Free Naughty Rendezvous by Lexie Davis Page B

pants fell and his cock sprung out into her awaiting hand. Her sweet little palm caressed and teased him even more as the cool night air abraded his heated skin. He couldn't wait.
    "Turn around.” He pushed her shoulders until her ass pressed against his cock, rubbing gently with her movements. “God, I've wanted to do this all day long."
    Squirming slightly, she replied with a husky whisper, “Then do it."
    He took a deep breath, gripping her hip in one hand as he guided himself to her entrance. With just the tip of his cock pressed inside her, the scalding heat of her slick pussy greeted him, welcomed him. He clenched his teeth and pressed hard, sheathing himself inside her body completely.
    "Oh, God,” she gasped, scratching her fingernails along the hood of the car.
    His sentiments exactly. His control snapped as he pulled out, her muscles clenching around him. The sweet smell of her arousal wafted in the air, teasing his nostrils.
    Her soft moans filled the silence around them while his cock sank inside her again and again. “You're so fuckin’ tight."
    Each thrust brought him to the edge until finally he came hard and fast, spilling everything he had within her. She gasped when he reached around her body and began stroking what little flesh he found between her thighs.
    "Oh ... yes ... oh, God. Chase...” she gasped, groaned and finally bit her arm as she screamed her pleasure convulsing around his half-hard shaft wedged deep inside her.
    "You feel so damn good, Gracie.” He nuzzled her neck, pressing his lips below her ear.
    Chase knew when reality hit, as Grace pushed off from the car, dislodging their bodies before she fixed her clothing. “You won't remember this tomorrow."
    He stared, bewildered at her. “Why won't I? I'm not that drunk."
    Feeling exposed, he pulled his pants and boxers up, fastening them as he waited for her reply.
    "Because, Chase. It didn't happen. We—” she waved a hand between them “—didn't happen."
    "Are you crazy?” His mind ached with the alcohol, and the orgasm muddled his thoughts even more.
    "Maybe. Possibly. Probably.” She started walking towards her car, and he stepped in stride beside her.
    "Gracie,” he started, grabbing her arm.
    "No.” She jerked away from him. “It shouldn't have happen. It will not happen again."
    Under the harsh outdoor lighting around the bar, Chase stared at her as if she were a figment of his imagination. Her blonde hair hung loosely around her shoulders in small flowing waves. Her lips pouted a soft pink colour from his kisses. Just remembering her mouth on his struck up a hunger inside him, a desire and longing he hadn't felt before—not with the same intensity.
    "Gracie, please,” he pleaded, though he didn't know what he asked for.
    "Chase, I'll only say this once. I gave you a pity fuck. I felt sorry for you because that damn bitch made you feel two inches tall. I let you use me, but that's all it is, all it will ever be.” Her eyes misted with tears and he ached to pull her against him. “Please don't mention this ever again."
    With that, she turned, and he watched her climb inside her car and drive away, leaving him standing alone and even more confused than before.
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Chapter Two
    Grace woke up with a blistering headache, though her head wasn't the only thing recalling the previous night. Her pussy clenched with the thought of Chase being inside her, fucking her hard with a cock a god would envy. She shivered, reminded of her moans and final scream as he drove her to the edge of orgasm and then pushed her over. No man had ever made her scream in the middle of pleasure.
    Rolling out of bed, she stumbled to the bathroom, used the facilities and stood naked before the mirror. She dreamt of him last night, continuing their escapade until the break of dawn. He caressed every inch of her body with his lips before finally leaning down to lick and play between her legs. And then he switched positions,