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had red hair but wasn’t very handsome, not like Collins.  Damn, she didn’t want to think of that asshole but she usually did.  Collins’ gorgeous face appeared in her mind like it was yesterday.  She hadn’t seen him in like two months but she could picture him as clear as day.  He was so handsome and rugged.  He had dark red hair and a nice trimmed beard.  Never in her life had she seen a more handsome red head.  He also had the deepest green eyes that looked like emeralds.  His chest was ripped and his body was so strong over powering hers.  His cock………… Shit, why did she always go there?  Why did she keep thinking of that asshole?  She hated to admit it but she had loved the sex between them.  She would never admit it to him.  She was embarrassed how much she got off on it.  How could she love being forced and humiliated with him, by him? 
    She kept remembering the way he forced her to her knees in front of him.  How strong and commanding he was.  Karen’s hand slipped under her shorts and her fingers started stroking her pussy.  Oh that felt good .  She was already wet.  Then her other hand slipped up under her shirt.  Karen started rolling her nipple between her thumb and forefinger.  “Oh, Collins…….” She murmured as she slipped a finger inside her.  Then she added another one to make herself feel fuller.  Shit, that felt good .  She imagined Collins in front of her holding his cock out and forcing it down her throat, like he owned her.  “Yes,” she moaned.  She imagined him pushing and pulling his cock in her mouth, holding her head still where she couldn’t move.  “Fuck my pussy,” she whispered under her breath.  Her fingers started pumping faster into her snatch.  She could hear her juices making squishing noises as she continued to thrust her fingers in and out.  She roughly grabbed her breast and squeezed hard with a little bit of pain.  She took her nipple and started twisting it.  In her mind she saw him grabbing her up off the floor and forcing his will on her.  In her fantasy, she imagined that he proceeded to pick her up and slam her against the wall.  He was just about her height so their bodies aligned with ease.  In her mind she wrapped her legs around his waist as Collins thrust into her in one hard push.  He was in her balls deep.  She pictured him whispering in her ear with that Irish accent, “You know you want it!”  That was when Karen’s pussy started to convulse around her fingers and she started screaming out his name, “Collins!  Shit, yes!  Oh fuck……..” Then Karen collapsed on the couch in a heap, panting from her effort.  Dang, she was tired.  Why was she always so tired?  And that was when Karen fell asleep.
    ***
    Collins was watching Karen in the mirror with complete and utter surprise on his face.  Hell, he was shocked.  Karen wanted him, thought about him, and craved him like he craved her.  Watching her masturbate, calling out his name several times was one of the best moments of his thirty-five years.  He now was positive that Karen had feelings for him, besides hate.  Women didn’t masturbate to men they didn’t like.  Wow, everything was coming together for Collins.  He would bring her home soon but he needed to secure her feelings a little bit more before he went to get her.  If she was indeed pregnant with his child; that would be another point in his favor when he went to convince her to come home with him.  He just needed to wait a few more weeks and then he would know.  All the signs were pointing toward her being pregnant.  She was tired often, and got a bit nauseous some mornings but not daily.  Collins was so excited he didn’t know what to do.  Maybe it would be a good idea to get rid of his massive hard on.  He had things to do, things to get prepared for when he brought Karen home with him.  But first, thinking about Karen on her couch, bringing herself to orgasm was doing