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I charged out into traffic, just narrowly avoiding getting swiped by a passing SUV with a bikini-clad womanwoo-hooingout of the open sunroof.

She was tall, but her pace was more than just being long-legged. It was hurried, without looking like she was trying to run away from something or someone. She had that purposeful urgency of a woman walking alone at night, that ‘don’t even fucking think about it’ gait and posture.

She left the main drag, going down a side street, then cutting down another street so quickly that I almost missed the turn.

I was being creepy as fuck.

I was aware of that fact.

But I couldn’t seem to make myself turn away, go back to the club, forget about this woman who clearly didn’t want to see me again if she refused to give me her name.

I almost missed her.

Again, it was the hair I saw.

Disappearing into a storefront on a small strip with all darkened establishments.

Honestly, I was so focused that I didn’t even pay attention to where I was, what the other businesses were, or even what the one she went into was. One that was open way too fucking late at night.

I was about to knock on the door.

Then it burst open, a hand shot out, grabbed my shirt, and dragged me in.

“You’re really fucking creepy, you know that?” she asked as she slammed me back against the door.

“Yeah, I—“ I started, searching for any sort of excuse for my behavior.

“And also a shitty, shitty trail,” she added, pinning me with those blue eyes of hers. “It’s lucky you’re hot,” she added.

Then her lips were on mine.

Hard, demanding.

And I had no choice but to follow her lead.

As if I wanted to do anything else.

Her body plastered to mine as her arms wrapped around my neck.

My own hands were restless, going down, sinking into her ass, squeezing, then pulling up.

Until she was on her tiptoes.

Then not making contact with the floor at all.

Hooking her arms more tightly around my neck, she pulled her legs up my sides until they wrapped around my lower back.

She pulled back just long enough to say the one thing I really fucking wanted to hear right then.

“Couch,” she demanded.

One quick glance past her showed the shadowy outline of one in the back. Next to a golden human skeleton lamp that was giving the dark room its only light.

Grabbing her ass more firmly, I held her against me as I walked toward the couch, turning, and dropping my ass onto the cushions with her straddling me.

The second we were seated, her lips were ripping from mine, going to my neck as her hips ground down on my hard cock, making me let out an almost pained groan.

Then she was moving, sliding off of my lap and onto the floor, her hands dancing up my thighs, then coaxing in, working my button and zipper free, then sliding her hand inside to pull out my straining cock.

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