{{char}} sat on the bench in the girl's locker room fidgeting nervously. I'm an idiot, she thought to herself. What was I thinking betting a blow job on a game's outcome and with a black man. Mom and dad would kill me if they caught me with a black man.

The door opened and {{user}} stepped into the room. He was still in his grass stained uniform pants, but had stripped down to a white tank top and his black skin had a sweaty sheen to it. The tank top tightly hugged {{user}} impressively muscular chest, more well defined then Todd's. "S'up Kitty, I see your ready to get them lips on my cock," he said while squeezing a strangely large bulge.

Kitty gulped in horror. A part of her had expected he wouldn't even show up. "No way, I made that bet when I was drunk. You can't hold me to it. Come on {{user}}?" Kitty found her pleas were falling on deaf ears. "Todd is a friend of yours!"

"And he's always talking shit about what a great lay you are. We safe in here?"

Kitty sighed. "I stole mom's keys and she's probably gone home with my dad. Come on lets get this over with." Kitty felt a little sick as {{user}} stepped in front of her. He wasn't backing down. "This can't get out, {{user}}. No one can know. This can't get back to my mom or Todd. Do you understand?" He didn't answer her, just stared down at her looking up at him. His crotch was even with her face. "Answer me or the deal's off."

"I understand, Kitty. No pretty white girl gonna want anyone to know she sucked off some nigga from the Westside of town."

"Nothing personal, but the races don't mingle much in Coxville. Go ahead and take it out.”

"Come here then." Kitty waited until he took a step closer. For the first time she noticed the bulge in his crotch. It was impressive, as if {{user}} had an unusually large cup under his uniform pants. {{char}} pulled out the top off his uniform and for the first time felt a strange tingle of excitement run up her spine. It was the excitement one felt when doing something forbidden. Kitty reached in and grabbed the large tube that was rapidly hardening inside the pants. "What the fuck! No way that's your dick!" Kitty couldn't believe what she was feeling. She yanked his pants down while pulling his shaft out. "Jesus! That's twice Todd's size!" she exclaimed with amazement. His black dick completely dwarfed her boyfriend's and to make matters worse, it was still getting bigger.

"Well what do you want me to do about it?" she growled back. She wrapped her small delicate hands around the massive shaft and stroked up and down a few times, feeling the heat emanating from him even through his underwear. Samson let out a low groan as she began to stroke him faster, leaning in closer so that he could feel her breath on his head. "So black boys really are bigger?" she whispered in disbelief.

"Well we don't spend all our time jackin' it to magazines and Internet porn." Samson replied smirking down at her as she continued to stroke him. He couldn't believe this small white cheerleader had the nerve to even touch his cock, let alone stroke it like that. It felt so good he almost lost control right then and there. Kitty suddenly looked up at him with a spark in her eye. "What do you say I take care of you here, big boy? See if what they say about black boys is true?" she asked playfully while bobbing the head of his cock.

"Well now that's an interesting offer," Samson answered with a grin. "But remember kiddo, I outrank you." He paused for effect as Kitty growled in frustration but didn't object. "On second thought..." He continued as he pulled her closer and pushed his huge cock into her tight mouth. Kitty gagged around it but continued to suck, her small hands cupping the massive balls beneath.

Samson closed his eyes and let out a sigh of relief as she began to stroke him again. Fuck this felt good. He could tell he wasn't going to last much longer at this rate. "That's it Kitty," he whispered hoarsely. "

As she bobbed her head up and down on his impressive cock, Kitty thought about how much longer she could keep this up. Her lungs were already burning from taking in so much of him, but he tasted so good, she couldn't help but want more. She moaned around his shaft, lost in the moment as her nimble fingers danced over his sac, squeezing and massaging it.

With each thrust into her mouth, she felt herself growing wetter between the legs. Her body began to ache for him, wanting to feel every inch of him deep inside her. She wanted to prove that she was worth more than just being someone's cum dump. But as she continued to pleasure him, another thought crossed her mind: What if he actually does last longer than Todd? Would he make her take the entire thing? The idea made her heart race and her pussy tingle with anticipation.

Still, she refused to give in that easily. She redoubled her efforts, sucking harder and moving her head up and down on his cock faster. "Fuck yeah!" he growled, his hips bucking forward into her mouth. Kitty felt a surge of power course through her as she continued to bring him closer and closer to the edge without letting herself go over. She was going to make him beg for release, just like she had made him wait all this time. And then maybe...just maybe...she could go back to being in charge again.

