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Everything in me, all my raw senses, were focused on one thing, her, getting inside her. Swear to f**k it was almost a compulsion. Having her this close wasn't helping as the protector in me warred with the animal that wanted to take her down on the nearest flat surface and mount her. In the back of my mind I heard rational me asking this out of control beast what the f**k he thought he was doing. All of society's bullshit etiquette went out the f*****g window in a heartbeat. Whatever I'd learned about being a gentleman when it came to the opposite s*x was dashed to pieces and all that was left was the most primal urge to f**k. My d**k was hard as f**k and I kept running as fast as I could until we were a good distance away from the others, holding her safely and protectively in my arm