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  “Come on Jake,” she said, “I have to leave in a few minutes.”

  “I didn’t invite you here in the first place,” he said. “In fact, I distinctly recall telling you not to come. Ever again.”

  “Jake darling,” she said, “I know what you need. Shut up now and come.”

  She pumped her hips faster.

  “Jesus, Annika,” he said. “Would you just get off me?”

  She didn’t slow down.

  “Oh shit,” he said.

  She froze.

  “What?”

  “I think the condom broke,” he said.

  She leaped off him.

  “Don’t you put a fucking baby in me,” she said. “Look at this body. Do you want to ruin my career?”

  “Yea, I’d hate for that to happen,” he said.

  She reached into the drawer of the side table and pulled out another condom. This one bright red.

  She turned and looked at his stiff cock standing upright in the air.

  “It’s not broken,” she said.

  “Oh, my mistake.”

  “Asshole,” she said and flung the new one on the bed.

  “If I’m such an asshole, why are you here?”

  “You want me here, Jacob,” she said.

  “Are you fucking kidding me,” he said. “We broke up. I’ve been trying to make you understand that ever since.”

  “Don’t be so melodramatic,” she said. “Americans love big proclamations.”

  “Oh God,” he said, “not this again. Focus down a mile. This is about us. Us being over.”

  “I don’t have time for this,” she said. “We’re made for each other and you know it.”

  Jake shook his head and looked at the narrow column of light peeking through the window.

  “I want things you can’t give me,” he said, “even if you wanted to.”

  He looked back at her.

  “I want a family,” he said, “among other things. We aren’t meant for each other. You know it.”

  “Don’t tell me what I know,” she said.

  Annika stepped down from the bed and looked at her phone on the side table.

  “I have an early shoot this morning,” she said.

  “Great,” he said, “Goodbye.”

  “Nice attitude asshole,” she said.

  “Jesus Annika,” he said. “You’re the one making this fucking insane. Give up. We’re done. You’re gorgeous. I’m sure you have guys lined up around the block. Pick one.”

  “I’ve already picked one,” she said. “You.”

  Jake collapsed back onto the bed and rubbed his temples.

  “We’ll talk about it later,” she said. “I have to shower now.”

  “We don’t need to talk about it later,” he said. “Over doesn’t require more discussion.”

  Annika whirled and jabbed a finger at him.

  “Don’t fucking start with me, Jacob,” she said. “Not this morning. Not after you stood me up last night. Not after you came home with your cock smelling like that little whore sleeping in the other bedroom.”

  “Don’t fucking say a word about her,” he said. “We are not about her.”

  “Then why did you stand me up?”

  “Stand you up,” he asked. “Are you insane? We’re finished. We had no date. What don’t you understand?”

  “Enough,” she said. “I have to leave in ten minutes.” Without another word, she disappeared into the bathroom. A moment later, the shower started.

  Wow. She was fucking crazy.

  Jake crushed a pillow over his face and growled into it. The fluffy material mostly muffled the sound. His biceps flexed and he growled a few more times and then his arms collapsed.

  The pillow hid his face.

  And there, standing at attention, was his beautiful, thick cock. The condom glistened with her wetness.

  Seeing him like that made my insides twitch. Made my pussy throb with need.

  And then an insane idea hit me. My brain told me it was insane. But my pussy told me it was the best idea ever.

  I let my pussy make the call.

  Chapter Ten

  I slipped into the room and quietly shut the crack in the curtains. The sliver of light from under the bathroom door dimly illuminated the room. I stood at the foot of the bed. Breathing. Heart pounding out of my chest. Sweat beading on my brow and I was just standing there.

  How long would Annika be in the shower? She had to leave in ten minutes. The clock next to the bed glowed five minutes after six. I had until six-fifteen. A little before probably.

  If I was going to do this.

  Was I stupid, idiot crazy?

  Or just desperately in love?

  Did I want to get caught?

  Show this whore what true love was?

  She was in the bathroom, could come out any second. What would she do if she saw me? Would she finally let him go?

  Would she flip out on me?

  Part of me hoped so. I could take that string bean bitch.

  Jake’s naked body lay there. Unmoving. The pillow still over his face. That gorgeous big, wet cock standing proud.

  I almost chickened out right then. Because this was certifiably insane. Utterly wrong and horrible. But that made it exciting too. Dangerous. Hot. Fucking sexy.

  Do it. Do it now.

  But I still stood there. It was like my body was frozen. Frozen but for the heat between my legs.

