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die. She pushed back against his fingers on a strangled moan, wanting to scream but not wanting
anyone to call the cops. It would be just her luck to get arrested for indecent exposure before she
climaxed.
He removed his hand from her aching pussy. Denim rustled, a zipper lowered and plastic
ripped. So you like a man sliding in from behind, do you? He traced his shaft up and down her
aching slit, soaking his head in her juices, spreading the moisture between both cheeks. Pinned
to your rear, watching your ass move&
She bit her lip, swallowed a moan and pretended to be one hundred percent in control.
That s where he belongs.
He slammed inside of her hard enough to lift her feet off the ground, filling her pussy in one
swift stroke. A shattering orgasm surged from her core outward, rocking her world like the
epicenter of an eight point nine quake. This time she couldn t stifle her scream. It bounced
against the canyon, getting lost in the sound of traffic passing on PCH.
Jay braced one hand on the car, the other on Blaina s hip as he pounded away inside her. He
needed to lose himself in Blaina, to sink so deep that everything he d done wrong in his life
would disappear and he d find himself in a place where fucking her was allowed, and wouldn t
land him in shit so massive he d never be able to dig himself out.
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She was so goddamn sexy sprawled over the car, slamming back on him as hard as he
slammed into her. Never before had a woman gone toe-to-toe with him like this, driving him to
the edge with just a look or a casually thrown suggestion. Not that anything she said was casual.
She knew how to play the game and win.
That was only one of the things that made her so damn dangerous. He was addicted to the
feeling of her pussy massaging his dick, rippling like tiny fingers up and down his length. To
keep from coming as fast as a teenage boy during his first lay, he gritted his teeth and started
thinking about the airflow diagram he d drawn for the carburetor he was modifying.
But when her hand covered his, lacing their fingers together against the cool steel of the car,
all bets were off. That simple touch did him in and he jerked hard, grunting as the orgasm
crashed through him. Rocketing adrenaline and lust blasted through his veins, and his cock
bucked, shooting hot semen into her clenching pussy. It seemed to go on for minutes, hours, her
silky wet embrace shuddering around him, milking every last ounce of come from his balls.
Sweat dripped down his face, blurring his vision. The cool night breeze washed over him,
recalling his senses. He d just fucked a woman against a car in plain view of anyone who might
happen to drive by. And he was an asshole for doing it.
He slid his hand off her hip, wondering if he d bruised her flesh in his frantic desperation.
There d been no tenderness when he d touched her. He d stolen what he could, what he wanted
so fucking badly he d thought of little else since they d first met.
His hand trembled as he circled her waist, holding her against him. Just a few more
moments of bliss, then he d apologize for losing control. He buried his face in her hair and
inhaled, smelling sex and arousal, naughty temptress and sweet redemption.
A flash of headlights turning onto the street brought his bliss to a rapid end. Jay spun Blaina
around so she faced him, using his body as a shield so the passerby wouldn t see that her jeans
were around her knees, that her pussy lips were still wet and swollen from his fucking. He kissed
her, hoping they d look like a couple sharing a good-night kiss instead of two people who d just
finished rutting like wild animals.
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The car passed, disappearing down the street. Jay pulled back, taking a deep breath, staring
at Blaina s reddened lips. He swiped his thumb over the inflamed flesh, wishing he could wipe
away all evidence of his attack.
Her mouth opened beneath his questing thumb, drawing it inside. He groaned as she nipped
and sucked his skin.
Cursing himself, he withdrew from her wicked mouth. He knelt before her, lifting the tiny
slip of fabric she called underwear back up her legs, then returning with her jeans.
With the zipper only raised halfway, her hands covered his. So next time I see you, are you
going to push my jeans down around my knees, or button em up to my neck?
Well, that was a loaded fucking question. Maybe in a thousand years he d be able to come
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