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I tighten my grasp, tugging on her hair, and push her down farther. She gags, so I relax my hold. When she recovers, I return to the previous motions, making her go up and down my cock. Once in a while, when she goes as far as she can, I hold her in place and try to get her to take a little more. She usually starts to choke. I let up and allow her to dictate her own speed and depth.

Reaching for her ass, I give her a light spank, then grab and shake a buttock. I find her slit and sink two fingers inside. She mews into my groin.

In a bona fide punishment, I’d blow my load and let her stew in her arousal, making her wait hours, maybe days to come. But I want to be buried inside her.

I pull her off by her hair and move my seat back. “Get on top of me.”

When she doesn’t move over, I grab her. She yelps as she bumps into the stick shift. I settle her over my lap, wind my hand through her hair and tug on it before bringing her lips back to mine. As we engage in a mini-marathon of kissing, I unbutton her sweater, then reach up her shirt to unclasp her front-close bra. Pushing aside the bra cups, I grope a breast, kneading it, digging my fingers into the pliant flesh. She moans softly against me. I grasp her hips and grind her against me. My cock thrills to the pressure. It wants more.

Lifting my hips, I spear myself into her.

It feels fucking marvelous every time.

Sex in the front seat isn’t the most comfortable, but I like how her breasts are right in my face. I push up her top and assault a breast. With a moan, she starts to roll her hips at me.

“Put your feet up on my thighs so you can get more leverage,” I tell her. She complies and is able to push herself all the way up my cock. “Nice.”

I go back to licking and sucking on her nipples. Taking her hands, I make her feel herself up, my hands atop hers. I want to see her come, see if she remembers to ask before doing so.

I pin her arms to the steering wheel and buck into her fast and hard. In this position, her head is pushed up against the top of my car. I watch her breasts quiver with my thrusting, her brows knit and her mouth drop open.

“Oh, sh…oh, geez,” she grunts.

“Ask to come,” I remind her.

“Can I c-come?”

“Yes, but next time there are no more reminders. Got it?”

“Y-Yes.”

“Now thank me for letting you come. Usually I’m not such a nice guy.”

“Th-thank you.”

I slow the action and roll my hips more leisurely before I go back to pounding her. I’m going to fuck the I’m-too-good-to-accept-a-trip-to-Thailand out of her.

With a gasp, she erupts, spasming on my cock. It’s followed by a cry. If I wasn’t holding her to the steering wheel, her body might be jerking all over the place. I pull her mouth down to mine before she’s done climaxing and pump my hips several times to drive the tension in my groin out of my cock. My erection throbs madly inside of her.

Wrapping her arms around my neck, she slumps against me. I lie there till my breath returns to normal. Holding onto the condom, I ease out of her and notice the windows are fogged up.

“We should get dinner so that we can make it to this clinic,” I say.

She makes it back to the passenger seat. “I’m really hungry now.”

After we’re presentable again, we head into the restaurant. It’s a hole-in-the-wall type of place but cozy with character.

After the server takes our orders, I sit back in my chair and observe Bridget. She still has that post-coital glow. Though her hair is a little mussed, she looks beautiful.

“So I don’t want to hear any more about the cost of the trip or excuses not to go,” I tell her.

“They’re legitimate reasons. I mean, if you were in my shoes, would you go halfway around the world with a man you haven’t known for a long time?”

“What do you need to know?”

She stares at me. “That I can trust you.”

I shift in discomfort but retort, “What’s the worst that can happen?”

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