  Don’t think. Just act.

  I dropped my panties and pulled off my little tank top. My nipples ached as the thin, cotton slid across them. The air cooled the slick groove between my legs.

  This was crazy.

  Fine.

  I was crazy.

  I crept up on the bed and wrapped my hand around his thick cock.

  His body jumped a little.

  “Annika, what are—?”

  “Shhhhh,” I said. Quiet but forceful, like I figured she would do it.

  “Stop—”

  “Shhhhhhhh,” I said again.

  I stroked him and up down. Slow and gentle. A soft, caring touch for his enjoyment, and wasn’t just trying to finish him off fast.

  He settled after a moment. I traced my fingertips up the underside of his shaft, over the thick veins and around the spongey head. So hard and so soft at the same time.

  My other hand massaged his balls. I traced back down his length, to the ribbed edge of the condom at his base. I tugged it off and threw it to the ground. I didn’t want that bitch’s scent on him.

  I used both hands to stroke him up and down.

  A muffled moan escaped into the pillow.

  I pushed his legs apart and dropped my mouth to his balls. I ran my tongue across those full, fertile rocks. His body shivered. I lifted his balls with my nose and licked at the tender skin underneath. Lapped at him like a dog at a water bowl.

  Another moan escaped.

  His back arched a little. I came back up and sucked and licked his balls. I clamped my teeth around the base of his shaft. My jaws ached having to open so wide. I nibbled his flesh and felt his throbbing heartbeat on my tongue.

  I released him before the temptation to bite too hard overtook me. I wrapped one hand around his base. My fingers and thumb barely touching around his girth. With the other hand, I stroked the sensitive little band of skin below the head.

  I lowered my open mouth. My throat muscles relaxed and ready. His engorged head penetrated my mouth, stretched my lips as he popped inside. My tongue cupped his shaft as I went lower.

  His cock tasted vaguely like that plasticky condom he’d just had on. It was a little gross.

  But thrilling too.

  Thrilling because I was washing away her claim on him. Replacing it with my own.

  He was mine.

  I took a deep breath and took him all the way in. And didn’t gag. Much. I felt a surge of pride. It was no easy feat taking in such a big cock. Especially for me, with my grand total of one single blow job on my res
ume.

  Maybe I was some kind of cock-sucking idiot savant. If so, that was better than counting toothpicks.

  His size choked me. Filled my throat so no air could get through. I was prepared for that. Had taken a deep breath. But the overwhelming urge to gag was hard to keep under control. I stayed there. My nose bumping against his base. My lips stretched tight around him. Jaws aching and creaking so wide.

  My body convulsed. From excitement. From lack of oxygen. It was hot. And a little scary. My head felt light. Swimmy.

  I couldn’t take it anymore.

  I gagged and yanked him out of my mouth. Gasped for a breath. Heard Jake groan with pleasure. I was doing this to him. I was giving him this pleasure.

  Wetness spilled down my thighs. My petals engorged and slowly parted. Begged to be plucked. I smelled the wetness. The ripeness. The readiness.

  He reached for me.

  “Annika, don’t,” he said.

  I pushed his arms away.

  “Shhhhh,” I said again. Forcefully.

  His hands fell to the pillow.

  My breath hitched for an instant as I took in his naked body laying before me. His narrow waist, muscle-lined stomach, and powerful chest. He was gorgeous and my pussy agreed.

  Before I knew it, the new condom was ripped open and rolling down his thick shaft.

  I glanced at the clock. Six-ten. A few minutes before she finished in the shower.

  I stroked him while the dizziness slowly melted away. He throbbed and pulsed in my hands. He wanted to deliver his hot load so badly. He just needed a tight little, home to do it.

  I had a tight, little home.

  His home. Inside me.

  Chapter Eleven

  I crept over Jake’s body, making sure not to brush against him. I knew if he felt my body, he’d know it wasn’t Annika. No one was going to mistake my full curves for her beanpole body.

  What would he do if he knew it was me?

  Would he freak out and toss me off the bed? Maybe spank me and send me to my room?

  The spanking part sounded good. But I didn’t want to be sent away yet.

  I wanted to have him inside me.

  I kept my hands around his girth as I straddled him in a squat. My legs tensed as I slowly lowered myself onto his hard cock.

  I brought his head to my tender lips. The entrance to my body and desire. It felt so delicious there. Little tingles raced through me. Settled in my toes and the back of my neck. My newly nineteen-year-old nectar dripped down his shaft.

