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both my jeans
and my panties. I glanced at the back window, relieved to see that too was
heavily tinted, the headlights behind us a vague and blurry prism.
    Our lips hit together again, hungrily kissing one another as
his hands explored the contours of my exposed butt cheeks, dipping into the
cleft, up to the small of my back and down to the backs of my thighs.
    His touch was electric, sending spikes of yearning to my
pussy and clit as I fumbled and yanked at his jeans. Despite his astronomical
wealth he still went without boxers and his hot, thick cock sprang into my
palm. He groaned as I tightened my fist around the marble-smooth shaft, and
with my thumb found the strong pulse point just below the center of the head.
“Condom,” I breathed onto his lips.
    He muttered and fumbled for his wallet. Produced a blue
foil-wrapped condom and ripped it with his teeth. With deft, experienced
fingers he slid it on just before the car accelerated and pressed our chests
together.
    My body was alive, on fire, it had been a while since I’d
had sex. I hadn’t been able to find the same enthusiasm for bedroom action
since Robbie and I’d broken up. But now, like a volcano of desire, I erupted. I
wanted him so bad I actually, physically hurt. Between my legs was chaos, a
wet, pulsating inferno of lust demanding attention.
    My hands clasped convulsively at his sweater as clumsily,
frantically I took the tip of his cock into my entrance and began to sink onto
him. But I’d only taken him an inch or two when his hips thrust up in one
powerful surge. His cock pushed in, hard and determined. I cried out and
squeezed my eyes shut. A dagger of pain mixed with my pleasure. I’d forgotten
just how much I had to concentrate on relaxing to accommodate Robbie. He was
big. Big, thick and solid.
    “I’m sorry, oh god, I’m so sorry, Jenny,” he said, stilling.
Remorse seared through his eyes.
    “No, it’s okay,” I said in a strained voice, willing myself
to relax around his shaft. “Please, don’t stop, don’t stop, Robbie. It’s okay.”
    His mouth captured mine, his tongue dipping in as his hands
encircled my waist. I pressed downward until he was butting up against my
cervix, filling and owning me, and began to rock, my clit grinding wonderfully
against his hard pubis and his wiry pubic hair. An emergency siren traveling in
the opposite direction wailed past flashing its blue neon lights around the
darkened car. Oh god, what the hell were we doing? What the hell was I doing? I didn’t care, I was possessed by my lust. There was a devil in me that
had taken control. Satisfaction in the form of a big, wonderful orgasm was the
only thing that mattered, the only thing that was going to happen next.
    “Oh shit, this isn’t gonna do my fucking ego any good,”
Robbie grunted. “I can’t last long. It feels too fucking awesome. It’s been too
long without you, Jenny.”
    “Me neither,” I gasped, my swollen clit gyrating against him
as my hips danced and weaved, hitting the spot just right. I grabbed for his
hair, clawed it with my fingers. “Robbie, ah, it’s here. Oh god, yes…now…come
with me.”
    As my orgasm raged I tasted blood in my mouth. Trying to
keep quiet for the sake of the driver had meant a painful meeting of my bottom
lip and teeth. Robbie didn’t succeed in keeping his pleasure inaudible and
groaned deep and carnal as he gave an almighty thrust into my clenching,
spasming pussy. The car jolted over a pothole, which ground us even harder
together at the height of our pleasure. “Argh, fuck, Jenny,” he cried out,
holding my head tight and kissing me as if he would never stop. As if he would
never remove himself from my body.
    The car paused and we stopped kissing. On the other side of
the dark glass I heard music thumping from an adjacent car. I lifted from him,
my limbs weak, my mind disoriented. Still breathless I pulled on my knickers
and jeans and pushed my hair over my shoulders.
    He was panting hard too