Mr One-Night Stand

But she didn’t even break focus. Her hold tightened and her dainty pink tongue flicked out to moisten her lips. The move was so carnal and electrifying he bucked within her fingers and she shot him a look, cheeks flushed, eyes hungry.

A groan tore through his throat. Beautiful didn’t even cut it!

She was still half naked, her arms restricted by her dress, her tits propped upon it and pressed together while she explored him, their darkened peaks luring him, the valley between tight and evocative. How h

e’d love to thrust himself inside that channel, watch as he jacked all over...

Fuck! She’s going to be your business partner! She has no idea who you are!

Salacious heat spread through him. He was damned. No matter that he knew it was wrong. The idea had now brought an erotic twist which swamped all else and had pre-cum escaping his swollen head. He looked down to catch her brushing across it with her thumb, its pad spreading it teasingly down the underside of his cock, her eyes marvelling like he was the best thing she’d ever seen. And then she met his eye, bowed her head.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

His nails bit into the car’s upholstery, his eyes fixed on hers, pre-cum seeping anew, and blindly she dipped to taste him, flicking out her delicate tongue and cleaning him like a fucking ice lolly.

His glutes clenched. ‘Jennifer...’ he breathed.

He was so close.

She answered his plea with a smile that screamed smut and slid her mouth over him, surrounding him with her inviting wetness. The head of his cock collided with the back of her throat, blood rushing to feed it, and his mind turned dizzy with the heat streaking through his body.

She undulated, circling her tongue the length of him as she sucked him back, her free hand slipping down between her legs to work herself at the same time.

Fuck yeah!

The sight had his cock ramming into the back of her throat and she gagged, the sound obliterating all remnants of his control.

Releasing his hold on the car seat, he shoved his fingers through her hair. ‘Take it!’

She moaned in response, the sound guttural, vibrating around his plundering cock. He heard her take a breath through her nose and then she sank, burying him in deep. He’d never felt anything so intense, seen anything so goddamn erotic. This redhead, on her knees, with his hands rammed in her hair, her cheeks hollowed out as she worked the whole of him throat-deep, her hungry eyes glittering as she watched him, her arm shifting frantically as she got herself off.

He pulled her head up, the suction making his balls contract, and her eyes looked to him in lustful surrender, telling him to dictate, to drive...

‘Fuck, sweetheart.’ He drove her down over him, setting her to his rhythm, his depth.

The cabin was filled with the smacking sound of her cheeks. In and out. In and out.

He wrapped her hair around his fist, his other hand gripping at the seat-edge as he lost total sight of where they were, who they were. All he could see now were those lustful green eyes and that perfect mouth, his cock slick with her saliva...

He wanted to warn her, but his orgasm ripped through him, its force blowing his mind as he held her head still, watching himself explode into her, her eyes sparking as she drank him in.

She took his all like a heavenly drink, her mouth moving over him as her moans filled the cabin, her body rocking between his legs as her own orgasm claimed her.

He didn’t want to blink, didn’t want to miss a second. He softened his hold in her hair, his fingers starting to caress rather than hold, his eyes absorbing the vision that she was.

When she eventually shifted to straighten her clothing he helped her. She smiled at him, her hands slipping her breasts back into her bra.

The brief sight was enough to make him wish he could go again. And he would go again—no doubt about it. Very soon.

He knew that tomorrow would bring with it a hell of its own, but for tonight their fates were sealed, and he wasn’t letting her go until he had her in his bed and was buried inside her.

‘Thank you,’ she said, wiping her fingers across her swollen lips.

Now, that made him laugh. She had him doing that a lot. ‘I think I should be thanking you.’

‘My two to your one—I owe you,’ she said matter-of-factly, pulling her dress into place and climbing back into the seat.

‘You owe me?’ Hell, he liked the sound of that. ‘In that case, thank away. I’ll be calling it in shortly.’