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I can tell he used to be a linebacker in college, because he still has broad shoulders and a muscly chest. Forrest green eyes and a mouth made for sin—at least that’s how I see it. Hopefully, I’ll find out tonight.
He doesn’t say anything after what I said about us having things in common. He has that desperate-for-sex energy. I can tell, because I feel it too. I haven’t fucked in months, and it’s driving me crazy.
I know he wants me, because I caught him looking at my ass a couple of times. I also know his marriage is broken, because the signs aren’t much different than the ones in my own home after my parents divorced when I was fourteen. They’re simply watering a dead plant.
Susan has never been anything but nice to me, and I almost second guess my idea to seduce her husband. Though if the rumors are true, she cheated on him before. But this isn’t about her.
He follows the directions I give him, exits the highway and ends up pulling the car into the parking lot of a motel. “Do you live close by?” he asks me, confused.
“No,” I say. “I asked you to drive me here because I can’t take you home.” Not with my three roommates, anyway. Going to college at nineteen while working a couple of temp jobs has its drawbacks for sure.
He parks the car in the lot and blinks. “What do you mean?”
This is it. That’s my time.
I unbuckle my seat belt, and pounce him, leaning so close I smell his masculine cologne. I’ve always found Hunter sexy, incredibly hot for an older man. Up close, he’s even more irresistible. “I want you to fuck me.”
He looks at me, confused. “What?” He shakes his head. “Britney, look, you’re a very attractive young woman, but I’m married.”
A marriage that burned and crashed. A marriage his own wife forgot about when she went to bad with some ex-boyfriend. Many times, according to the word on the street. “I won’t tell if you won’t.” I wink at him and slide my hand down his thigh. His cock promptly hardens, a sign I couldn’t have imagined all this. He wants me—he just needs to come to terms with it.
He shifts, but doesn’t remove my hand from his cock. “You’re too young.”
“I’m nineteen.”
He glances around him, as if to make sure no one sees us. A sense of empowerment skates through me. This is an older, hot, successful man I’m seducing.
I lean closer still, whispering in his ear. “I’m not wearing underwear.”
“Fuck,” he groans and looks at me. The intensity in his eyes shakes me to the core. “Are you sure about this, Britney? Once I get started, there’s no turning back.”
“I’m sure. I’ve been wanting you for a long time.” More than I ever wanted anyone, but I keep that last part to myself.
“Me too,” he says before he catches a handful of my hair and brings my face close to his. Every part of me tingles in anticipation. How many times have I touched myself thinking about him? Too many. Tonight, fantasy becomes a reality.
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Britney
He pulls me to him,and his lips descend on mine. I open my mouth, and he thrusts his tongue inside. We both moan at the same time, and a shudder rolls through me. There’s something intoxicating about his woody scent, with a hint of bamboo, and I feel lighter.
I also feel uncomfortable in between this massive man and the steering wheel, but I don’t care. His hard dick pokes me through his pants, and he intensifies his kiss. His tongue coaxes mine into submission, with powerful strokes, each one sending an electrifying tingle down my body.
My cunt is super wet, and I squirm on his lap, desperate for more. This is a real man who will fuck me like one. The idea makes me melt in his arms, and he pulls my hair the way a man like him would—like he owns me.
Right now, he does.
He slides a hand between my legs, and when he finds my pussy, he snaps his mouth from mine for a moment. He parts my folds, swiping his fingers over my sensitive, trembling flesh, and I moan again—this time, a long, winded sound. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me. Who’s your daddy?”
“You are,” I hiss, whimpering. I totally join his fantasy, and why not? Nothing that’s happening tonight is my usual Friday anyway. Might as well have fun.
“That’s right, little girl,” he says, exploring my pussy and rolling a finger over my clit. I undulate my hips, riding his digit as if it were his cock. “I can’t wait to fuck this nice tight cunt.”
His dirty words only increase my arousal.
“Me too, Daddy.” I kiss him again, encircling my arms around his neck.
He cups my pussy, his palm warm and commanding. “Let’s go inside,” he says, cocking his head in the direction of the motel. “I need space for what I have in mind.”
