This time, I’m not surprised when she knocks.

I open the door and she’s standing there, not saying a word. My eyes stray to her body, to the curves under her clothes. She’s not wearing a bra, and I’m betting she left the panties behind as well. I can feel my blood pumping, my desire rising, and I know this is a bad idea.

We can’t leave Kristi alone in that room. But fuck if I’m going to let that junkie bitch take this away from me.

I reach out and grab her by the waist. I pull her into the room, turning, letting the door shut as I press her up against the wall. Cora gasps as I kiss her neck and press against her hard.

I kiss her lips, not bothering to say a word. I don’t think either of us needs to talk. We both know what’s happening here as my tongue slides into her mouth.

I’m hard as hell as she slides her hand down the front of my pants. I grunt when she wraps her fingers around my hard cock through my boxer briefs. I kiss her neck and tease her ear.

“I knew you’d come,” I say softly.

“How?” she asks.

“You couldn’t let what we started last night wait any longer.”

She bites her lip and I pull her shirt up and off. Her breasts are fucking perfect, round, and full. I take one pink nipple between my lips as she starts to stroke my cock.

I pull down her jean shorts, letting them drop to the ground. I smile as I slowly stroke my hand up her thigh. I was right, she’s not wearing any panties, and my cock just gets hard.

She groans as I find her pussy. She’s fucking dripping wet, and that only drives me wild inside. I pull her hand out of my pants and pin it up above her head, against the wall, my other hand stroking that sweet little cunt. I tease her nipple again, sucking and licking it before kissing her mouth, pressing my fingers deep inside of her.

She lets out this fucking sexy as hell moan right into my mouth as I slowly stroke my fingers in and out of her. I stop and tease her clit and I can feel the shivers run down her spine.

“This is why I stayed,” I whisper in her ear. “This right here.” I press my fingers back inside of her pussy, making her gasp.

She looks at me as I fuck her pussy with my fingers, back pressed against the wall, one hand above her head. I kiss her chest and tease her nipples again, getting her soaking wet. She reaches forward and pulls down my pants and my boxer briefs before taking my cock with both hands.

She strokes me as I kiss her chest. It feels so fucking good and I’m hard as a rock. I bite her lower lip and press my fingers deep, making her groan.

“You’ve been thinking about me fucking your tight pussy, haven’t you?” I whisper to her. “Dirty fucking girl. I bet you’ve wanted it for years.”

“Yes,” she gasps. “I’ve wanted it for years.”

A thrill runs through me. I’ve felt the same way, but I never could understand it or put it into words.

I pull back and take her by the hair, pulling her back into the room. I keep the lights down low as I press her toward the bed, bending her over, putting her hands on the comforter. I drop down behind her and take her hips in my hands as I start to suck and lick her pussy from behind.

She tastes so fucking good as my tongue explores every inch of her. The moans she makes drive me fucking insane. I know this is wrong, so fucking stupid. The junkie next door could get up and run away at any point, and if she gets away now, we’ll never see her again. But I just don’t care. I only want this pussy, this girl, everything about her.

I tongue her faster and deeper, lapping her up, tasting her, making her moan. I love the way she pants my name as I tongue that pussy deep.

I stand and shed the rest of my clothes. She looks over her shoulder as I pull her head, pulling her back toward me. She reaches behind her and strokes my cock as I turn her head. I kiss her deep, fist in her hair.

She groans as I press her forward again. My cock teases her pussy slowly before I push myself deep inside.

I groan, unable to help myself. She’s so fucking tight, warm, and wet. It’s exactly what I’ve been picturing all these years. I thrust deeper and she gasps.

“Fuck, Wyatt,” she groans.

“This is exactly what I always dreamed it would be,” I grunt. “Fuck, Cora. You feel so fucking good.” I start to stroke into her, deep and slow.

She groans in response, moving her hips, taking me deeper. I fuck her harder then, needing every inch of her tight pussy.

Everything else around me disappears. I’ve never felt this way before with a woman. I’ve never felt so completely out of control and wild with lust and intense need. Maybe it’s this fucked up situation we’re in, but I think it’s just her, just Cora. I stroke deeper, fucking her harder, feeling every single inch of her pussy as I stretch her out rough and hard.

I slap her ass, pull her hair, and that only makes her moan louder. She responds to every single motion I make, every thrust and grunt. Her moans fill my mind completely, and I know I’m losing myself, but I just don’t care.

I rip into her. She jerks her hips back. I let her twist around and I push her back down onto the bed, onto her back. I grab her legs, hooking them over my shoulders as I rock my hips into her pussy.

I feel those breasts in my palms as I fuck her deep and slow. She groans and I can see the sweat on her brow. I kiss her, tasting the salt on her lips as I push deeper, deeper, needing it, pleasure filling me completely.

I fuck her harder, rougher, deeper. We’re moving together in perfect rhythm, our bodies taking over where our minds just fail to understand. She’s moving her hips in slow jerking motions and I’m thrusting into her, fucking her deep and hard. Her moans fill my ears, and I know I can’t take it anymore.

She comes first. She comes with her whole body, and it’s absolutely fucking beautiful. I watch as she tightens, tensing and twitching, her face screwed up in total bliss. It pushes me over the edge and I come hard inside of her, exploding deep into her pussy, filling her up completely.

When we’re both finished, I collapse onto the bed next to her. She looks over at me and laughs, and I can’t help but grin in return. She kisses me and I kiss her back.

“I better go,” she says.

I shrug. “You can stay if you want.”

“I know. But I shouldn’t.”

I nod. I know that’s the right thing, but selfishly I want her to stay.

“Go make sure our junkie doesn’t run.”

She grins at me and stands. I watch, propped up on one elbow, as she gathers her clothes. She gets dressed and I can feel my cock stiffening already at the thought of peeling that clothing off one more time.

She smiles at me, catching me peeking. She walks over and kisses me. “Don’t get any ideas,” she says.

I go to answer, but she’s already leaving. I don’t know what she means by that, but it doesn’t matter. As quickly as she appeared, she disappears back out into the hallway.

I fall back onto the bed. I’m ringing with pleasure, joy, and something else… something harder. Confusion maybe.

But I don’t let that get to me. I feel good. That’s all I need to know right now. I feel so damn good with Cora.