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“Yes, please,” she begged, rocking her ass up toward me.

I fucked her with my fingers for another minute before adding more of the cool liquid as I eased my fingers out, then pressed my cock in, feeling her tightness close around me as I eased in.

Cinna was sucking in deep breaths as her moans got louder, more ragged, as I pressed all the way in and paused.

“Move,” she begged, wiggling back against me.

I didn’t need more encouragement than that.

I fucked her slowly at first, but harder and faster as she begged for it.

My hand slipped between her thighs, working her clit as I fucked her.

“You’re taking my cock so good,” I said, getting a low whimper in response as she got closer and closer, the way her pussy was clenching making her tighten around me too. “Are you going to come with my cock in your ass?” I asked, getting another moan out of her in response just as her pussy started to spasm, the orgasm slamming through her.

“Fuck,” I groaned, thrusting through it, then pulling out, coming hard and hot on her ass as she struggled to catch her breath.

I was still sitting there holding my cock when, a floor below us, the front door flew open, cracking against the wall.

On the mattress, Cinna let out a little laugh as she rolled her upper half over, looking up at me.

“That was really good timing,” she declared, all pink and dewy from the orgasms.

And I knew right that fucking moment that this was the woman I was going to marry.

Now I probably just had to wait another decade to convince her she wanted to marry me too…

Cinna - 3 years

“Are you wearing heels?” Lip asked as I came into the apartment with a long raincoat belted tightly around my body, finding him standing in the kitchen, eating ice cream right out of the tub.

“I wear heels all the time,” I insisted. Yeah, they were heeled boots, but still.

“Why are they white?” he pressed, frowning at the damn shoes. I should have waited to put them on.

“It is a Friday night. What are you doing home?” I shot back.

“It’s only ten,” he said, shrugging.

Only ten?

I was ready for bed already.

You know, after my plans.

“Where did you go?” he asked, eyeing the bag in my hand.

“I had to get Dav’s prescription,” I told him, shrugging. “Had to go all the way across Brooklyn for an all-night pharmacy,” I added. “So he better not give me a hard time about taking them.”

“I’m sure if anyone can make him take them, it’s you,” Lip said, shrugging and moving back to the couch, blissfully leaving me and my weird outfit alone.

Still, not wanting to draw his attention again, I tiptoed across the apartment and up the stairs before moving onto the second floor, and heading into the primary bedroom.

“Where have… are you wearing heels?” Dav asked, pulling himself up in bed with a grimace.

He had a hastily stitched up bullet wound in his right shoulder, hence my trip to the pharmacy. For antibiotics I’d conned out of one of those internet doctors who asked some basic questions, then sent off a script. So long as you could fake the symptoms that would have them prescribing some broad-spectrum antibiotics, you were all set.

The pain pills were in the bag too, but those had been bought from a trusted dealer.

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