Pretty Wicked
me on the bonnet of
the car and pushed me back on it.
    The metal was hot against my back. He pulled
my panties off and opening my legs buried his face between them
with a growl. This time it was not a taste he wanted. He ate me
like a starving man. My fingers gripped his hair hard as I stared
at the darkening sky and gave in to pure pleasure. My climax rushed
upon me packed with explosives. I clenched his head with my thighs
and screamed. My legs were still trembling when he flipped me over
so I was lying on my front on the hot bonnet. And I was ready for
it.
    I wanted to be taken, hard and rough.
    He spread my legs wide apart.
    ‘ You’ve been driving me
crazy all night,’ he said harshly.
    Putting one hand on my lower belly he tilted
me upward so that I was now standing on my toes, my ass arched up
into the air. The back flap of the dress was thrown over my body.
He placed his palm on my ass and a ripple of desire tore through
me, like strong wind through blades of grass.
    ‘ You like
that?’
    ‘ Yes.’ My body was begging
to be filled up by him.
    ‘ Good. Then open your legs
wider.’
    ‘ I can’t,’ I said. I was
already standing on my toes.
    He kicked gently at one leg and suddenly I
was helplessly sprawled open on the hood of the car, no longer in
control. I let the other leg go too and splayed out my legs as far
as I could go—into the widest V I could imagine as he stood apart
and watched me. Savoring my complete submission to his will on the
hot bonnet of a rented car.
    He put his hands on the insides of my thighs
and pulling them further apart he drew in and licked the wet core
between my legs. I wriggled when he took his mouth away. ‘I love
seeing you like this. With your legs wide open and ready for me.
Keep them spread open.’ His breath fanned my fully opened sex,
inflaming me.
    ‘ Go on,’ I
urged.
    ‘ What do you want,
Lexi?’
    ‘ You.’
    ‘ Me? You’ll have to be
more specific than that.’
    ‘ I want you to take
me.’
    ‘ Take you? Talk dirty with
me, Lexi.’
    ‘ I want that dirty big
cock of yours inside my pussy. Right now. Fuck me, you
bastard.’
    As soon as the words had left me I felt a
rush of wind and his hot, hard flesh pushed into my ready wetness
in one burning thrust. The feeling was so intense tears sprang to
my eyes. I clenched my fists and cried out his name.
    ‘ Is this what you wanted?’
he asked harshly.
    ‘ Yes,’ I
groaned.
    For one long second he didn’t move.
    ‘ Don’t stop,’ I whimpered
and clenched my muscles around him.
    Holding my hips, he pounded me so deep and
hard until I was nearly sobbing with the intense pleasure. His
ownership of my body was so absolute that I felt bereaved every
time his cock withdrew from my body. My cries filled the still
sultry evening air.
    Suddenly he grabbed my hair and pulled my
head back so I was looking into his eyes. And what I saw there
rocked me to my core. The ferocity of his passion. Shocking. He
gazed at me as if he was trying to convey something important
through his eyes alone.
    His voice ragged and thick with emotion, he
said, ‘I’m going to come now.’
    And he did while staring into my dazed,
lust-filled eyes. I watched his eyes change as pleasure ripped
through him, and his body buckled into mine, but his eyes never
left me. He wanted to look at me in his moment of greatest
pleasure. When it was all over he let go of my hair and collapsed
onto my body.
    For a while we both lay unmoving and panting
hard. An owl hooted somewhere in the distance. Otherwise it was
exceptionally quiet. It reminded me of another time when I had
looked up at the sky and seen stars. Another time with him. I
didn’t know what to say. What to do? The experience had been so
intense, I was robbed of all normal conversation. Nothing had ever
felt this good. I had never felt more satiated or more totally
possessed.
    I felt his hand gently turn me over.
    ‘ Hell, you feel like
heaven.’ Beside me, he was all muscle and spent

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