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Thinking that I needed to distract myself, I started to think about the math problems that I hated so much in school. I counted backward from one hundred. I did everything and anything I could think to do to keep myself in check while simultaneously working his cock with singular focus.

“Fuck it,” he said as he flipped us once again.

This time, I landed with my back onto the couch, and his large body slipping between my thighs.

Moving until he had one foot planted firmly on the floor beside my couch, he went up onto his knee, hauled my body toward him, and then guided his cock into me.

I cried out in surprise at the invasion, my body stunned into stillness as every inch of his engorged cock entered me in one swift thrust.

Soon I felt the abrasiveness of his pubic hairs pressing against my clit, and I lost it.

Yet again, all it took for him to get me off was giving me his cock.

This time, though, that was all it took for him as well.

With a muttered curse that sounded quite inventive even to my own ears, he followed right behind me with a strangled shout.

He grunted out each pulse of his cum deep into my depths, and before I knew it, he was collapsing on top of me, burying his nose into the crook of my throat.

He muttered something into my hair that I didn’t quite catch, and I made him repeat himself.

He turned so that his mouth was against my chin and repeated, “I don’t think it’s supposed to be like this.”

I buried one of my hands in his hair, while the other one went to the soft fabric of his t-shirt over his right shoulder.

“I’m not sure that I’ll ever be able to make it further than you shoving your way inside me,” I said breathlessly, and not just because of the sex we’d just had. “I’m sorry, but you’re slowly leeching every bit of air from my lungs. You’re really heavy.”

Grinning against my chin, he twisted so that he was butt to the couch, and I was on top of him.

The new position pushed his still-hard cock deep inside of me, digging delightedly against sensitive tissues.

I couldn’t stop myself from moving my hips, feeling his cock push deep.

He cursed and squeezed my ass again with both hands, his head falling back onto the couch, eyes open.

“What are you doing to me?”

I pulled myself upward only to let my weight settle back down again.

“When you figure it out, let me know,” I teased. “Because I’m in the same boat.”

If I ever go missing, use the selfie with the most likes.

—Text from Hollis to Quincy

QUINCY

The next morning, after a bit of a sleepless night—and not because of any more sex with Hollis—the last thing I wanted to do was hear the pounding on the door at nine in the morning.

But I did, and I hated myself for getting up to answer it.

Yet again, Hollis had left around six-fifty in the morning to head to work, leaving me there by myself with a key and an invitation to come back after she was off work.

I’d gone back to bed, my brain immediately shutting down until the pounding started.

I got up, slipped on my old jeans that I’d found beside the couch, and stopped to clean up the files on the coffee table that’d been the reason for my sleepless night.

I’d done a lot of digging, studying, and calling last night that’d left me up until well past three this morning.

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