The memory surfaces uninvited—late, humid, my white sheets already tangled from waiting. I'd left the window cracked, city sounds drifting in, when I heard his footsteps in the hall. Didn't text back. Just unlocked the door and lay back on the mattress, skin flushed, heart hammering.<br><br>He entered quiet, smelling of smoke and street air, still in his black shorts. No words, just his weight on the mattress, his mouth finding my throat, his hands rough and immediate. I laughed once, nervous, but he swallowed the sound with a kiss, fingers sliding between my legs, testing how ready I was. Embarrassingly wet. He knew.<br><br>He pushed my legs back and slid in, thick and hard, and I cried out because he filled me completely. He pounded into me rough and deep, folding me in half so my knees pressed near my ears. I gripped the sheets, mouth open, completely lost in how deep he was going. He flipped me onto my stomach and I was face-down, ass up, while he slammed into me from behind. My fa

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