“Yeah, baby?” He glanced over, seeing that she was watching his hands.
“I’m not going to change my mind.” There was a little hitch of nervousness in her voice, but she’d meant it.
“Then why don’t you come a little bit closer,” he invited. “Put your hand on my leg. Touch me.”
Refocusing on the road, he drove on. Grace’s hand rested on his knee. “More,” he said, shifting gears and widening his thighs. Her fingers slid to his fly, cupping his erection.
“Ohmigod, you can’t be wearing underwear.” she mumbled, her sweet hand caressing up and down. She had the right touch, using enough pressure through his jeans to keep him hard and wanting more. “Feels like a telephone pole.”
He grinned proudly. “I’m big enough, Gracie. You’ll be real pleased when I fuck you.”
“I really hope so.” Grace didn’t stop playing. “I’m tired of buying batteries.”
“Don’t give up on the toys. There are things I can do to you with my cock and those toys that will make you come so many times, your head will spin.”
“What about your rule?” she tested.
“Zipper,” he answered first.
Grace understood. Her long fingers trailed to his zipper. Carefully, she unbuttoned him with a couple of twists. With her help, his zipper went down real nice and slow.
She was good, his Grace. “You know the rule, baby.”
“No coming without you,” she said.
“Right, or face the consequences,” he warned.
Picturing her bound to his bed, her legs spread wide and her pussy at his mercy because she defied him, he clenched his jaw. Grace’s hand parted his fly. Warm soft fingers wrapped around his shaft.
Fuck! No woman had ever had fingers long enough to ring his cock completely. Grace’s were so tight, perfect. She was fucking perfect.
Cleverly, she drew him out. He was hard as a tent spike in her hand. She fisted him, using her thumb to work the nerve-rich foreskin up and down his glans. The pleasure from her touch shot to his testicles, gripping low in his spine.
“Do not make me come while driving. You’ll get your chance when I get you home.”
She made a cute mewing noise, like a contented kitten finding milk, when she folded his foreskin down at the base of his helmet and traced the ridges. “I’ve never…been with an uncircumcised man.”
“You okay with that?” Refusing to flinch at the idea of having a scalpel anywhere near his dick, he saw his exit looming up ahead and shook his head. It wasn’t part of his early childhood culture to circumcise boys.
“I’d never ask you to change this,” she answered, slowing her pace. “From what I can feel, I’m thinking you’re going to be beautifully endowed.” She’d only drawn out the head and a few inches of his shaft. Yeah, he had ten inches to fuck her with.
“Now there’s a polite way of making a man feel hung like a horse,” he said, laughing.
Heading for home, he downshifted. Only five miles left to go. It’d be the longest five miles in his life. He could probably run it faster than sticking to the roads.
Finally, his driveway came into sight. “Hold onto my hat, baby. We’re almost there.”
He swung the truck into the drive and floored it down the lane. Grace gasped and had to let go of his cock to keep his hat from flying off her head. Big oak trees lined the driveway, with deep woods on either side. No one would know there was a busy highway five miles away.
They came to halt in front of his five-car garage. His home was a five-bedroom log cabin. He was proud of it. He’d put his hands to work and helped build it. The garage was set back from the house about ten yards.
“Dallas! This is your home? It’s…it’s enormous. And it’s absolutely gorgeous.”
Punching the remote for door one, he eased in carefully.
“Behind the house there’s a corral and a barn and plenty of small trees. You’ll see it better in the morning,” he said. “I’d like to get a couple horses and ride the trails in the woods.”
“That sounds nice.” Grace had grown tense. Then she saw the reason he had a five-car garage. “Wow, three cars and a truck? Where’s the fifth one? Wait, is that what I think it is?”
She didn’t wait for an answer. She was out of the truck before he opened his door.
“A Shelby Cobra GT!” she exclaimed. He climbed down, coming around to stand near her. “That’s my dream car.”
Grace went to it, stopping short as if she feared it’d bite her. His precious baby, the Shelby, sat in its customary space. White with black stripes, the vintage muscle car was completely restored to its former glory.