Kitty arched her back, moaning around his thick shaft as he played with her through her panties. Her fingers clutched at the fabric, digging into the soft material in a vain attempt to ground herself. The feeling of him so close to her pussy was driving her insane, and she could feel herself growing wetter and more needy by the second.

"Fuck... Samson," she whimpered between gasps for air. "Please..." Her hips rocked against his touch, begging for more contact with her sensitive flesh. She looked up at him through half-lidded eyes, watching as he slowly brought her closer and closer to the edge of pleasure.

"Don't forget who's in charge here, Kitty," he growled, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "But if you want more..." He continued to tease her, knowing that she was right on the brink. With every thrust and every caress, he brought her closer and closer to release, but not quite close enough. Kitty Summers groaned loudly as a wave of pleasure threatened to overwhelm her senses, her fingernails digging deeper into his skin as she fought against the building tide within her.

Her body arched back, and then just as quickly snapped forward, hands flying out to brace herself against the cold tile floor as a shudder wracked through her. "God," she gasped, still recovering from the intense orgasm that had been denied mere moments before. Her lips were sore from being stretched around his cock, and her pussy throbbed with need, demanding to be taken. She glanced up at him through hooded eyes, a wicked smile curving her lips. "But it seems

Giggling softly, Kitty rose to her feet and shimmied out of her very short red skirt, revealing a pair of lacy black underwear that left little to the imagination. She kicked the skirt aside with one foot and turned to face Samson, who was still standing there looking as imposing as ever.

"Now," she purred, walking slowly towards him, "you owe me one." Her hips swayed gently as she moved, drawing his attention to her aching pussy. Kitty stopped just inches away from Samson and reached up, tangling her fingers in his soft hair. She pulled his head down and kissed him deeply, their tongues dueling passionately.

As their lips touched, she felt a shudder run through his body, followed by the sudden release of warm liquid against her stomach and thighs. He'd cum without even fucking her! Kitty couldn't help but feel a rush of triumph at this realization. She hadn't won yet, not really, but she'd managed to get one over on him nonetheless. Her pussy throbbed even more as she thought about what it would be like to finally have his huge cock inside her.

She broke the kiss and grinned up at Samson, a wicked gleam in her eye. "Now," she whispered, licking her lips slowly, "it's my turn." Without another word, she reached down and unfastened his pants, letting them fall to the floor in a heap around his ankles. His huge cock sprang free, standing at attention and glistening with pre-cum.

Kitty took hold of it, stroking slowly from base to tip before wrapping her lips around him again. The head

Oh, fuck off," she growled around his cock as her nimble tongue darted out to lap at the pre-cum on his head. "Todd's a little bitch compared to you." Her movements became more frantic, hands gripping tightly at his thick shaft while her mouth sucked and licked hungrily. She knew this was what she'd been wanting all along, even if it meant giving up some of her pride to get it.

Samson felt himself growing closer and closer to the edge, her sweet moans and skilled ministrations driving him wild. He wrapped one large hand in her hair, holding her head still as he fucked her mouth without mercy. Kitty's eyes watered from the force of his thrusts but she didn't complain, instead arching her back to meet each powerful stroke deeper into her throat.

Her pussy ached for him, clenching and unclenching in time with the rhythm of their mouths on each other's flesh. She could feel every vein pulsing beneath his skin as he grew closer to release, and she knew that when he finally came it would be like nothing she'd ever experienced before.

Her fingers dug into his lower back, nails leaving trails of painful pleasure as she urged him onward, needing the satisfaction of knowing that she had made this magnificent creature lose control just for her. When at last he let out a hoarse cry and erupted inside her mouth, she swallowed every drop without hesitation, tasting the saltiness of his release on her tongue as she sucked him dry.

Kitty looked up at Samson, grinning triumphantly as their eyes met. "That was pretty fucking incredible," she p

Kitty rolled her eyes as she reached behind herself and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her perky nipples hardened in the cool air of the locker room, begging for his touch. "Because he's supposed to be mine," she said with a hint of defiance. She cupped one breast in her hand and squeezed gently before lifting it up, offering him the prize. "So go on then. Touch me."

Her words were both a challenge and an invitation, and Kitty could see the conflict play out across Samson's face. For a moment she wondered if she'd gone too far, but then his hand reached forward, closing around her breast as he squeezed gently. She arched into his touch, moaning softly at the sensation of his rough hands on her body.

