“Hey,” I said coldly. “Dane we not do this right now? I really need to get home and get some sleep.”
“That depends,” he said. “What does this entail?”
I couldn't help but grin back at him. “Whatever you had in mind,” I said, my tone softening, and instantly I knew that was a mistake.
He reached out to me, gently enough, and I couldn't bring myself to pull away. He roped my body up into himself, leaving a few respectable inches between us, and I felt my resistance to him quickly diminishing. Maybe I was letting my defenses fall a little bit too far down, but the way things had been going lately, I felt like a woman with little left to lose.
“I think you know what I had in mind,” he said, his breath so warm against my skin as he spoke. It made me tremble in his arms, and I knew I couldn't stop myself as he leaned in, and pressed his lips against my own.
He tasted so perfect.
Our mouths slid and melted along one another, and it felt so wrong, but so perfect. It was exactly what I needed after everything I'd been through these past twenty-four hours- even if so much of it had been caused directly by him.
Sweat rolled gently along my back, trickling against my spine, and I moaned as I brought my face away from him, my chest heaving, my eyes wide.
“So none of that?” he asked, and I laughed.
“Don't you think we've learned our lesson by now?” I asked in a soft voice, really only pretending to put up a fight at this point. I obviously knew that he hadn't.
“Babe, there's one thing you should really know about me. I never learn my lesson...”
He lunged for my throat and kissed so deeply. I sighed, and shivered, and pressed myself in close. I let my hand dance over his chest, savoring the beating of his heart against my palm. Deep down I didn't ever want this to stop.
“I want to do you so bad,” he whispered in my ear, and I could tell from his hardness up against me that he was telling the truth. “I've wanted it all day...”
“God,” I sighed, and shook my head in spite of my dizzy it made me feel just to think about it. “I'm not risking this again...” I made myself say. “I'm not going to take the chance of getting caught like we did last night.”
“We didn't get caught,” he whispered, and he began rubbing his hands along my breasts through my blouse, squeezing them with his hands. “And we won't...”
“You're so sure of yourself,” I whispered back, and I gasped at the radiant plunge of sensations in my nipples before I could manage to continue. “What, do you plan on taking me back to your little love nest again?” I said it so derisively for some reason, but the idea wasn't at all an unpleasant one for me in that moment.
“Actually,” he said, “I've got something else in mind...”
He took me by the hand, and led me across the garage to one of the only cars there. A gorgeous Mercedes with tinted black windows- just the right amount of darkness, I thought, for exactly what he had in mind...
“Ohhh, no,” I protested. “No. This isn't happening, do you understand me? I've indulged you up until now, but this is where I draw the line. I'm not screwing you in the parking garage of the office where we work together. It ain't gonna happen.”
But moments later, the door slammed, and before I knew it I was screwing him in the parking garage of the office where we worked together.
He peeled out of his shirt, and wriggled me out of my clothes, kissing me all over, so hot and so wet as my heart raced inside my chest.
“I got so turned on earlier,” he whispered to me, his voice laced with desperation. “About what you said... About being underneath you... It got me so damn hard for you...”
“Did it?” I gasped, shaking at his touch against my bare stomach. He had me down to my bra and panties, and I knew we were beyond the point of no return. I was so hot for him at that moment, and so wet, I wouldn't have dared try to stop myself even if I thought I could.
“Yeah... I think you might've liked it a little bit too...”
I let him take control of me from that point onward. I let him slide me out my panties, and pull my body around with those powerful arms of his. I let him shift me into position I would never have been bold enough to suggest on my own.
He laid down across the back seat, his hard cock straining through the tightness of his dress pants. He opened up his mouth and guided me up over it, and pulled my open legs down onto himself. His tongue slid up inside me, and I knew it was all downhill from here.
First I tried bracing myself against the seats. Then I lifted both of my arms up over my head and pressed them up against the ceiling. Finally I tilted my body back and rested my palms against his chiseled body for support, my fingers gripping him impossibly tight as my pelvis slid across his face.
I'd never even tried doing something like this before- I never would have even suggested to another partner for fear of emasculating him. But he seemed to love being smothered by me. My thighs crushing the sides of his face. His tongue lashing and rolling so deep inside my pussy as I writhed and twitched on top of him.
I loved it too, obviously.
I moaned, and shrieked, and my ass tightened. He flicked and dashed along every inch of my lips, and pushed himself up in, and working my clit with his middle finger, getting it super hard and super sensitive as I rode him.
My enthusiasm kept on growing and growing, and before long I was throwing my whole weight up against him. Riding that perfect face like there was no tomorrow, unable to get enough of him, no matter how much I tried.
“Oh yes! Yes! Yes!” I shrieked, the pleasure causing my muscles to tense unbearable around him. My knees pushed in tighter and tighter around his face, and I flung my hands up against my breasts as the sensations rose to a crescendo. Then, at the vital moment, he reached up and grabbed my ass, pulling me down tight against his face like he couldn't possibly get enough.
