“It’s fine. It’s just paper.”
Still, he sets it down and reaches for a rag in his back pocket. He wipes his hands clean, then opens the envelope. He pulls out the card and instantly his face breaks out into a grin.
“Thanks for the ride home,” he reads aloud. “I really liked your stick shift. Next time, let’s check to see if there’s room in the trunk.”
I bite down hard on my bottom lip, and he turns the card around for me to look at. There is a woman’s hand firmly holding a stick shift.
“You made this for me?” he asks, stepping forward.
I roll my eyes, pressing a hand to his chest, wanting to both sink into him and run away. I know if we get any closer, I won’t be able to stop this from happening. Already my body is piqued, wanting this. Wanting him.
And I already told him how this time is going to go.
“Turn around,” he tells me.
Sucking in my breath, I do as he asks. He runs both his hands down my sides, then squeezes my ass, and pulls me to him, hard. His cock rams into me and I know my panties are ruined.
“Oh, darlin’,” he says, growling in my ear. “There’s plenty of room for me back here.”
9
MOXON
She walked into the shop and I was instantly hard. When she gave me this card, I was fucking floored.
She wants me from behind, and there is no hiding her desire. My cock is pressed hard against her ass, and she reaches for my hands, cupping her breasts with them.
“You came here tonight, knowing this is what you wanted, isn’t it?” I whisper, breathing warmly into her ear.
“I told myself we wouldn’t... that it was a bad idea. But…”
“But you gave me that card, honey pie. Just what did you think was going to happen when I opened it?”
Her back arches and I push a hand down the front of her pants. I move under her panties, needing to touch her warm pussy.
“I hoped it might give you a reason to forgive me.”
“There was nothing you needed to apologize for.”
“I called you a manwhore,” she moans as I plunge two fingers into her hot cunt.
I groan, another hand under her top, massaging her huge tit with my palm. “I was a manwhore.”
“Was?” she asks, as I begin finger-banging her hard, remembering how she liked it the other night.
“I’ve been celibate since I met you.”
“That was two days ago, Mox. Not exactly impressive.”
I laugh, spinning her around, and lifting her up onto the high counter. “I’m pretty sure you remember my cock. Two days for it, is a big fucking deal, sugar plum.”
I pull off her boot, push down her pants and panties, and kneel before her, spreading her knees.
She grips the edge of the counter. “What if someone comes in?”
I look up at her. “It’s my fucking shop and we’re closed for the day.”
I press my mouth into her warm pussy, licking her like I’ve been dreaming about for two nights straight. It’s sweeter than I remember but so fucking creamy. I roll my tongue over her hard clit and suck just the way she wants.
“Oh, Moxon,” she moans, pushing herself closer to the edge of the counter so my mouth can be buried nice and deep in her. I slide my tongue up and down her, holding her thighs with my hands and eating her nice and good.
She loves it, she threads a hand through my thick hair, forcing me to devour her. I could stay here the rest of my goddamn life, but soon my tongue is too powerful for its own good. Her orgasm is building, and she tries to clench the walls of her pussy tightly, but it’s useless. I’m taking her. Right here, right now.
I stand up, reaching for the condom in my pocket and slide it on.
“Faster,” she pants.
“It’s not fucking possible, kitten,” I tell her, my cock raging and ready. She pulls off her top, and I pull down the cups of her lacy bra, wanting her tits exposed. I pull her to me, sucking her breasts, fucking ramming my cock deep into her pussy, and making her cry out in pleasure.
“Oh, God, Mox, Oh, oh, yes!” she screams. Her tits are bouncing so nicely and I keep pounding her cunt unable to stop, just needing her so damn bad.
“Oh, pussycat,” I groan, coming deep inside her. “Oh, hell yeah.”
I finish, and so does she, digging her nails into my skin as the pleasure rolls over her.
“Moxon, what the hell was that?” she asks, catching her breath as I pull my thick shaft from her entrance.
“I know, that wasn’t the trunk. But don’t worry, angel eyes. We’ll get there before the night’s over.” I pull her close to me and she wraps her arms around my neck and our eyes lock “I’m so glad you came back.”