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the man who has my body in knots le

ds. And I think I saw

her people when he's supposed to be rush

h sunglasses, holds the do

ning, Sir

ide into the car first, then t

go and tell the othe

ght,

David closes the door, and w

ely on the lips. "I had no id

my face with his large palms. When he pulls

first, I didn't want to come. Spaces

use then, spending time

s. Pain? Apprehension? It's g

n I've been with this

his rock-hard body. "Really? A

alloused palm. Like a moth to a flame, I find myse

ith a smirk, dragging his eyes slowly to

y tell. Why do

down my jeans if he wants to. Instead of doing what I expect

hes. That's fucking hot, arousing. I can feel my face heating up at his words. He say

to see how de

pull the material down to my knees. I'm dripping wet, more than I thought. The man is star

'm going to combust. And I know it has more to do with the man watching me with

ting in faster and faster. And then I reach up a hand,

ks, his eyes pinned to m

don't know. I

watches me still, his face illuminated b

ur friend, and tell

m preoccupied and he w

gh gritted teeth as t

to know you

e want me to stop? Fuck. I'm going t

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d aside, replacing it in the warm moistened center. I arch my hips, thrus

g on the car seat and moaning like a strangled animal. Holy moly! I'm so close to orgasm but he keeps pulling back, swirling his thumb over

ing him. I scoff but it comes out as a whimper because he chose that

s your

umping into me, teasing my senses with his rough strokes. When my hand finds the l

ell her you'

un my fingers across the screen. I don't care if my t

her finger. Quivering, jerking, and whimpe

't s

nd. My body is twitching. He's no longer teasing but

d you te

n't remember. I don

nst it like my nerves are lit on

The wave of pleasure snacks into me and throws me over the edge. I le

el my clit twitch against his fingers. I

y pulls out his hand and raises them

ce. That was so intense. I'v

the car door opens and the dr

ing them out, Sir. I'm

st time of my life. Th

to be engrossed in his thoughts an

are we

rinkling at the sides. "Where I can bury

nd tingles down my spine and for the umpteenth time in