And it was that need, that total desperation, that finally did it for me.
I spilled over the edge. The pleasure surged, and burst, and raced through my entire body. I screamed so loud it made my own ears ring- far too loud for someone who seemed as afraid of alerting anyone outside as to her activities as I had been.
I held, and held, and shivered, and begged him not to stop. Then finally the tension broke, and I felt myself drifting back down again. My chest heaved, and my eyes stared wide into space, and my muscles twitched around him.
His lips continued to slide along my still trembling pussy, and I knew he wasn't finished with me just yet...
I lifted my leg up and let him out from under me, and he smiled, licking his lips as he sat back down in the seat again. “That just made me hungry for more,” he said.
He pulled me onto his lap and I tasted myself on his mouth, so sweet and so delicate, loving every drop of myself as it passed between our lips. He curled his fingers into my ass as I ground up against him through his pants, loving the hot frustration of his growing cock against me with every moment that passed.
He reached down and managed to unzip his pants, and undo the button with considerable effort. I pulled them down from his waist for him, and pulled that hard, delectable cock for him out into the open.
He didn't even have to tell me what he wanted from me. I knew exactly what it was, and I was aching to give it to him in that moment.
I angled his cock up in my hand, getting it as vertical as I could as I opened my legs up around him. Then I drew my body down, and slid him up into me. I cried out as he pushed inside the tight wet lips, spreading them so beautifully apart. He filled me up so thoroughly, and I engulfed him so fully. Every inch of him was like a gift as it filled me, but the most perfect gift of all was the radiant bloom of him slamming down against my g-spot, sending sparks of sensation through my entire body.
“Oh, fuck!” I shrieked, and he leaned in and kissed my left nipple, like the perfect little cherry on top of this already maddening intensity.
I sat astride him like that, my thighs open aro
und his rock hard body, and for a long time that was all that I could manage. But then I felt his hands on my waist, his fingers curling into my ass, beginning to guide me. He drew me forward, and pushed me back again. He pulled me down, and back up, and around and around in a rhythmic motion, like the steady churn of a carousel.
I quickly took over for myself. Grinding my body up against him. Gyrating my hips. Undulating my slender body against his solid musculature. My hands slid through his hair, and my fingers cascaded along his chest like rain. I still couldn't settle on what I should grab onto, and so I just kept touching all over him, wanting as much of the man beneath me as I could possibly get.
In no time at all the car was rocking around us. We were like too teenagers getting it on in the back seat of his car, I knew, and that made me want it even worse. I leapt up and down on him, loving how deep he shoved up into me every time I came down, and aware of how much he enjoyed the wild bouncing of my breasts in his face.
Before long he had my ass in his hands, squeezing me so hard, throwing me down onto him as he shoved his body up into me from beneath. God I loved that hard clapping, that vigorous pummeling as he slammed every inch of himself into me. I loved the shaking of the car around us, and the rising pitch of my screams, and the way the world wouldn't stop spinning as he fucked me to unbearable heights of ecstasy.
Finally he slammed me down onto himself, and it was clear that we'd both crossed the point of no return.
Dane roared, and I felt the geyser of his hot ejaculate pumping up into me, filling my body so deep. It rushed into my deepest chasms, and spilled back from my flesh in its hot abundance, making my heart race, and my bones ache, and finally driving me back up to the heights of orgasm.
I reached out to grab him, and held him against me as I came. I never wanted to let him go. Never wanted to let him pull away again, and take back this abundance of pleasure he'd awakened so expertly inside me.
I held him until I felt the last woozy rush of his love shimmering through me. Then I let out a meager gasp, and practically melted away from him, down onto the seat of his Mercedes beside him.
We both lay there, panting, our hearts still racing after all we'd just done. My mind was blank for several long minutes, and I don't think I would have been prepared for what happened next even if it hadn't been.
“I want more from you,” he said abruptly, without any kind of warning.
I blinked and looked over at him, raising a single eyebrow.
“God, how much more can a woman give you than what I have?” I asked, thinking he meant something physical.
“No,” he said, smiling gently at me, and shaking his head. He reached out, and pushed a damp strand of hair from my forehead. “I think I'm falling in love with you, Jayla. I know it's only been a couple of days, but I'm almost sure of it. I want you, all the time. And I want you to be my girlfriend.”
I must have just looked at him, like a deer in headlights. My eyes wide. My mouth open.
Me? And him? This spoiled rich playboy who'd taken my job, and who'd been screwing my lights out for me almost ever since?
What the hell could I say to this? Yes? No? I'll think about it?
As I sat there beside him in the confused haze of the afterglow, I realized I didn't even have a clue what in God's name my answer might be...
>>> END OF FREE SAMPLES<<<
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