pussy onto my open palm. “Come on, baby. Help me. You used to love this.” Her statement sounds more like a plea.

Not able to take any more of this shit, I pull my hand out from under her skirt and tell her firmly but quietly, “Enough. You’re embarrassing yourself.”

Her pretty face changes to something ugly and vicious. Taking both her small hands, she pushes at my shoulders. “Fuck you, Twitch! You think you’re the only guy that can please me? Well, you’re fucking wrong! I can get any guy. Any guy I want!”

I chuckle at the fact that she’s just contradicted herself and shake my head. “Yeah. Okay. Can you take your bitch-fit outside? Like I said, I got shit to do.”

Turning my back on her, I listen to her heels clip-clop away before my office door is slammed shut. Sitting back down in my chair, the first thing that comes to mind is the sweet smile of a woman I should never have had.

My cock stirs.

Running a hand down my face, I think long and hard about what needs to be done, all the while knowing I won’t ever let her go.