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Author: Emily Stone
Micah pulled her down at once, filling her up to the root.
“Ride me. Show me what you got.” he said and the spirit of lust and competition roiled and mixed within her soul. His hands pawed at her breasts while she sank herself upon his length and bounced. She hissed in pleasure when his palms ran along her smooth flanks and pulled her closer in a crazed series of thrusts.
The music in the bar picked up with a heavy, driving rhythm. The very walls of the office seemed to shake to the symphonic thunder outside while Micah's chair strained and creaked to their ferocious coupling. “Oh Micah! Don't stop!” she gasped, biting her lips as she clenched her pussy with each downward slide on his thick member.
Her pace was so violent she didn't care that her heavy breasts hit Micah's face. He probably doesn't care either. All that mattered was that piece of ultimate pleasure that hung teasingly in reach, entwined with her love's approval. She yowled like a cat in heat when she felt Micah's hand pull down on her hair, sending her into more lustful spasms as she swiveled her hips against his cock.
He pulled harder when he heard her gasp and slapped her gyrating bottom with a loud clap. A husky moan of ecstasy ripped forth from her lips and her back arched. The intense strains of the music outside boomed in her head as much as the beat of her heart. Her body stiffened and white hot euphoria rushed up her spine like a plume of fire. She screamed and slammed herself like a frenzied hell cat down on his rippling tool.
“Goddamn!” grunted Micah as he pulled Abbey down to his chest, rubbing her voluptuous endowments across his muscles as his lusts exploded. She writhed atop him, wracked with convulsions when his cock twitched and unleashed an ocean of his hot seed deep into her silken depths.
She panted as he pumped his spend inside her. They released their manic grips on each other with satisfied sighs. The music outside had also calmed into a more mellow rhythm.
“Ok...” he said, his breath light, “you know how to ride. I trust you.”
Abbey moaned in content and rested her head on his bare chest while his hand traced lazy circles on her back. “Micah...” she said softly, spent and satiated. “Can I trust you? I know the Black Asphalt boys aren't just into charity. Everyone knows that.”
Micah chuckled. “Yeah. Everyone knows but no one can prove it. Funny how that works.”
“Please baby, let's just run away from all this. Get away from the drugs and it'll be the two of us.” For one long moment, she hoped he'd listen. They were the truest words she'd ever spoken. The MPD had no evidence against Micah. We could run away right now and we wouldn't be breaking the law. MPD hasn't made dropping out in the middle of the investigation illegal.
He sighed and stroked her hair. “I will. I'm getting' tired of this shit anyway but after the 26 th , I'll be flush. Just you, me, and the bike.”
Through tears and a smile, Abbey received his secret and did the math. 26 th . That's September 26 th . She picked up more of his secrets in the coming days and weeks, with each passionate expression of their love a simultaneous step to their ruin, each union a joy yet a harbinger of pain to come. I'm so sorry. I love you Micah but please forgive me. I have no choice. Even up to the eve of the exchange, Micah took her sad expressions as the wistful delight of being with the man she belonged to.
Never did it cross his mind that the woman he gave his heart to kept her heart divided, all for what was to come...
***
“Alright goddammit!” Mulder clapped his hands together in the trailer. “Finally... finally, we're gonna nail this son of a bitch! Let's give a round of applause to Ms. Channing for delivering this asshole on a silver platter!”
Various team leaders in tactical gear clapped but then Mulder shut them up. “Alright alright be quiet. It ain't
“Ride me. Show me what you got.” he said and the spirit of lust and competition roiled and mixed within her soul. His hands pawed at her breasts while she sank herself upon his length and bounced. She hissed in pleasure when his palms ran along her smooth flanks and pulled her closer in a crazed series of thrusts.
The music in the bar picked up with a heavy, driving rhythm. The very walls of the office seemed to shake to the symphonic thunder outside while Micah's chair strained and creaked to their ferocious coupling. “Oh Micah! Don't stop!” she gasped, biting her lips as she clenched her pussy with each downward slide on his thick member.
Her pace was so violent she didn't care that her heavy breasts hit Micah's face. He probably doesn't care either. All that mattered was that piece of ultimate pleasure that hung teasingly in reach, entwined with her love's approval. She yowled like a cat in heat when she felt Micah's hand pull down on her hair, sending her into more lustful spasms as she swiveled her hips against his cock.
He pulled harder when he heard her gasp and slapped her gyrating bottom with a loud clap. A husky moan of ecstasy ripped forth from her lips and her back arched. The intense strains of the music outside boomed in her head as much as the beat of her heart. Her body stiffened and white hot euphoria rushed up her spine like a plume of fire. She screamed and slammed herself like a frenzied hell cat down on his rippling tool.
“Goddamn!” grunted Micah as he pulled Abbey down to his chest, rubbing her voluptuous endowments across his muscles as his lusts exploded. She writhed atop him, wracked with convulsions when his cock twitched and unleashed an ocean of his hot seed deep into her silken depths.
She panted as he pumped his spend inside her. They released their manic grips on each other with satisfied sighs. The music outside had also calmed into a more mellow rhythm.
“Ok...” he said, his breath light, “you know how to ride. I trust you.”
Abbey moaned in content and rested her head on his bare chest while his hand traced lazy circles on her back. “Micah...” she said softly, spent and satiated. “Can I trust you? I know the Black Asphalt boys aren't just into charity. Everyone knows that.”
Micah chuckled. “Yeah. Everyone knows but no one can prove it. Funny how that works.”
“Please baby, let's just run away from all this. Get away from the drugs and it'll be the two of us.” For one long moment, she hoped he'd listen. They were the truest words she'd ever spoken. The MPD had no evidence against Micah. We could run away right now and we wouldn't be breaking the law. MPD hasn't made dropping out in the middle of the investigation illegal.
He sighed and stroked her hair. “I will. I'm getting' tired of this shit anyway but after the 26 th , I'll be flush. Just you, me, and the bike.”
Through tears and a smile, Abbey received his secret and did the math. 26 th . That's September 26 th . She picked up more of his secrets in the coming days and weeks, with each passionate expression of their love a simultaneous step to their ruin, each union a joy yet a harbinger of pain to come. I'm so sorry. I love you Micah but please forgive me. I have no choice. Even up to the eve of the exchange, Micah took her sad expressions as the wistful delight of being with the man she belonged to.
Never did it cross his mind that the woman he gave his heart to kept her heart divided, all for what was to come...
***
“Alright goddammit!” Mulder clapped his hands together in the trailer. “Finally... finally, we're gonna nail this son of a bitch! Let's give a round of applause to Ms. Channing for delivering this asshole on a silver platter!”
Various team leaders in tactical gear clapped but then Mulder shut them up. “Alright alright be quiet. It ain't
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