Beside the GT, he had a restored red ‘65 Mustang. There was also a Road Runner he’d been working on. He’d gotten it at auction for a steal because the paint job sucked. The engine was done. He just needed to pick the right color to accent the lines and beauty of the beast within it.
The only spot that was empty was the one closest to his truck. Dallas wondered what Grace Daniels’ car would look like parked there. Would it fit?
“You like cars, baby?” he asked, heading toward her. He was proud of his state-of-the-art garage, and his ability to work on engines.
She was still at the Shelby, walking around it slow and steady. She was awed.
She was beautiful.
“Ohmigod, Dallas, you don’t know the half of it,” she answered. “Before I moved, I traded in the car I’d been driving for years and bought myself a new red Camaro with the money I’d saved in car payments. It has black stripes on the hood. She’s gorgeous.”
Interesting, Grace referred to her car as female. So did Dallas when it came to his car collection. And he wasn’t done. If he had to, he’d build another garage to fit them, but he had dreams of adding a Mach II hatchback, a Chevy Chevelle and a Firebird.
“Did you do the work on the cars yourself?” she asked.
“The engine work, yes,” he answered. “My dad taught me to work on cars.”
“Body work too?”
“Nah, I take them to an auto body detailer.”
She came back around to the Shelby’s hood. “I do love muscle cars. It’s a weakness, I guess.”
Strolling up to her, Dallas removed his coat and set it on the hood of the Mustang. Moving in on her, he took his hat from her hands. He tossed it, watching it land safely near his coat.
“Obviously, I like muscle cars too,” he said. “My weakness is for Amazonian women with a liking for fast cars.”
For a second, Grace’s pretty face paled. She bit her lip, fighting something within herself. “Hardly an Amazon, but I’m warrior tough,” she joked, holding her fists in a boxing stance.
Reaching out to take the coat off her shoulders, he sent it flying in the general direction of his other cars. “What are you doing?” she asked.
“Getting you naked,” he answered.
“Now? Here?” She kind of shrieked, but her eyes widened in invitation. “It’s cold out. Aren’t you afraid of shrinkage?”
He hadn’t noticed the temperature. “That’s not going to be a problem,” he promised, glancing down.
His erection stuck out from his open fly like a flagpole. His helmet-shaped tip was visible from where the foreskin had naturally rolled back with his erection. He was so hard. If he didn’t get inside her soon he’d go mad. Her gaze dropped to his cock, making it that much harder to slow down.
“My, oh, my, McKay, you’re a welcome sight,” she praised. Crazy woman, she licked her lips.
“Gracie?”
“Dallas?”
“Take your clothes off, now.” Putting a subtle push into his voice, he watched her flush sweetly.
In a flash, she whipped her sweater off, then bent over to remove her boots and socks. Once she straightened, he reached back behind his neck to pull his shirt up and off. Watching her unzip her jeans, he toed off his well-worn cowboy boots and socks.
They lowered their pants at the same time, setting them ou
t of the way. He straightened when he was naked except for the beaded choker his sister made for him. Grace was in her bra and panties. She reached around her back to unhook the strap, jutting her big, bountiful breasts at him. And Dallas couldn’t wait any longer.
“Mine,” he claimed, stepping right up close to her. “Drop your arms.”
She obeyed. He cupped her through a bra that enhanced her generous curves. Grace reminded him of a pinup girl. Hooking his fingers at the straps, he slid them down her shoulders.
“Hello, bombshell,” he said, letting the bra go to her elbows. Using one hand, he pushed it until it fell to the floor.
Her breasts were round and full, definitely a D-cup, tipped with large, rosy areolas and raspberry-pink nipples pointed right at him. Now weren’t they a pretty sight? Cupping both breasts in his hands, he couldn’t fight the grin. Grace’s eyelids lowered, and her full lips parted on a sigh of pleasure.
He’d given that to her. He’d give her more. Squeezing and playing, he enjoyed the feel of her soft, soft skin. Wanting her to feel nothing but pleasure, he edged his thumbs around her nipples.
“Oh God,” she cried out, pushing herself into his hands.
“No, oh Dallas,” he corrected. “My name, Grace, only my name crosses those lips.”
“Ever the alpha,” she muttered.
