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Rain still falling, still hitting his body.

He’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

I scoot my ass against the back seat of the car, sliding across the mess of cum.

My legs are partly open. My pussy is throbbing. I’m wet again. I want him to take me again. Right now.

Corbin grabs my legs and pulls me out of the car.

I stand up, outside, naked, in the rain.

I shiver.

Corbin grabs my hips and he moves me to the closed driver’s side door and slams me against it. He bends his knees and proceeds to kiss me.

I touch his hips and creep my fingers along hard, muscular skin.

Even his ass is made of muscle.

His body is strong and warm.

He begins to kiss down to my neck, then to my chest.

I look down, watching him as he engulfs my right breast.

My left breast is beautifully bruised, marked with his teeth. An aggressivehickeyif you want to call it that.

Corbin’s mouth pulls away from my right breast and he stands back up, all the way, towering over me.

I feel his thick cock touching my stomach.

He’s still throbbing.

“You need to go home, darling,” he whispers. “But soon you will stay here for a night or two.”

I nod.

I’m ready for that. Ready for him. Ready for more.

How will I pull that off? How will I lie to my fiancé about that?

I guess I’ll figure that out when the time comes.

I drive home wearing soaking-wetsocks and shoes, my shirt clings to my body, no bra, my nipples perked tight, showing through the shirt, and my pants draped across my legs.

That’s it.

My hair is knotted and gross.

I look like I’ve been fucked mercifully in the rain.

I drive home, collect myself and walk into the house as quiet as I can.

I move like a drunken zombie, dazed and grinning. I go down into the basement and toss my wet clothes into the washer. I wrestle my shirt up over my head and then take my socks off. I leave my shoes on the concrete floor.

My eyes catch sight of my left breast.

Aching, bruised, tattooed with Corbin’s own personal branding of passion.