  I lowered myself. His eager head pushed into me. Split me open and stretched my insides. His thickness filled me. My legs quivered, threatened to give out.

  But the fear of my full weight slamming down on his cock kept me up. The fear of him splitting me apart like an axe to a log. It was a real, physical fear. My inexperienced, tight, little pussy was just as scared as I was.

  And just as greedy too.

  I lowered a little more, one hand on my legs to steady myself and one hand at the base of his cock, to keep him from bucking up and slamming into me. I absolutely had to control his entrance into me.

  To control his thrusts until my pussy milked him dry. I felt so powerful. So greedy, hungry, fearless. An animal coming into my own.

  I slid back up, leaving more of my slick wetness along his length. I eased back down, a little further now. His size pushed against the walls inside me. Stretched me to a stinging, delicious pain.

  I bit my lip to keep from crying out. A lance of stinging pain jabbed me. The sting was there, but not as sharp as the first time. He filled me completely. Like my body was skin wrapped around his thickness.

  The pain ebbed as the pleasure built. Tingling sparks radiated from my insides. Swept through my body in building waves.

  I slowly lowered back down, going further. All the way in. His manhood split me wide open. He filled me more than I could take. Tears of joy and pain fell from my eyes.

  I looked at the clock.

  Six-fourteen.

  Shit. She would be out of the shower any minute.

  But I couldn’t stop. I should’ve, but I couldn’t.

  Gritting through the discomfort, I balanced myself in a squat above him. My legs trembled from the anguishing mix of pain, pleasure, and a growing exhaustion. Our bodies connected through the flesh between us. The hard flesh between his legs jutted straight up and into me.

  I brought myself up and down. Again and again.

  Jake clutched the pillow and moaned into it. His hips bucked up into me. Driving his cock deeper and harder into me. Deeper and harder than seemed possible.

  My body and world were filled with stiff, unyielding cock.

  Oh my God. He was so big. So hot. So full of cum for me.

  I stroked his balls while my pussy pumped against him. His girth glistened in the dim light as it appeared and reappeared.

  His abs showed in stark relief of light and shadow. He was gorgeous. Potent.

  It hit me in a flash. An overwhelming quake of deep, genetic understanding.

  It was insane.

  It was the truth.

  I wanted to have his baby.

  I wanted his cum inside me to grow a baby.

  It was crazy to say. It was wrong in so many ways. But my body was certain.

  Utterly sure.

  I wanted to tear the condom off and slam my pussy onto his bare cock.

  I rode him harder, stroking his balls, silently begging for the salty gift within them.

  My tight, silky glove squeezed and stroked him. His size filled me full over and over. Involuntary clenches crested again and again inside me. Each spasm sent a shudder through my body.

  His balls clenched up, a little tightening. They were ready to fill me up. I was so happy.

  I needed it and he would give it to me.

  “Oh Julia,” he said through the muffled thickness of the pillow.

  I froze.

  Did he just say my name?

  “What,” I said.

  “Annika,” he asked and yanked the pillow off his face.

  It took him an instant in the dim light. And then his eyes went wide as recognition registered.

  Did he just say my name?

  And then shower water shut off.

  He grabbed my hips and pulled me up. Lust, rage, and need clouded his eyes. He was a chaos of primal emotions.

  Then, unexpectedly, he slammed me back down on him. Buried his enormous cock inside me. I bit my lip, whimpered, and came all over him. My pussy clenched tight over and over as the waves crested through me. His balls tightened again and I knew he was about to spray his hot seed.

  Then the bathroom door creaked open.

  He threw me to the floor next to the bed. I lay there bent over while the orgasm shook the last waves out of me.

  “Jesus Jacob,” Annika said. “Still hard as a rock? You need to finish that badly, huh?”

  I felt the bed move as she climbed onto it.

  “Fine, I can give you a couple minutes,” she said.

  I snuck around the edge of the bed, my hard nipples dragging over the plush carpet. I made it to the foot of the bed and peeked over.

  Chapter Twelve

  Jake’s feet splayed out, inches from my head. Annika sat next to him, her back to me. She peeled the condom off and slowly stroked him. Jake glanced at me as I popped up. He quickly looked away.

  “Annika, stop it—”

  “Jacob, shut up. Your dick is straining to release. I never want to hear I don’t take care of you.”

  “This is not—”

  And then I ran my tongue across the pad of his foot. Between his toes. Circled around his big toe.

  He moaned, deep and hungry.

  “You were saying,” Annika said.

  She stroked him a little more firmly.