Five Times Fucked
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The first time it happened, Angela was lonely and he was saying everything right. She didn’t care for the location. It was by no means private and they were by no means quiet about it. Angela could remember bits and pieces of it, though what she remembered the most was being sore all over and loving every bit of it.
The second time, she sought him out. It wasn’t that she was lonely or even that she wanted this to be a regular thing. It was that he was the only one that she knew that could give her what she wanted and that he might give it to her. This time it was behind a building, any noise they made were covered by the sound of traffic and people on the other side. Her back was more than likely covered in imprints of the brick that she was pressed against. Her hips and ass had scratches all over them and her neck had been marked up and down. It was faster than the first time, only because Angela was called into work.
The third was in her office. Unfortunately she had to be quieter, though the locked door kept any curious people out. Her desk was cleared just so she could easily lie back on it. Her phone had gone ignored until about halfway through and Angela learned how to hold a full conversation without moaning too much.
The fourth was the first time she had ever moaned his name. He was teasing her and she was impatient. She didn’t have as much free time anymore, but refused to stop meeting him. The more she rushed, the rougher he got. Once she had been satisfied, she left.
The most recent was the longest. Her apartment had been roughed up accordingly. There is a way to fuck in every room as long as you are carried and can keep your stamina up. No need to be quiet, no need to rush, though each encounter blurred together in one long fever dream of names, moans, marking, and pet names. She didn’t wake up alone. Her covers were gone, her pillows were destroyed and the sheets had long tears. Angela was sore all over and loved every bit of it.
