Page 41 of Bad Run

Clawing at my shirt, Gwen forces her eyes to stay open and mouths, Fuck, as her orgasm rips through her. She comes around my fingers in a gush, her lips parted and eyes glistening.

She’s so fucking beautiful it hurts.

Once her core stops spasming and unclenches my fingers, I remove them and bring them to my mouth to lick off her sweet cum. Her eyelashes flutter as she sits up and adjusts her legs to straddle my hips, then wraps her arms around my shoulders and pulls me in for a deep kiss.

It’s frenzied and needy.

Her hips swivel, and my cock grows harder with impatience.

Gwen removes her mouth from mine to trail wet kisses along my jaw and down my neck. She nips my earlobe and whispers, “I need you inside me. I can’t wait. Please fuck me now.”

I almost come in my damn pants at her whimpering plea. Beneath my jacket, I grip her ass in my palms and squeeze.

“Daniel?”

“Yes, sir?”

“I’ll give you five grand if you back the cab into the next dark alley and get the fuck out of the cab until we’re done.”

The cabbie whistles. “Five grand? I know just the place, Mr. Taylor.”

I grip Gwen’s thick, curly ponytail in my fist and tug. The small rings of aqua around her dilated pupils catch the streetlight with a sparkle and, like magic, an invisible lasso wraps around us both and tightens.

Neither of us move as the cab swerves, coming to a stop under a cloak of darkness.

“Just give a shout when you’re, uh, done.”

I don’t dare say a word or disengage eye contact with the gorgeous woman on my lap as the cab driver slips from the car and disappears into the night.

The slam of the door might as well be the shot of a starting pistol at the beginning of a race.

Gwen and I collide in a feverish kiss. This kiss is unlike the ones before. This is wet and dirty, a prelude to what’s about to happen.

Our tongues weave in urgency as our hands grapple with one another; we’re doing everything we can to close the distance between us.

She moans as I grab each globe of her ass in my palms and squeeze them hard enough that I’ll probably leave my handprints behind.

My cock jerks at the possessive thought. Well, that’s new. Never really been into marking anyone until now.

Her hands are twin flames, lighting me up from the inside out as they tug at the buttons of my shirt. I shove the hem of her skirt up around her waist, exposing her torn tights.

She tugs the buckle of my belt, working it free. I grab the fabric at the apex of her thighs and rip the hole wider. She unhooks my pants and slides the zipper open.

My cock weeps in my boxer briefs as she massages it over the fabric with her small palm. I grab her hips and rock her pussy over the ridges of my stiff length.

“Yes,” she hisses as she pulls my cock free from its confines and wraps her hand around the shaft. My balls tighten as she teases the bead of precum leaking from the tip with her thumb. The threads of control preventing me from coming almost snap as she works my dick in the palm of her hand.

“Fuck, Gwen. If you keep stroking my dick like that, this will be over in about one minute.”

She leans back, allowing me to see her face. Her lips are swollen from our drugging kisses, but it’s her eyes that break me. The molten aqua depths are laden with desire and something I can’t recognize, due to the lack of blood flow to my brain.

“Can’t have that, can we?” she purrs.

“Fuck no.” I reach one hand into the back pocket of my slacks and pull my wallet free. “I’m not coming unless it’s inside you.”

The little witch lifts her thumb to her mouth and swipes her tongue across the pad with a satisfied hum. “Better hurry.”

“You’re killing me, baby,” I growl.