Part 8

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Zan

I flipped her over into her knees roughly. We were a tangle of limbs inside of an SUV onside of the road. Rain was beating againts the side of the truck as we we fucked in the dark.

We couldn't see where one art of us stopped and the other part of us began. Her skin felt like it was on fire as sweat began to bead up on both our skins.

I entered her over and over again as she screamed in ecstasy.

"Fuck me harder," she cried out.

"Like this this?" I pushed into hard and fast  discovering a new tempo. It was like finding a new song on the radio for the first time and instantly connecting to every single lyric and beat.

We both came, together which was unusual for me. I rarely came during sex; maybe, my body knew something I didnt.

We scrambled away from each other. It was like coming up for air. Panting we sat in the back seat without looking at each other.

"That was a one time thing," I couldnt look at her.

"Zan really?"

"I cant protect you like this," I continued to look forward. "This is messy and could get you killed."

I heard her sigh loud as fuck. "Youre just like every other guy."

"Did you think sex would turn into something else."

There was a long awkward silence. The rain that had been pelting the car had started to slow until it was a gentle pitter patter.

"Just take me the fuck back home."

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⏰ Last updated: May 06, 2018 ⏰

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