Page 53 of The Hijack

I shook my head, taking the cuffs from her and laying them on the bedside table. “It’s more fun without,” I said.

“Have you ever tried?” she asked, spreading her arms and legs wide to usher me into her embrace.

“No,” I admitted. “I like to keep business and pleasure separate.”

“Does that mean you use cuffs for work?” Clark asked, nibbling on her bottom lip.

“Doesn’t everyone?” I asked, cupping her chin and kissing the rest of her words away.

She draped her arms over my shoulders, pulling me down on top of her. I lost my balance and fell, sandwiching her beautiful body between myself and the bed. She laughed, and it was the most beautiful sound I’d ever heard. I was so grateful that she hadn’t decided to push me away. No matter what happened next, at least we would be together.

“Let’s stay up all night and make love,” she whispered.

“Who needs sleep?” I agreed.

I succumbed to her whims like a man drunk on passion, aching for the relief only she could give. She still wore the dress from my nana’s home, so it was easy enough to push it up over her head. Beneath it, Clark’s athletic form stretched from supple hips to perky breasts. She wasn’t wearing any underwear. As a man, I couldn’t decide which delicacy to settle on first.

Clark scraped her fingernails through my hair. I was constantly amazed by women in the field who managed to maintain all the feminine accoutrements like heels and nails without letting it slow them down. My mind distracted me with thoughts of trying to operate a gun with painted fingernails, until I took hold of myself and demanded focus.

It wasn’t hard to do. She looked so delicious lying there beneath me. I could feel my cock grow hard in anticipation of what was to come. Clark threw one muscular calf over my lower back, holding me close. Not only was she all woman, but she was leading the charge.

I dipped my chin to kiss her chest, nibbling my way up the slope of one breast to its crowning perfection. Sucking her nipple in through my lips, I circled the tip with my tongue. A resulting moan was all the motivation I needed to keep going.

I felt her palms connect with my shoulders, and she shoved me down, forcing me to release the seal. Kissing her belly button, I glanced up to see her watching me with a basic need that broke all the ice in the world. I knew what she wanted.

Easing my hands down her hips, I slid off the side of the bed to the floor. Kneeling in front of her, I hauled her sweet pussy down until it was right in front of me. Taking a moment to stroke her outer lips with my fingertips, I gradually began reaching deeper until three fingers were fully submerged in her canal.

She tightened around me, tossing her head back and calling my name. Kissing the top of her mound, I let my tongue walk leisurely around her clit. The little nub pulsed with all her vital energy, and when I finally dragged my tongue across it, it rose to the challenge.

I felt her fingers twist through my hair, and tasted the heavy flesh of her body as I brought her to climax. She didn’t last long, though I knew she was trying to resist. I sent her over the edge with three quick thrusts inside and a lingering pressure on her g-spot.

She squeezed my shoulder to let me know she’d had enough. If I wanted to, I knew I could make her come again. But this time, I wanted to share in the pleasure.

I rose up and joined her on the bed, digging one hand beneath her lovely back and flipping her on top of me. She rolled like she was made of Jell-O, completely relaxed and worry-free. And when her lips found mine, they were moist and assertive. She was as open as a woman could be, and I loved her for it.

It was my turn when she regained her equilibrium. She kissed her way down my front, burning a trail of fire to my jock. I was stiff when she reached my masthead, ready to give her everything that I had.

She worked my rod into another level of rigidity, closing her fist around it and stroking hard. Then she lowered her lips to my tip and blew, causing waves of enjoyment to crash over me. I watched with rapt attention as she swallowed my cock, her plump lips swelling to accommodate my girth.

There’s something magical about watching a woman go down, even more enticing when it’s your own package they are working on. In my life, I’d been treated to several blow jobs, but none so exquisite as the one Clark gave me that night.

I sank into the mattress, feeling the warmth of her tongue lap up and down. She drove me crazy, nearly to the brink of no return before I stopped her. Flipping her over, I eased her hips up toward me, knowing that she could pull the plug any moment. But she was all for it, so I slid my cock into her thickly lubricated fortress.

She pushed her ass against me, straining to take me as deeply as possible. I gave her everything I had and then some, thrusting my dick as far up into her pussy as I could go without breaking her.

It felt so good. She was like heaven surrounding me, her warm thighs slapping against mine. I rocked hard, gripping her by the hips as I helped myself to her core. Glancing down, I saw her tits bouncing and got off even harder. She was the hottest thing I’d ever seen, taking me from behind, like a lioness in heat.

I erupted into her, losing my self-control. The momentum took over, and I continued to thrust even as I came. The effect was earth-shattering. I thought I’d died and come back to life, forgetting to breathe as she crouched on all fours, taking it like a champ.

I heard a grunt of frustration, and she slid her legs even wider. She didn’t have to ask me twice. I reached around her thigh to her pleasure button and rubbed while I was still inside her. That did the trick. After a moment, she bucked against me, her body lighting up with relief.

We settled down onto the mattress together, breathing heavily. It almost felt like we were sneaking around, like we shouldn’t get caught in her foster father’s room. But Abernathy was dead, and the only other people in the house were giving us a wide berth.

Smoothing the hair away from her forehead, I kissed her gently. “I love you,” I said.

“I love you too,” she responded. And then we slept.

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