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same hunger. To be desired was a powerful aphrodisiac.
His right hand went to my chest where he proceeded to knead my heavy breasts, one after the other. The crewneck T-shirt I was wearing wasn’t built for easy access but the fabric was thin enough for the warmth of his fingers to translate to my stiffening nipples.
I felt a rush of energy traveling through me, all thoughts of propriety vanishing. I stopped merely touching his crotch and began to apply pressure. He was growing in my hand, so long and hard.
“I need you,” he whispered as we came up for air for an instant.
I fumbled with his belt and swiftly undid his pants. I pushed them down as well as I could from my reclining position. Then, without wasting a second, I snaked my hand through the fly of his boxers and retrieved his manhood. It was scorching at the touch!
I wanted to play with it, to do anything to please him, but he backed away a few inches. I thought he wanted to tease me but instead he reached under my loose skirt for my panties. He took hold of it and yanked back with brute force. He didn’t just remove them, he ripped them off me. I was so surprised that I couldn’t restrain a shriek.
He looked down at me with pure lust in his eyes. He was consumed with a fire only I could understand for I felt the same way. I wanted to kiss him again, to wrap my arms around his strong reassuring body, but there was something else on his mind.
“I’m burning for you,” he said.
He grabbed my waist and pulled me down the seat a little bit. I was too big a woman to ever be comfortable having sex in the backseat of a car, even this opulent Maybach, but I was too far gone to care. I needed his touch more than I needed air right now. He lowered himself to me.
“Do it.”
There was no teasing, no torturing me with what I was craving. He wiggled his shaft between my folds and rammed forward.
“Ugh!”
He filled me at once! Sheathed to the hilt, he continued playing with my breasts and he kissed me again. His sweet tongue danced with mine as he went about thrusting in and out of my tight oven.
Now that he was lower, I could finally take him in my arms. It only served to feed his passion. He slammed into me with quick strokes and I knew he wouldn’t last long. Nor could I. He had awakened something within me that nothing short of an orgasm could tame.
“Yes, Grayson...”
He was controlling the speed, the depth. He was completely dominating me. I was his! He rolled his hips one more time and I felt him expand. This was it! The thought of what was going to happen triggered my release. It was like the ultimate wishful thinking.
“Oooohh!”
My climax came unexpectedly. I pulled him to me and my body was rocked by the carnal assault. My senses were aflutter, almost disconnected from reality. Right then, his stiffening reached its zenith and he flooded me.
“Aaaggh,” he grunted.
He didn’t stop pounding into me as we came together. The moment was beautiful, so savage and yet so intimate. I was euphoric and we each buried our faces in the other’s shoulder as we rode it out. I never wanted the frenzied moment to end.
“Oh God,” I whispered as time regained its properties around us. Before he put his lips on mine I had time to mouth, “Oh Grayson…”
Even though things were over, we continued kissing for the longest time. It was tender, sweet, no longer tinted with lustful intentions. Our hunger was satisfied, for now anyway. Eventually, we pulled apart and he sat back on his seat. He didn’t bother to pull up his pants and we each turned toward the other, almost as if we were in bed.
“I’ve missed this, Merrin. I’ve missed you.”
I didn’t answer right away. I didn’t want to overextend myself because what I had to say next was vital.
“I got Special Agent Evartt to talk last night. I know why he was questioning me about you.”
“Go on.”
“He said… Wow, this is hard.”
“It’s all right, you can tell me