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“Drop to your knees, mama. I can’t drive with my cock trying to bust out of my pants.”

He started to unzip his pants, and my face heated up. I looked around quickly, but there was no one in sight. I turned back toward him.

“Right here?” My heart pounded.

This was the kind of stuff that turned me on so much. Kordell knew how much the possibility of getting caught got me whimpering as we had sex. And I thought that was probably why he loved doing it so much at my job. I had a certain someone who had made love with me after we ran from the cops to thank for this little kink.

He reached out and gripped my shoulder, pushing me downward. “Rosalie, if you don’t get down and start sucking my cock and balls, I’ll drive us back and fuck you in front of everyone on that drag bike.” His eyes were full of lust and his voice level.

I didn’t think that was a playful threat. And as much as it kind of made me excited, there was no way I wanted to be screwed in front of anyone else. Again, theideaof being caught was hot, but actually being watched? Not so much.

I lowered to my knees in front of him as he yanked his pants down his thighs, and his cock hung, hard and thick, waiting for my hands and mouth to make it feel so good. I reached out and grabbed it. Looking up, I flicked my tongue across the tip.

CHAPTER 4

KORDELL

The momenther tongue hit my cock, I decided I was going to fuck every little hole on her body tonight. I had been wanting to screw her pretty little ass, and so tonight would be the night. And I would do it with her lying on my bike.

I groaned as her lips started to slide around my tip. She was teasing the shit out of me, and I lived for it. Most women I’d screwed just got down to business, but I enjoyed a woman who could make things last a little longer. Get me rock hard, then let me cool down a second before doing it all over again.

“That’s it, Rosalie.” I reached down and started to brush her hair out of her face as she glanced up at me.

I’d told her the very first time she blew me that I wanted her to look at me whenever she sucked my cock. I hated it when a woman wouldn’t stay focused on me. After all, she was here to give me attention. To warm my cock, to swallow my cum. Why shouldn’t her eyes be on me at all times?

I gripped her hair. “Deeper, mama. You know I love it when you gag on my cock.”

I pushed her deeper on my cock. Until I felt her body tense and her throat tighten around me. I groaned and held her there until I felt her start to struggle a moment, and then I pulled herback and forth on me. Fuck, her mouth felt so good. Her pussy was top-notch, too, but this mouth could suck a man’s soul out of his body.

“God, that’s perfect… Fuck, Rosalie. Suck my balls. Don’t forget them.”

I pulled her off my cock, and she pushed it up with her small, delicate hand. As she lowered her head and started to lick my balls, they drew up toward my body. Fuck, that felt good.

I groaned as she started to take each one into her mouth, back-to-back. I tilted my head and looked at the stars starting to appear in the sky. The things this girl made me feel. I wanted to tie her up to my bed and walk into the room and fuck her whenever I wanted, then go get some work done before coming back and doing it all over again. I shoved her face into my sack and felt her suck both into her mouth, which was a struggle for her. But, fuck, when she did it, I had a hard time not busting my nut all over her face.

“Fuck, mama, suck my balls like you can’t get enough. Because you can’t, can you? Such a dirty whore, Rosalie. Kneeling down on the cold ground to take my cock in your mouth.”

I pulled her back off my balls and tilted her face up to see me.

“Suck my cock again. Don’t be a bitch around it. I want you to deep-throat me.”

She nodded enthusiastically and stroked my cock as she started to suck, and I saw her cheeks hollow as she went to town.

Fuck, this girl was going to feel my cum dripping into every hole tonight. There was something about drag racing that always turned me on. I bet I could go three times tonight. Only one way to find out.

I shoved her deep on my cock. I took my other hand and covered her nose. I loved seeing the look on her face as she started to struggle for oxygen, and it made her throat tighten.After a few seconds, I saw the look on her face. She wanted a break. Wanted me to stop. To give her a breath. But not yet. I wanted to see her eyes water. I wanted her to cry her pretty little tears as I came down her throat because, fuck, was she pretty when she cried over my cock.

I groaned as I felt my release hit. I shoved my cock deep in her throat as she started to cry and pumped my cum inside her mouth.

“Fuuuck… yes. Take my cum… You look so fucking hot. You wanna breathe? Then, swallow. Come on, little mama. Swallow for me.” Seeing her swallow, I yanked my cock out of her mouth.

I helped pull her to her feet. And kissed her, my tongue shoving its way into her mouth, tasting my cum on her tongue. Tasting myself on her lips was so fucking hot.

I reached down and pulled her jacket off her shoulders. Then, I yanked her top up, revealing those pretty tits sitting in her bra. “Mmm, fuck, mama. Take your clothes off. I’m going to fuck your pussy next.”

I stroked my cock. It had gone a bit soft, but, shit, I’d get it back. Looking at her naked body would help expedite that process for damn sure.

Rosalie slowly started to strip out of her clothes, looking around once more. For being such a good girl on one hand, Rosalie loved to be fucked in bad ways. Something about the possibility of getting in trouble turned her on. From speeding in a car or on the back of my bike to fucking in public. My good girl was so damn bad on the inside. And I was obsessed with it.