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“And why would I take the 93?” he asks, squinting.
“You didn’t.” I jerk one hand free. “You were driving along Southampton when you saw the accident on the 93.”
“Oh, yeah?”
He lets me slip a hand into his pants. He’s already semi-hard.
“Yeah,” I say, stroking him. “And, being the brave man you are, you stopped to help those poor people trapped inside their vehicles.”
“Damn right, I did.”
He kisses me with a hint of heat on his breath.
“Then,” I say, gasping, “a car caught fire!”
“It did?!”
I hug his waist with my knees, drawing him closer to align my slit with his cock. “And you—” He kisses me again, hard. “Being the—” I feel his tip sliding into me. “Big, strong man—”
“Anna,” he says, our lips entwined.
“Yeah?”
“Shut up, please.”
I laugh and wrap my arms around him as he thrusts deep. He bucks his hips, grinding into me. I brace myself on the counter, pushing up to meet his moving body and feeling the edge of pleasure take hold of me.
“Just like that,” I whisper in his ear to turn him on. “Fuck me just like that…”
He grunts and I know it’s working.
“You feel so good,” I say. “Don’t stop.”
His head falls to my shoulder. I raise my legs a little higher on his hips, changing his angle in me. It hits us both just right and we moan together.
“Are you close?” he asks, breathing hard.
I shake my head. “No.”
“What do you need?”
“Huh?”
“Do you want it harder?” he asks. “Faster?”
“Uh…”
Jake raises his head. “Anna, you’re supposed to come, too.”
I laugh. “I mean, it’s not really required—”
“You want your cervix to suck up my sperm, right?”
“Yes…”
He kisses me, nibbling on my lips. “Then, orgasm. That’s what you did before, right?”
“It is.”
