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“You drive me crazy,” Vanya screams, gripping the back of the seat, grinding down on my shaft, drenching me in her arousal.

“Crazy! So crazy!” I squeak.

Her speed increases as ours ebbs, the narrow streets making it much more dangerous. Which means that I am that much closer to the edge, and our pursuers have a chance to catch us.

These guys know the lay of the land.

Before long, one of them appears behind us, the other bursting through a wooden stall of chickens and paper, nearly taking the roof off the car.

I skid, turn, recover, and stomp the pedal as another car nearly T-bones us, guns pointing out the windows.

Makes sense they would have more men here.

We careen on through the city, cars hot on my tail, my throbbing cock buried in Vanya. The other side of town is coming way too quick without a plan or a way out.

So am I.

I just know it’s a matter of time before Ero calls in an airstrike or just the dealership. Asses to aces says this car is equipped with a kill switch.

But then a beam of heavenly light breaks through the clouds.

Or rather, though a bullet hole in the convertible roof.

Just as I spot our salvation through a break in the buildings.

“Vanya! Let’s take a vacation! On aboat!” I moan, my hips sliding back and forth across the leather seat in rhythmic time with her.

“Yes! Yes!” she screams, oblivious to my meaning. Her legs are tightening around me.

Her walls are tightening around me.

I take a deep breath, taking the route out toward the water, reaching for the roof controls. I accelerate as it hums open, wind rushing and buffeting us.

The whole damn thing catches a gust, ripping free and flying off into the windshield of one of our pursuers.

“Do. Not. Stop!” Vanya shouts over the blasting wind.

I wouldn’t dare.

I’ve got to time this just right. And she feels so fucking good.

Vanya and I both start yelling incoherently as we hit the dock going over 100.

Planks buckle behind us, but it’s almost like we’re flying. People dive out of the way, clearing the path on the wharf, far behind us in a flash. And I don’t give a shit.

My legs are locking up, bracing for what is about to happen. Both things.

“I’m gonna?—”

“I’m gonna gofast!” I agree, coming undone, my head spinning. “Ready?!”

I scream, laughing like a hyena at the dentist’s office.

“YES!” she wails as I unload inside of her and the car hits the boat ramp at the end of the dock. We launch into the air, soaring in slow motion.

“Ciro!” She wails, clenching her legs, gushing out around me.

Right as she shudders, I push up against the floorboard, stepping on the seat, the top of the windshield. Vanya’s legs wrap around my middle.