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"Oh Gar, I've been waiting so long...." she kissed
him passionately. She tasted of the cigarretes she had only recently quit, and a strange salty sweetness he couldn't define.
Having made his descision, finally, he no longer held back;
he embraced Tara, accepting her bad girl tendencies and the fundamental fact that she was a nasty little tart. He held her tight for a moment, then his hands slipped into her jeans and grabbed her ass. Unlike with her breasts, there was no sensitive nipples
to worry about; he dug in hard.
She squealed her approval into his mouth and then wrapped
her legs around him. Her arms were around around his upper back. He broke the kiss to look over her shoulder (the warmth of her body against his in all the right places made it difficult to concentrate), and awkwardly carried her to the big green bean bag
chair that served as her bed.
The place where he would make love to--no, he wouldn't
kid himself.
The place where he would
fuck
her.
And that was perfectly all right; that was what she wanted
too; wanted it as much as he did, if not more; and had wanted for longer than he had. They might fall in love; might already be in love; but what they were going to do tonight had nothing to do with that, one way or the other. This was not lovemaking, and
probably wouldn't be for some time. That was fine.
Fucking her like a bitch was perfectly acceptable. She
was more than willing to be that bitch for him.
He slammed her down hard into the bean bag chair, which
whoomphed; she giggled approvingly and took her top off.
He could see the bruises around her nipple where he had
clawed it. "Oh Tara, why didn't you say anything? I didn't mean to...."
"Yes, you did," she answered, grinning an evil grin. "And
I let you. You can always kiss it and make it better."
Taking the hint, he bent down and took her small breast
into his mouth and suckled on it gently. There wasn't much there, but he did the best he could to suck on it.
"Ooooh yesssss," Tara crooned, writhing under him, cradling
his head to her tit like he was a baby. "Finally Gar....finally you're mine...."
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