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I floor it.

Vanya yelps, shifting on top of me, her legs straddling my lap.

I swear I feel the corners of the trucks pinch the tail end of the Beamer as she clears them, roaring to a seat-mashing 120 mph in just a couple of seconds. Maybe someday my butthole will unpucker.

“That was awesome!” I whoop, checking the road behind us.

Vanya sits up, blowing her hair out of her mouth, glaring nose to nose with me, her chest heaving.

“H-hi,” I chirp, glancing around her head to see the road. In the rearview, I watch them fall behind.

There’s no way they’ll catch us on this straight away. Even if we are a bit limited to staying on a paved road in a sports car, mostly so we can rely on speed to put distance between us.

Until I see them veer off the road.

Just as the path turns slowly.

Dammit. I didn’t even say anything and we still get jinxed.

I spot the city just before they intercept us again. Checking her gun, Vanya puts down some cover fire, but I know it won’t do shit compared to their assault rifles and numbers. And it turns out their windshields are bulletproof.

“Um…”

“Faster?” Vanya suggests.

“No. But yeah.” I stomp the pedal and the magnificent engine roars. That’s the kind of sound that can make a man hard.

And apparently, it works on women too.

Vanya fumbles with my button, reaching into my pants and dragging out my rock-hard cock. All I can do is keep my eyes on the road as it twists and turns, taking us closer to the city.

Rucking up her gown, she starts to jerk me off, pumping me in her fist.

The adrenaline, the heart pounding speed.

“What are you doing?!” Why am I asking that?!

“We might die. It’s fucking hot. And I want you one last time!”

I’m grinning like a fiend as she slams down on me, taking me to the hilt inside her.

“Sweet fuck!” I shout, taking the first hard turn.

We rocket into the outskirts of town, the scenery a rush around us. Our only hope is to reach somewhere in town far enough ahead to make a stand. Or maybe we can make it to the airfield, blow through the fence and drive straight into a cargo jet taking off.

And then I’ll pour myself a martini from the glove compartment.

More like piss my pants.

Or come all over them.

A wave of pleasure shoots up my spine as Vanya rocks back and forth, her slick velvet suctioning me deep and tight. I clench my ass, resisting the urge.

Despite the growing distraction, I take the corners like a pro, leading us through the center of town.

And every time I do, Vanya moans, pounding down on my stick shift like it owes her money. The back wheels slide as I make a one-eighty onto another street.

The effect is dizzying. Almost too much.