Page 116 of Dark Breaker

And I’m going to show him just how appreciative I really am.

His suit is dirty. Covered in grime and blood. I hardly notice. I’m just as grimy but he doesn’t care either.

I open up his belt buckle as we kiss and slide the leather strip through the loops of his trousers until I’ve removed it entirely. Then I shove my hand down his pants and into his underwear until I feel his hard cock throbbing against my fingers. Oh I missed it.

Fabio moans and kisses me even harder. He’s unzipping my leather jumpsuit now; he suddenly rams down both sides of the suit, freeing my upper body.

Panting, I release him and pull away so that I have room to shrug down the jumpsuit some more. He’s taking off his own suit jacket and dress shirt. When my jumpsuit and panties are down to my knees, I unlatch my bra and then throw myself on Fabio. I’m too impatient.

My lips find his again and I kiss him desperately. It’s like we’ve been apart for years, waiting a lifetime to rejoin when it’s been only seconds.

He’s still wearing his dress pants, so I unbutton and unzip them. I’ve grown quite skillful at this and can do it one-handed. I shove my other hand inside his underwear, wanting to feel his hot, pulsating cock in my fingers again. As soon as I find it he shivers beneath my touch and groans softly.

“Fuck, you could make me cum just holding my cock like that,” he says.

I smile as I kiss him again. “I’m going to do much more than simply hold your cock.”

He shudders again, his eyes rolling up slightly.

I kiss him all the harder.

I slide my hand out and gently steer his body downward, wanting him to lie back on the seats, and he follows my lead. I’m a little surprised. I’m used to him dominating me, not the other way around.

He’s too big to fit within the confines of both seats of course, and his knees remain bent over the edge of the driver seat, so that his thighs, hips and upper body are flat against the remainder of the two surfaces. I slide his dress pants down and he lifts his butt to help me. I strip off his underwear as well, bunching up both garments near his knees.

His heavy cock throbs between his legs, calling to me, begging me to suck him dry.

I lean forward and oblige.

I wrap my mouth around the head of his cock and slide down. I let saliva drizzle the shaft, then shove a hand underneath my mouth to grip the base. Then I move my hand up and down in sync with my lips.

Fabio squirms beneath me and threads his left hand into my longer hair, while letting his right hand cup the short hair on the other side of my scalp.

I keep sucking him, occasionally moving my hand out of the way so I can slip my mouth all the way down. I have to hold my breath whenever I do that, because he’s so fucking big, so amazingly big. I stay all the way down for only a few seconds each time—that’s all I can take—and quickly come up for air.

I grip his balls with my free hand while I work and stroke them. Fabio tightens his fingers in my hair, pulling so hard it hurts, but I don’t mind. At the moment, as far as I’m concerned he can rip out all my hair if it means I can empty those balls of his.

But I don’t want them to empty into my mouth. Oh no.

I’ve been watching him, trying to gauge how close he is. It’s tricky, so I decide to stop. He’s probably near the edge already, judging from how hard he’s squeezing my hair.

I pull my mouth away and gasp for air, a long stream of saliva dripping from my lips.

His grip loosens when I release his molten cock entirely, so that I’m able to position myself on top of him. I slide my jumpsuit and my panties the rest of the way off, because I don’t want them restricting my movements anymore. Then I place one foot down on the floor and plant my other knee on the seat next to his hips. Then I lower myself, grip his throbbing shaft in my hand, and guide it into my pussy.

Then I thrust downward, letting him impale me deep.

We both gasp at the same time.

When he looks up at me, I smile seductively and start pumping up and down.

It’s pretty dark outside now. No one’s really going to see me riding him like a stallion, especially not at the speeds most cars pass by. So I ride him with abandon.

My eyes have adjusted to the dim light of course, so I can still see him just fine. Fabio’s back arches slightly and his eyes become lidded. The pleasure arcs out from my core in waves, and I’m just admiring that fucking hot, tattooed body beneath me while I ride. The way those beautiful pectoral muscles, like medieval shields, intersect with his ten pack abs. The way his neck merges with his thick trapezius muscles, and those slabs of meat called his shoulders top off his arms.

Then there’s his tanned face, with those gorgeous lips, prominent nose, and chiseled jaw. Mm, so yummy. The swollen and red cheek on the one side does nothing to detract from his looks. In fact, it only adds to his allure, his imperfections making him all the more perfect in my eyes.

Perfectly imperfect.