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I want to feel her wrapped around my cock.

I want to hear her scream my name as I bring her to orgasm.

I want to feel her walls tighten as I explode inside of her tight pussy.

She wraps her arms around my neck and joins her lips with mine. Her kiss is hungry and desperate for more.

Her hips push into mine as she angles them to rub her mound on my steel hard erection.

She bites my lower lip and gives it a tug.

A deep, low groan forms in my throat as she pulls away, panting to get as much oxygen into her lungs as she can.

Damn, this woman ignites the fire inside of me.

My gaze lowers to her chest as it rises and falls from her heavy breathing.

She looks down at the tent in the front of my shorts. “Sorry, I-”

I cut her off. “There’s nothing to be sorry for.”

“But I didn’t mean to let things get out of control. I didn’t mean to lead you on. It was only supposed to be a quick kiss because I was curious.”

I tip her head until she’s looking at me. “We are two consenting adults. You didn’t lead me on and there’s absolutely nothing to be sorry for.”

Her eyebrows furrow as she searches my face for the truth. I would never make her feel guilty for giving me a boner.

She takes a deep breath before letting it out. “Okay. I should probably head to bed. Good night.”

She turns around and walks to the back door. With one last glance at me, she closes the door behind her and disappears into the darkness.

With a goofy grin on my face, I make my way over to the weight bench to finish my workout.

Keeping the same weight on the bar, I lay down and position my hands where I need them.

I take a deep breath before lifting the bar off the stand and bring it to my chest. Using my muscles, I lift the bar until my arms are straight above me before repeating the motions.

When I get to twenty-five, I place the bar back and rest from the exertion.

Giving myself a thirty second break, I concentrateon my breathing before starting my next set of twenty-five.

By the fourth set, my muscles are burning. Sweat sticks to my skin like a dew drop sticks to a blade of grass.

I keep going, needing to push myself to physical exhaustion so I don’t pull Staci out of the guest bed and drag her into mine to continue what we started.

Just the thought of sleeping next to her causes my dick to rise, not to mention the things I would do to her if she were in my bed.

“Fuck it.”

I put the bar back into its spot, turn off the music and grab my shirt. After turning off the lights and locking the back door, I head to my shower to ease the tension in my balls.

I wrap my hand around my shaft and pump like my life depends on it.

After that incredible moment with Staci, my mind replays the images in my mind like it's a broken record. I can still feel her lips on mine, the way her nipples pressed into my chest, and her rubbing herself on my erection.

A loud grunt echoes off the tile walls as my balls tighten and unload all over the floor of my shower.

As my breathing slows and returns to normal, I turn the water to cool and wash the sweat off my body.

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