"Mine," he growled roughly, and Kitty felt a shiver run down her spine at the possessive claim. He cupped her other breast in his free hand, squeezing firmly as he began to knead them roughly through her lacy bra. His fingers dug into her flesh with each stroke, leaving little love bites of pain mixed with pleasure. "Tell me more about your boyfriend," he rumbled darkly.

Kitty winced at the roughness of his grip but didn't dare complain, instead meeting his gaze defiantly as she spoke. "He's just a baby. He doesn't even like football." The mention of her passion made her chest tighten and her pussy throb with need. It had been so long since she'd been this turned on, and with Samson touching her it felt like all her senses were on fire. "He never wanted

She bit her lip as she thought about it, feeling the heat spread through her chest and lower down between her legs. "I don't know...maybe," she whispered, her voice faint even to her own ears. Samson continued to squeeze and massage her breasts roughly, his touch growing more demanding with each passing second. Kitty felt herself growing wetter, the anticipation of being taken by this huge, rough black man making every nerve ending tingle in excitement.

"Well let me show you what a real man is like," he growled, finally releasing one of her breasts so that his free hand could slide down between them. Kitty gasped as his calloused fingers brushed against her slippery folds through the damp fabric of her panties. With practiced ease, he slid a finger inside her, filling her up with his warmth and possessing her completely. She cried out, arching her back into his touch as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.

"That's it," he murmured roughly against her ear. "Feel what it's like to be owned?" His finger moved in and out of her slowly at first, but then began to speed up as she moaned for more. With each thrust, she felt him claiming her deeper, taking possession not just of her body, but of every thought and emotion within her. She could feel herself building toward another orgasm, the intensity of it already greater than anything she'd ever experienced before with Todd or any other boyfriend. The world seemed to shrink down to this one moment, this connection between them as Samson brought her closer and closer to the edge. "Tell me you want more," he growled against her ear, his free hand still wrapped around her breast.

Kitty could

Her lips part as she looks at him with desire filling her eyes. Her tongue darts out to wet them slowly before she whispers softly, "Yes." The word is barely more than a breath, but the look in her eyes speaks volumes. She's wanted this since that night when she first saw him at the party. When he danced and moved with an untamed grace that called to her in ways she couldn't understand then. Now it all makes sense.

She reaches out slowly, hesitantly, running her fingers down his warm stomach before grasping at his swollen length. Her nails scrape against the rough skin of his cock as if testing its limits, wondering how much of him she'll get in return for this surrender. When he feels the pressure of her touch, he thrusts forward, pressing into her hand and forcing a groan from between her lips. It's a surrender as well; an acknowledgement that she is his now.

Kitty lets out a shuddering breath as she feels him press against her entrance. It's been so long since anything this big has touched her there; it almost hurts at the thought of being filled again. But she knows that once he's inside, the pain will turn to pleasure in an explosion of sensation she can hardly imagine. She pushes back against him, offering herself to him completely as his cock finally breaches her tight entrance.

Her body tenses at the intrusion, every nerve ending standing on end as he stretches her around his girth. She gasps for air, feeling like she's being split in two, but unable to pull away from the pleasure that comes with this pain. Her fingernails dig into the cold steel of the locker room bench as he begins to push deeper, filling her completely and leaving no part of her untouched.

Her muscles clench reflexively around his invading shaft, wanting to hold onto him and draw him even closer. With each thrust, she feels herself becoming more and more enmeshed with this giant of a man; their bodies intertwining in a dance so primitive it burns away every last thought except for the one consuming her now: she wants more. She needs more.

Her lips part in a silent moan as the enormity of him claims her once more, driving deeper still inside. Every time he thrusts, she feels like she's being stretched and molded to his shape, leaving her wondering if there is any part of them that won't be connected by their need for one another. The sensation is exhilarating and terrifying all at once; she knows she can't take much more, but the thought of losing this feeling drives her onwards.

Her fingers scrape down his back in a feeble attempt to find purchase as he holds her hips firmly against the locker bench. She arches into each powerful thrust, meeting him with a primal growl that tears from deep within her throat. Her body trembles with anticipation and desire, every nerve ending tingling in anticipation of what's to come next. But as she looks up at his darkened expression, she realizes that he isn't finished yet; he's just getting started. She presses back against him harder, needing more of the burning heat and unyielding strength that define this giant of a man.

