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Authors: Lisa Hughey
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his teeth over her neck and down the sensitive curve of her breast before suckling her tight nipple into his mouth right through the clingy material.
Keisha undid the snap on his pants and got his zipper down in record time. Shane grunted as she reached inside and found his bare cock. Commando, good lord.
Damn. She’d forgotten how big he was as she wrapped her hand around his thick length and pumped twice. A drop of pre-come was hot on her palm.
Shane stopped, rested his forehead against her collarbone. “It’s fucking amazing how hot you get me in such a short amount of time.”
“Give me a few more minutes and you’ll be even hotter,” she promised.
He huffed out a laugh. “The front seat of my car was not made for a man my size to get it on.”
“Come on,” Keisha said with a strange desperation. Her body was aching, on fire, empty and she needed him inside her. “Be adventurous.”
“Babe.” Shane groaned. “We’ve got to get inside.”
“You. Inside me. Now.” She rolled through the gap between the front and back seats and shimmied her pants down to her ankles, but her combat boots stopped her progress.
“I really want to take my time and enjoy that underwear.” Shane was trying to hold out against her desperate need but when she splayed her legs on the leather backseat, her top wet from his mouth, and her scent rising from the pale pink triangle of lace that covered her mound, she knew she had him. As his gaze dropped to her pussy, she watched him lose the battle.
“Enjoy it later.”
Shane climbed through the opening, fairly smoothly for a man his size. His cock jutted from the open V of his pants, thick, wide, pre-come beading on the dark tip.
And she moaned.
Her whole body clenched at the sight of his magnificent muscled abs and the knowledge that very soon he would be buried deep inside her weeping sex.
“Babe.” He rolled a condom on. “I can’t believe we’re going to do this twenty feet from your front door.”
“Now.”
Shane pushed aside the pearly pink thong, his fingers coated with her slickness, and Keisha moaned again. Then he slid home.
There was no other word for it.
Her pants hobbled her legs and made it difficult to spread wide. As he rocked in and out of her slick heat, his cock hit all of her zones, her g-spot, her clit. His hips rocked hard against her partially open thighs, effectively bracketing him.
He knelt between her legs, his feet hung over the edge of the seat, and his shoulders blocked out all the light from the parking lot, bathing his face in shadows.
His expression was fierce as he braced one arm on the back head rest and slid his large palm under her ass. Then he lifted her, changing the angle of penetration and suddenly Keisha hurtled over the edge as she flew apart and disintegrated into a million little pieces. She contracted around his thick invasive cock, and Shane groaned and stiffened. She rejoiced as he flew with her. His cock pulsed inside her, his head thrown back, his muscles tight, gripped in the throes of release.
Her heart was pounding so loudly it was a wonder she didn’t wake the neighbors.
Shane was breathing hard as if he’d just run the O course in record time.
“Damn, babe.” He brushed a stray lock of hair from her sweat dampened cheek and then nuzzled her neck in an uncharacteristic display of sweetness. “You about killed me.”
The windows were fogged and the interior of the car was scented with them. The sweet musk of Shane, Keisha, and explosive sex.
She inhaled deeply and held the scent inside her trying to commit this moment to her memory banks. Little tremors still rocked her, his semi-hard cock inside her, his rough hairy thighs between her softer ones, his balls snugged tight against her swollen sex, the restriction of her pants around her ankles, and the contraction of his stomach muscles against hers as he basically held an extended pushup.
His bunched biceps were as thick as her thighs, and his
Keisha undid the snap on his pants and got his zipper down in record time. Shane grunted as she reached inside and found his bare cock. Commando, good lord.
Damn. She’d forgotten how big he was as she wrapped her hand around his thick length and pumped twice. A drop of pre-come was hot on her palm.
Shane stopped, rested his forehead against her collarbone. “It’s fucking amazing how hot you get me in such a short amount of time.”
“Give me a few more minutes and you’ll be even hotter,” she promised.
He huffed out a laugh. “The front seat of my car was not made for a man my size to get it on.”
“Come on,” Keisha said with a strange desperation. Her body was aching, on fire, empty and she needed him inside her. “Be adventurous.”
“Babe.” Shane groaned. “We’ve got to get inside.”
“You. Inside me. Now.” She rolled through the gap between the front and back seats and shimmied her pants down to her ankles, but her combat boots stopped her progress.
“I really want to take my time and enjoy that underwear.” Shane was trying to hold out against her desperate need but when she splayed her legs on the leather backseat, her top wet from his mouth, and her scent rising from the pale pink triangle of lace that covered her mound, she knew she had him. As his gaze dropped to her pussy, she watched him lose the battle.
“Enjoy it later.”
Shane climbed through the opening, fairly smoothly for a man his size. His cock jutted from the open V of his pants, thick, wide, pre-come beading on the dark tip.
And she moaned.
Her whole body clenched at the sight of his magnificent muscled abs and the knowledge that very soon he would be buried deep inside her weeping sex.
“Babe.” He rolled a condom on. “I can’t believe we’re going to do this twenty feet from your front door.”
“Now.”
Shane pushed aside the pearly pink thong, his fingers coated with her slickness, and Keisha moaned again. Then he slid home.
There was no other word for it.
Her pants hobbled her legs and made it difficult to spread wide. As he rocked in and out of her slick heat, his cock hit all of her zones, her g-spot, her clit. His hips rocked hard against her partially open thighs, effectively bracketing him.
He knelt between her legs, his feet hung over the edge of the seat, and his shoulders blocked out all the light from the parking lot, bathing his face in shadows.
His expression was fierce as he braced one arm on the back head rest and slid his large palm under her ass. Then he lifted her, changing the angle of penetration and suddenly Keisha hurtled over the edge as she flew apart and disintegrated into a million little pieces. She contracted around his thick invasive cock, and Shane groaned and stiffened. She rejoiced as he flew with her. His cock pulsed inside her, his head thrown back, his muscles tight, gripped in the throes of release.
Her heart was pounding so loudly it was a wonder she didn’t wake the neighbors.
Shane was breathing hard as if he’d just run the O course in record time.
“Damn, babe.” He brushed a stray lock of hair from her sweat dampened cheek and then nuzzled her neck in an uncharacteristic display of sweetness. “You about killed me.”
The windows were fogged and the interior of the car was scented with them. The sweet musk of Shane, Keisha, and explosive sex.
She inhaled deeply and held the scent inside her trying to commit this moment to her memory banks. Little tremors still rocked her, his semi-hard cock inside her, his rough hairy thighs between her softer ones, his balls snugged tight against her swollen sex, the restriction of her pants around her ankles, and the contraction of his stomach muscles against hers as he basically held an extended pushup.
His bunched biceps were as thick as her thighs, and his
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