I deserve more than that, she thinks, pulling him down for another searing kiss, easing him down the other side. She's breathing like she's just run a marathon, and her heart is hammering in her chest. She's still gripping his thigh between hers, and her nails are still fixed in his skin.

She wants to bite him, sink her teeth into him hard enough to draw blood. Make a mark. Penetrate into that hard cold core of him and let loose whatever it is...

She lets that thought die. Part of surviving is picking your battles.

And maybe he's right.

Sometime's all a tight pussy needs is a big hard cock.