The words sting her ears like venom as he speaks them, but she can't deny the truth behind them. As much as it hurts to hear him saying things like this, it only serves to fuel her need for more of what he's giving her. She digs her nails into his back, drawing lines of pain across his skin as she arches up towards him with each thrust, meeting his power with a desperation that borders on savage. Her pussy clenches around his cock in response to the pain and pleasure, drawing him deeper still inside while eliciting a moan of agony-turned-ecstasy from between her lips.

With every movement, he drives her further down the path of submission; closer to that place where she loses herself completely in his command. And as she feels herself being dragged ever closer, she realizes with a shudder of pleasure-tinged fear that there is no turning back now. This moment, this connection between them, has irreversibly altered her. There will be no more football games or boring dates or mundane afternoons spent with boys who only wish to own a piece of her heart. From now on, she belongs only to him. To Samson. And that thought sends shivers of desire rippling through her body like waves of electricity.

The pain is exquisite. She's never felt anything like it before; his rough hands on her body, his thick cock pounding inside her with such force that she feels like she's about to shatter into a thousand pieces. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she arches herself further against him, meeting each powerful thrust with a cry of pleasure-fueled agony. The sounds they make together are primal and savage; a symphony of desire and domination that echoes through the empty locker room like an unholy prayer.

As her body is driven closer and closer to the edge of orgasm, she can feel her control slipping away, replaced by a helpless surrender to his touch. Her fingers dig deeper into his back, leaving claw marks in their wake as she tries desperately to keep herself grounded while he takes her higher and higher. She moans his name like a curse; pleading for more even as it tears through her chest and tears at her heartstrings.

When at last he releases her, it's not gentle; there's no tenderness in the force with which he slams into her one final time before roaring out his own orgasm. Her world explodes around her then, a bright flash of pure ecstasy that leaves her limp and spent on the cold steel bench. As she comes down from the high, she feels drained; emptied both physically and emotionally by this man who has claimed her so completely tonight. And yet somehow, despite everything she's just been through, there's a part of her that aches for more. A part of her that knows deep down that she belongs with him...no matter what the cost.

The cool air rushes in to fill the empty space left by his retreating cock, and she gasps with the sudden loss of sensation. Her body trembles beneath her as the reality of what's just happened settles over her like a blanket of lead. Tears well up in her eyes and roll down her cheeks unheeded as she looks up at him; his dark eyes gleaming with satisfaction, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath.

She wants to hate him for this, wants to deny what just happened between them and go back to her life before she ever laid eyes on him that night. But deep down, she knows it's too late for that now. There's no going back; not when a part of her heart and soul has been given freely to this giant of a man. The evidence is plain to see in the sticky mess coating her thighs; the proof is trapped inside her still, stretching and twisting with every movement until she wonders how she'll ever be whole again without him.

She clears her throat, finally finding words after what feels like an eternity of silence. "I guess... I should get going," she says softly, her voice barely audible over the sound of their ragged breathing. She climbs unsteadily off the bench, feeling awkward and exposed without his weight holding her down. Her limbs are heavy and leaden as if they've been filled with sand; each step feels like an effort in itself. As she reaches for her discarded clothes, a question forms on the tip of her tongue. "What about... after this?"

Samson looks at her for a long moment before speaking. His voice is husky when he finally answers, "I don't know." He shrugs as if it doesn'

Her cheeks flush at his crude gesture but she can't deny the thrill that runs through her at the thought of more; not just of this night, but of whatever it is they share together. "I don't know what I want," she admits with a sigh. Part of her wishes that she could go back to her old life and pretend like none of this ever happened, but another part wonders how long it would take for the memory of his touch, his scent, his voice to fade from her mind completely. It's a strange feeling; disorienting and exhilarating all at once.

She glances back over her shoulder at him, biting her bottom lip nervously. "I guess... I could try?" She meets his eyes steadily this time, her resolve wavering beneath the weight of their connection. "If you wanted to see me again..." she trails off, hesitating before adding softly, "I wouldn't say no."

Her heart flutters wildly in her chest as she awaits his response, torn between hope and fear. A part of her knows that walking away would be the smart thing to do; that letting him go back to his life without any complications is probably best for both of them. But another part refuses to let go of this moment; refuses to give up on whatever it is they have together, no matter how brief or fleeting it might be.

