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(He's Mine!, continued...)

“I can’t wait,” you tell her, “I want you. Here. Now. Who cares what any trainer says? I want to be in you. To make love to you.”

Natalie’s resolve was wafer thin as it was and at the expression of your desire it crumples to nothing. “Oh baby…” she says, and kisses you passionately and hungrily. You can feel the energy within her, all pent up and looking for release. You tumble to the floor and Natalie is all over you, voracious and insatiable.

Your buttons fly off as she rips off your shirt and digs her nails into your chest, leaving thin red lines. She tears off her sports bra to release her breasts and lowers them down to smother your face. You kiss her tits and caress them with your tongue. “Yessss…” she hisses.

Natalie wrenches down your pants and then peels off her leggings, leaving you both naked. And there, on the floor, she fucks you hard. You are left seeing stars. You are stunned by the effect a brief period of abstinence has had on her desire.

You grunt and sweat and grind together. “Oh yes, yes,” she gasps, “That’s so good. Your cock feels so good. Thank you for coming. Thank you ffff… I’m cumming!”

She throws back her head and lets out a primal cry as she cums, and this sets you off too. You ride the explosion together and then Natalie collapses on top of you. “Oh…” she moans, “That was… I needed that.” She lies atop you, spent and breathless and, while you can feel she has released what was building inside her, you can also feel that the fire inside her has dimmed. You worry. Maybe her trainer had a point?

You stay the night and you make love to Natalie twice more. In the morning you have to go. She sees you to the door wearing only an oversized t-shirt as a night dress. “I’ll see you at the fight,” you say, and she nods, waving you goodbye.