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To rush.

To rip the lace off her and carry her to the bed.

To bury myself inside her and make her cry out my name.

I do not rush.

Instead, I let her take my belt off and undo my slacks. Let her pull them down, and her hand brushes over my cock.

Fuck.

"Victoria," I say, a warning in my voice.

She looks up.

"You are playing with fire."

"Am I?"

Her expression is almost innocent.

My cock aches.

"Keep going," I say.

"Maybe I want to play with fire."

"Are you certain?"

"Yes," she whispers.

My cock twitches.

Then she pulls my slacks down, and her lips part at the sight of me, hard and ready.

She runs a finger over the length of me, and it takes everything I have not to move.

She strokes me again, then circles the head, her eyes on mine.

I groan.

"Enough."

My hand slides into her hair, and I pull her up by it.

She cries out softly.

Then her hands are on my chest, her tongue is in my mouth, and she is kissing me like a woman who wants to be fucked.

And fuck her, I will.

Hard.

Soft.

Deep.

I cannot decide.

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