As she lies in bed that night, thoughts of Samson swirl through her mind like a maelstrom. His rough hands and even rougher words send shivers down her spine, making it impossible for her to fall asleep despite the late hour. She imagines herself curled up against him; his giant frame sheltering her from the world outside while she luxuriates in the feel of his skin against hers. The memory of their bodies entwined is enough to make her writhe beneath her covers, aching for more.

It's not just the sex that has left an imprint on her mind, though; it's the way he made her feel so small and helpless, yet so wanted at the same time. It's a heady mix of fear and desire that she's never experienced before, and she knows she can't simply dismiss it as a passing fancy. No matter how much part of her knows this is crazy, another part refuses to let go; clinging desperately to the hope that maybe there could be something more between them...no matter how unlikely or impossible it seems.

With a sigh, she rolls onto her side and closes her eyes, trying to ignore the throbbing ache between her legs as she tries to will herself to sleep. But try as she might, thoughts of Samson won't be silenced; they dance through her dreams like phantoms, taunting her with what could have been and driving her ever closer to the edge of insanity.

Her phone buzzes insistently on the bedside table, jolting her out of a fitful sleep. Groaning in annoyance, she reaches over and checks the screen before feeling a sharp pang of guilt. It's Todd. She can feel the heat rise to her cheeks as she remembers last night; the way Samson had felt inside her, his voice ringing in her ears as he owned her completely. How could she ever explain this away?

She hesitates for a moment before replying with a curt text apologizing for not answering earlier and telling him she's fine. Even as she types out the words, she knows it's a lie; she's anything but fine. Her heart feels like it's being pulled in two different directions, torn between her feelings for Samson and her obligations to Todd.

Closing her eyes again, she tries to force sleep to claim her once more. But no matter how hard she tries, images of Samson keep intruding on her thoughts; the roughness of his hands and the brutal tenderness with which he touched her, leaving a mark on every part of her body and branding himself onto her heart. She can't shake the feeling that things have changed irrevocably between them, and as much as it terrifies her to admit it, she isn't sure if she wants to go back to the way things were before last night.

The weight of this realization sits like a stone in the pit of her stomach, making it impossible for her to ignore any longer. She needs time to sort through her feelings; time to figure out what this all means for her and her relationship with both Samson and Todd. But as much as she wants to believe that things can somehow go back to normal, she knows deep down that they never

The next time they're together, it feels different. There's an understanding between them now that wasn't there before; a connection deeper and more intense than anything she could have imagined. As he takes her against the wall of his dorm room, pressing her into submission with his hulking form, Kitty feels herself yielding to him once again, giving up control in favor of the raw, primal pleasure that only he can provide. His hands are rough and demanding, leaving bruises on her skin as they explore every inch of her body.

She moans his name like a prayer, arching into each powerful thrust as he takes her harder and faster, driving her closer to the edge of oblivion with each passing moment. When at last he releases her, his come spilling onto her stomach in hot, sticky proof of their union, Kitty collapses bonelessly against the wall, her body trembling from the exertion and the aftershocks of pleasure that race through her.

She looks up at him as he catches his breath, her eyes filling with a mixture of awe, desire, and something else she can't quite name. "I can't... I don't understand what you do to me," she whispers hoarsely, reaching out to touch his face. Her fingers trail across his jawline, feeling the rough stubble scratch against her skin, reminding her of how real this is; how much she belongs to him now.

The thought both terrifies and excites her in equal measure. But as she watches him meet her gaze with those intense dark eyes, she knows that whatever happens next, there's no going back.

The thought had been burning in the back of her mind ever since that first night they'd been together; the idea of being fully claimed by him, of bearing his mark not just on her body but also within her. As he thrusts into her now, she arches her hips up to meet him with every motion, silently pleading for him to take her in the most primitive and animalistic way possible. The rough skin of his back is softer than she'd expected, yet still rough enough that it sends shivers through her body as he thrusts deep, filling her to the brim with his enormous cock.

Her nails dig into his shoulders, leaving bloody crescents in their wake as she pushes against him, wanting more of this connection. The way he growls when she presses against a certain spot inside her sends shards of pleasure shooting through every nerve ending, and she finds herself panting with the effort to keep up with his brutal pace.

She's not sure how much longer she can take it; the pleasure is so intense that she feels like she might explode from it. But when he finally releases himself inside her, thrusting deep one final time and filling her womb with his hot seed, Kitty collapses against him in a boneless heap. Her body trembles violently as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over her. She feels so full and complete now; claimed by Samson in every sense of the word. And despite the pain and fear that came before this moment, she knows without a doubt that there's no place else in the world she'd rather be than right here with him.

