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dying engine and then gives up.

“You know what I mean?” he replies.

“No, I don’t,” I insist stupidly, even though I can feel my own arousal dampening the crotch of my jeans.

“Come here,” he commands.

Like someone put under a spell, I take the two steps over to him.

Konstantin

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mOjTweUPt3Q.

Wicked Games

The moment she nears me, my hands shoot out to grip the back of her thighs and pull her towards me. She loses her balance and falls on top of me. She is already in a state of arousal and her musky-sweet scent fills my nostrils. I feel them flare as I breathe her in deeply. God, I want to bury my nose in her sex. She is so fucking distracting.

“I mean it’s about time you joined the mile-high club,” I growl.

I know she is not what she says she is. I know I’m most probably falling for the oldest trick in the book. Hell, she even looks like a honey pot. What I’m risking is still unknown but I know I’m risking too much, and I did try very hard to stop myself, to talk myself out of this inconvenient lust, but like a fucking itch it just wants to be scratched. I cannot help myself. Even trying to numb the craze for her body is no use. She is like a drug. In my blood. Calling. Calling. Relentless.

All fucking night long.

My hand reaches for the junction between her thighs, and through her jeans, I grab her mound roughly.

This is just sex. She is just an annoying, distracting, unnecessary itch, and I’m going to keep my cock in her pussy for as long as it takes to get rid of this crazy itch. Because after this weekend, I never want to see her again. She came into my life as part of an orchestrated distraction, but solving one problem often creates another. And I don’t need complications in my life right now and she is one big complication.

Her sexy mouth opens in a gasp of excitement at the rough claim my hand makes, and my cock pushes hard and heavy against my pants. She is stunningly beautiful. I watch her avidly, as her plump lips make an O shape and I almost come right there. Fuck, it’s like being a teenager all over again.

Her eyes flutter closed as my thumb finds and presses on her swollen clit through the material. I move my thumb in a circular motion, and a moan escapes her throat, as her hips begin to writhe to the hypnotic rhythm of my thumb. Watching her squirm her soft body against mine is too much for me to take.

My hands move to her ass and clutching her tightly to me, I lift myself out of my horizontal position and get to my feet. She gives a breathless gasp of surprise at the sudden movement. Turning her around I put her on her back on the reclining seat. Jerking her legs open I bury my nose in her sex. The heady potency of her scent makes my body shudder.

Fuck, this woman is driving me crazy.

My mouth opens and I cover her pussy through the material of her jeans. Her hands find their way to my hair, her fingers like claws, grasping, pulling, sending sharp shards of pain into my skull.

I relish the pain.

Hurriedly, I unfasten her buttons, tug the zip down, and yank her jeans down her hips and legs. She has on the smallest panties I have ever seen and I have seen many, a white lacy scrap of delicate material that covers her peachy pussy. Her smell makes my head swim with lust.

I don’t waste any time.

I tear the lace off her hips and hungrily suck her wet, throbbing, delicious sex, all of it, into my mouth. Greedily, I lick her first bout of arousal clean, my tongue lapping into every swirl of pink flesh, then sinking my tongue deep into her.

“Oh god,” she gasps aloud, and desperately holds onto my head. I can feel her body quivering.

The bridge of my nose strokes the engorged bud of her clit as my tongue digs repeatedly into her, and the combined motion I know is the perfect preamble to how the next hour is going to go for her.

She makes a small mewling sound of pure pleasure. “Don’t stop… that feels so good.”

Stop? She doesn’t know I’m starving, and I just can't get enough as I devour her. I lift one of her legs up, hooking the crook over my shoulder and double down on ravishing her.

At first I use only my mouth, but then my finger joins in the fun, one and then a second, and suddenly I hear a sound that is not pleasure. I look up and her face is winced in pain.

Frowning I look down. My fingers are stained red. Blood! What the… I freeze. It cannot be. It is impossible. She is a honeypot. Don’t they have sex with loads of men?

And yet… she is a virgin.

A swarm of emotions run through me at that moment, but none of which I know how to address. I feel shock, but then it quickly dissipates. And then I am struck by a dizzying burst of delight. No one has ever had her! I will be first to enter her body. The idea of being the first man to possess her is primitive and raw. It brings out the hunter in me.

I raise my head and meet her sapphire eyes staring down at me.

“Go on,” she says softly. “Don’t stop.”

“Are you sure?”

Her answer is to thrust her sex into my face.

Nothing could be clearer than that, and I immediately comply with her demand. I do however, make a note to be gentler with her than the wild pace I’d planned.

A few moments later, and she is twisting and crying out with pleasure as three of my fingers work inside her while my mouth sucks on her clit. The gyration of her hips is mesmerizing and

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