“You objecting?” If she called a halt to the way this would go, he’d try to slow down.
“No,” she said.
Nodding his approval, he relaxed. Stroking her big, beautiful breasts, he imagined seeing his cock pumping in between until cum sprayed all over them. He’d wipe some away, taste it and then share it with her. Some guys didn’t get off on that. Dallas wanted to try everything with Grace.
“Kiss me,” he said.
Grace sidled up close, nestling into his arms. Her breasts smashed into his chest when she lifted to her toes and kissed him. Letting her set the pace of the kiss, he ran his hands to her waist and caressed back around to her ass. He tightened his fingers, loving the way she felt. She was all sweet and generous curves and warm, sexy woman.
Her tongue slipped through his lips, touching his teeth. Parting them for her, he invited her in. She tasted hot and sweet, faintly of his hot sauce and sweet tea. Her honeysuckle scent blew his mind. It was all over her. But he wanted to stamp his scent on her like a brand so that every male within a foot of her knew he was her lover.
Moving his hands, he hoisted her up. “Dallas!” she yelped when he backed her up two steps and set her on the hood of his Shelby. “The car, we might dent it.”
“Fucking you on it will be worth it.” Deftly, he snagged her panties and dragged them down her long, shapely legs. He didn’t know where the scrap of lace landed when he tossed it. “Stay there, Gracie.”
He stepped away. His Amazonian warrior rocked back, placing one hand behind her as a brace. Her left knee was raised on the hood, the other dangling. She was spread enough that he could see the soft triangle of blonde hair on her muff. The indelible image scorched his soul. Pre-cum dripped over his cockhead.
Quickly, he scrounged around for his jeans. He got his wallet, found a condom and stood. He never fucked without a condom. Not only was it healthier, he didn’t want to risk getting a woman pregnant if it wasn’t something she wanted. Moving his fist from base to tip, he folded the foreskin completely back and sheathed his cock.
Grace didn’t move. Pleased, he strode back to her. His cock bobbed. She’d reached to touch him, but he shook his head, placing his hands on her knees. “Open for me, baby.” Giving a little pressure with his fingers, he helped her part her legs, exposing her beautiful quim even more. Her clit looked like a succulent cherry. It was fully erect. Her soaking wet pussy lips looked like unfurled, pink petals.
Dallas smoothed his hands down her legs and brought them up until her feet hooked over his hips. She fell back against the hood. Her breasts shook.
Unable to slow down, he pinched and played with her nipples, gently pulling them taut. Grace’s hips rose from the hood. He pinched again, watching the pleasure cross her face. Her eyes closed on a moan when he gave a little more with his blunt fingernails.
Shifting to fondle both breasts, he caressed beneath the underside, slowly running his fingers to her midriff. Silky and warm, her skin beckoned his touch. Her hips were wide and gently curved. Her abdomen was flat, with a cute little indented bellybutton.
Dallas never needed anything more than Grace Daniels.
“Grace, open your eyes,” he said, making sure she was looking. He shifted his legs and braced his knees. Notching his cock into the opening of her pussy, he started to fill her, intending to go slowly. The tight heat of her drew him in like a magnet.
“Dallas, do it, please!” she shouted, thrusting her hips up and taking him deep.
Creamy, hot, silken muscle gave way to his cock, squeezing almost ruthlessly once he was fully seated. Grace felt so damn good. He had to grip her hips to keep his knees from buckling.
“Damn, baby, you’re so fucking tight.” He wanted to howl at the moon, she felt so good. Penetrating until his cock head touched her cervix, he smiled. She’d taken all but an inch of him. Every woman was made differently. Some were a little daunted by his size. Not his Grace.
With her eyes on him, she muttered a helpless plea. “Have mercy and fuck me.”
“Oh I will,” he promised, drawing out and driving back in hard.
Proud that he was tall enough to fuck her on the hood of his car, Dallas thrust his hips, watching her for any hint of discomfort. Thank god nothing but pleasure and need showed on her face. Hell, Grace was tall enough to take it and strong enough to arch her hips to meet him in tandem.
She kept her eyes opened. Mews and gasps and calls for, “More, Dallas, more,” spilled from her luscious lips.
