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Jason approached me slowly, walking over to where I stood by the glass. The lights dimmed automatically, on some sort of timer, and I saw him grin.

“You want out of those shoes, don’t you?”

I nodded as he kissed me, sliding his body into mine. We fit perfectly, he and I. There was something about the way he held me that always had me melting right into his arms.

“I need you to leave them on though,” he murmured. His hands slid beneath my skirt, lifting it upward. Somewhere in my sea of hair, his lips found the curve of my ear. “Just a little while longer…”

He nibbled my earlobe for a minute, driving me crazy as he kissed his way down my neck. By the time he reached my shoulder I was already sopping wet. I could feel my tiny thong, soaked through in anticipation of receiving him.

“Sammara…”

Suddenly his hands went rigid. I gasped as he spun me around, his hands moving with astonishing strength and speed, positioning me flat against the window as he hiked my skirt up over my waist.

“You have something for me?”

I pushed backward, grinding my ass into him sexily. His pants were around his ankles, because already I could feel skin on skin.

“Yes.”

He shoved forward, hands tightly gripping my hips. I could feel the warm bulge of his cock pressing against me, stirring with the heat and friction of being trapped between my asscheeks. Sliding sensuously against my dripping thong…

“Where’s it going?” Jason asked.

I moaned as he took control, gripping his cock in one hand and rubbing it up and down my molten furrow. I wanted to reach back, to slide my thong over one side of my ass and take him all the way inside me. I ached for it. Yearned for it…

“I said, where’s it going?” my lover growled into my ear.

He pushed me forward, pinning me against the glass. It was insanely hot. The smooth surface felt pleasantly cool against my outstretched palms.

Jesus Christ, Sammara…

“Mmmmm…” I purred over my shoulder. “You know where I want it…”

His hand was between us now, three soaked fingers gliding deliciously up and down. Spreading my wetness. Spreading me wide open for him as he finally slid my panties to one side… and pressed his well-lubricated thumb gently against my tight little asshole.

“That’s my girl…”

Nine

SAMMARA

He fucked me deeply, pushing me all the way against the glass with every inch of his rock-hard cock. The feeling of fullness was incredible. Indescribable.

Especially coupled with the exquisite pleasure provided by the tip of his thumb… penetrating my asshole.

I bit down on his free hand, which was now in my mouth. Jason used the leverage to fuck me roughly. To pull my body backward, spearing me with every last inch of him.

God…

I loved every second. Being dominated… being taken like this! And yet I knew what was coming next, even before he took his hand from my mouth. Even before I heard the familiar sound of a tiny cap being popped open and a bottle being squeezed…

“There…”

Warm oil ran down the crack of my ass, smoothed around by Jason’s probing, churning thumb. It had to have been in his pocket. Brought thankfully beyond room temperature by the heat of his own body.

Ohhh…

It felt soothing and wonderful, even as his thumb was replaced by the head of his cock. Even as my lover pushed the full length of himself inside me, filling me from behind, causing me to hiss along that knife-edge of pain and pleasure. Pushing ever further, ever deeper. Past the initial tension and resistance to reach the sweetness of pure ecstasy.