Throttled (Dirty Air 1)

I turn back toward Maya. The sight of her perky ass in the air, leaning against the arm of the couch, ready for me. Her tits hang out and her back arches. It’s a lot to take in. She

bites down on her lip, hitting me with the hungry look in her eyes as she checks out my dick.

I slip the condom on.

“Too bad your suit isn’t sex-friendly,” her voice rasps.

“My my, do you have a thing for race suits? Should I be concerned? I can lock you away from the other drivers and keep you here for myself.”

My hands palm her ass, eliciting a light moan from her. One finger slides down the crease of her ass until I reach her slick folds. I plunge a finger inside, and then another, her wetness surrounding me.

I lean in close to her ear. “Always ready for me. Tell me, do you get this way while watching me race? Does it turn you on?”

She nods her head, the silent admission exciting me.

“It’s a dangerous sport. High speeds. Collisions.” I leave a path of kisses down her spine.

She turns her head to look at me over her shoulder.

“I’ll let you in on a secret though… Fucking you is the equivalent of winning a World Championship. I could never win again and be perfectly fine so long as you’re by my side. In my bed. Me inside of you. I like you a lot.”

She doesn’t have a second to register my words. I have the foresight to cover her mouth with my hand before I thrust into her wet pussy. My teeth grit together as I hold back a groan, her tight body accepting my cock and fisting me like no other. Our connected bodies moving in unison mesmerizes me.

And fuck if that doesn’t do something to me, a wave of possessiveness rushing through me as I drag my slick dick out, soaked to the hilt.

She feels tighter in this position, my pants concealed because I don’t want Santi to hear me. I let my hand go from her mouth once the shock factor is done.

Maya claws at the fabric on the couch, a gorgeous image of her rattled by me. I ram into her again and savor the feel of her squeezing my dick.

She’s heaven. Perfect for me.

My hand grips her ponytail, wrapping it around my arm, thick strands brushing against my skin. I tug, fulfilling a fantasy I’ve thought about since meeting her.

Her body pulses at the mix of pain and pleasure. Skin warms beneath the touch of my other hand. I squeeze her tit, loving the feel of her pebbled nipple beneath my palm.

I want her to know I’m the only one who can fuck her like this, make her feel like this. I want to ruin her for any man who dares to try to come after me.

I fuck her like she’s the last woman on Earth. Because to me, she might as well be.

She does a good job keeping quiet, only letting out a few whimpers here and there. I pull on her hair again in a silent demand to look at me. She blows me away with a view of her brown eyes, hazy from lust, matching flushed cheeks and lips plump from my ravaging. I could come right there at the sight of her.

But I don’t.

Because good guys finish last.

My grip becomes more possessive on her hip as I pump unrelentingly into her. I angle myself to hit her G-spot. Her whole body convulses around me, her reaction pulling a smirk from me.

I stroke her special spot and give it all my attention. My dick slides back and forth like never before, her arousal encouraging me as my thrusts become sloppier, less controlled. It feels like magic when she shatters around my cock. Her heavy breathing fills the silent room, her chest heaving up and down as she stares at me with a lazy smile.

Her orgasm gives me the final push. I thrust into her without holding back, balls slapping against her ass as she takes it all. I groan as I find my release. My toes curl at the feeling of her squeezing me, practically pleading for more. The whole thing seems fucking poetic.

My lips kiss her neck as I pull out of her. I dump the condom in the trash and situate my suit, wishing we had more time.

Maya keeps to the same spot, lying over the side of the couch with her eyes closed. Her back moves to the steady rhythm of her breathing. I grab her clothes from the floor, wanting to help her in whatever way, when she finally speaks.

“I think you’ve ruined me.” Her whispered voice rings through the quiet.

Shit. That’s the best thing I’ve heard all day.