Sometime real soon he was going to fuck that mouth. Right now, he was going to take her the way she wanted. He was capable of gentleness, damn it, but when he tried to ease up on her, she slapped her hand on the hood in protest. “Don’t be gentle. Give me everything, every inch. You feel so good.”
Not one to ignore the wishes of a lady, he gave it to her. She came up to her elbows, her eyes lowering to watch his cock filling her pussy. Thankful for ultrathin condoms that let him feel her inner walls and moist heat, Dallas lowered his eyes to her cunt. Seeing his cock filling her juicy pussy and feeling his balls slap against the crack of her ass, he gritted his teeth to keep from coming too fast.
Out of the corner of his eye, he spied one of her hands inching toward her mound.
“No, Gracie. Hand back on the hood.”
“I need to come. Please let me come,” she begged.
“You will.”
She put her hand back to where it’d been. Braced again, she squeezed her thighs.
“Lay back, feel my cock in you. Let me fuck you, baby.” He helped her scoot back until she could brace her feet on slope of the hood and spread her thighs as wide as she could comfortably go. Watching her breasts bounce as he slammed into her hard and deep, he rocked back just enough to give his hand room to work.
Her clitoris was pulsing. But he knew the sensitive knot needed attention. Running his fingers over her hip, he appreciated the softness of her pale skin. The nearly invisible condom let him see how fair and pretty her inner thighs were compared to his darker-skinned rod. It made him feel like an ancient Lakota chief impaling her sweet innocent flesh, yet she yielded beautifully, enticing him to take his due.
Slowing his thrusts, he slid his hand to her triangle, tangling his fingers through the soft hair. Sometime, he might shave her until there was only a narrow patch of hair or was completely nude, but not yet. She was really pretty with her crown of blonde curls.
Feeling her tension build stronger and her muscles clamping down on his rod, he was aware she was close to coming. He ran his fingers to her clit, pressing it with his thumb.
“Ah, Dallas, yes,” she murmured, spreading her thighs wide
r.
Rubbing her clit with single-minded purpose, he heard her moan. He watched her head thrash back and forth as he worked his thumbnail around the base, adding his index finger to flick it in a fast staccato.
Grace gasped, grinding herself into his fingers. She liked the hard and fast. “Yes, yes,” she called out.
Thrusting into her, he began scissoring and pinching her clit. She became a wild thing beneath him. It was all he could do to keep fucking without letting her slide off the car. But Dallas McKay wasn’t about to let her down. Working her desperate, pulsing clitoris with his fingers, he thrust harder. Grace kept taking and crying for more.
“So good, so damn good, harder,” she murmured.
Damn, if he fucked her any harder, he might nail her to the hood. But she took him better than any woman had ever done. Jack-hammering into her, he felt like a conqueror when she moaned in pleasure. The silken walls of her vagina gripped him, forcing him to slow down. His balls drew taut against his body. Tension gripped his lower spine.
He gritted his teeth, trying to be gentle and hold his seed back one more minute. No way in hell was he going to come first. Grace wasn’t having gentle. She was grasping at the hood of the car, her vagina was clenching and releasing. He pressed the pad of his thumb against her clit.
“Let go, baby, come with me.”
Slamming into her as far and hard as she could take, he grunted, tossing his head back. Her inner muscles gripped him so hard he couldn’t thrust, but he kept working her nub. Finally, her back bowed, her pussy vibrating with the tension of a plucked guitar string. Warm juices dribbled from her quim.
“Yes, yes, coming,” she cried out. For a moment he remained absolutely still to watch the pleasure sweep up her body to her face in a flush of deep red and utter amazement. She was beautiful.
Buried deep in her pussy, his gut clenched. Her vaginal muscles rippled along his cock, pulling cum from his balls to his shaft. He thrust once and he was coming. “Fuck, coming!” Hot jets spewed like a freakin’ volcano. Grace flexed her kegels and rolled her hips, cradling him while he came.
Collapsing on top of her, he fought to catch his breath. He knew he was crushing her. It was cold. He could feel it now, but her pussy was hot and wet. Her muscle contractions were milking his balls dry.
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