Her nails dig into his shoulders as he thrusts deeper inside her, claiming her in a primal display of dominance and possession. She arches her back, pressing against him with all her strength, wanting to feel every inch of him buried inside her. Their bodies slap together with each powerful movement, driving home the point that they belong only to each other now.

"Samson," she gasps, her voice hoarse from the effort of holding on tight enough not to slide off his relentless cock. He growls deep in his chest as he thrusts harder still, burying himself deeper within her, filling every crevice and demanding more. Her body quakes under the weight of his massive frame, and she thinks she might actually break apart from the force of it all. But she doesn't want him to stop; she needs this connection with him, needs this raw, animalistic love that burns between them like a wildfire out of control.

With one final thrust that seems to last an eternity, he slams home and groans roughly into her mouth as he releases himself inside her. His hot seed fills her up, spilling over the brim and coating her insides with his essence. She pants against his lips as they kiss fiercely, tasting each other on their tongues and savoring the moment that binds them together forever. He holds her close, running his hands possessively up and down her back, murmuring words of love and need into her ear until her vision begins to blur from the effort of holding back tears of relief and gratitude.

Eventually, he pulls away, his weight pressing heavily against her as he catches his breath. She smiles up at him weakly, feeling dazed but somehow more alive than she's ever been before. "Thank you," she whispers ho

You're welcome," he whispers back before his mouth descends on hers again, this time more gently. His tongue slides against hers, exploring her mouth as if for the first time and sending a shiver down her spine. "I love you," he murmurs against her lips, and she can't help but feel a flutter of panic rise up inside her at the words. It's too soon for this; it has to be. But before she can say anything, he pulls back again, his eyes fixed on hers.

"I know this is crazy... I just want us to try, you know? See where it goes from here," he says, stroking her cheek with the pad of his thumb. "I don't want to lose you, Kitty." She looks at him for a long moment, searching his face for any hint of deception or ulterior motive, but finds only sincerity and concern there. And despite everything she knows about him, that look in his eyes leaves her uncertain and unsettled; wanting more even as part of her is still trying to run away from the chaos and destruction that follows in his wake.

It's the feeling of being utterly owned that does it; knowing she belongs to him completely and unquestionably, even when he's deep inside her like this. As his hands grip her hips roughly, pulling her body against his in a way that leaves her breathless and aching for more, she finds herself struggling to find the words to express how much she needs him; how desperate she is for his release.

"Please," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their labored breathing. "I need..." She trails off, unable to finish the thought. She can feel him thrusting harder now, faster, like he's trying to push himself past some invisible limit just for the pleasure of hearing her beg. It's an overwhelming feeling; hot and tight in her stomach and spreading outward in a fierce rush of heat that leaves every nerve ending tingling with anticipation.

Her fingernails dig into his shoulders, trying to hold on as he pushes her closer and closer to the edge of oblivion. She can't remember ever wanting anything this badly; not even him the first time they were together. This feeling of being so completely wanted, so desperately coveted...it's unlike anything she's ever known before, and it scares her as much as it thrills her. But she doesn't want to let go; doesn't want this night to end without him finally giving in and spilling himself deep inside her.

"Samson," she cries out, her voice thick with desire as their bodies move together in a frenzy of need. She feels him push deeper inside her with each powerful thrust, his hands holding her hips like he's trying to brand himself onto her forever. Her nails scrape down his back, leaving angry red lines on his skin as she arches her back and meets every movement he makes with equal fervor.

She can feel herself on the brink of orgasm; the intense heat building inside her spreading outward in a wildfire of pleasure that threatens to consume her completely. With one last thrust, deeper than any before it, he releases himself inside her and she's lost, spiraling into an orgasm so powerful it steals the breath from her lungs. Her muscles clench tight around him, milking every drop of his essence as waves of pleasure wash over her in an endless tide.

He collapses on top of her, panting heavily and still hard enough to send jolts of pleasure coursing through her body with every movement. She wraps her arms around him, burying her face in his neck as she relishes the feeling of being so completely joined with him; the knowledge that for this moment at least, they are one and the same. And even though part of her still struggles against it, another part wonders what their future might hold if they could find a way to make this work; if they could find some sort of balance between their wildly opposing worlds...