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wanted to surprise her, hell, impress her, but he might have traumatized her by showing off too much.
    “I’m sorry, piccola. Please, don’t be mad.”
    “Why didn’t you tell me about it beforehand?!”
    “Because…” His cheeks heated up. “I wanted to impress you.”
    Her jaw dropped. “Impress me?! What are you, a high school jock?! You’re a world champion driver many times over! You think I’m not impressed with that?!”
    “Well…I’m not the world champion right now,” he said quietly.
    She framed his face with her palms and groaned in frustration. “Oh you ninny!” She kissed him again. Her lips were rapacious on his, as if she wanted to swallow him whole.
    Heat shot through his bloodstreams like quicksilver. Man, he would scare her shitless again if she would be like this afterward. So fucking hot! He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her back.
    “I was so afraid,” she said when she pulled back for air.
    “I didn’t mean to make you afraid, piccola. Forgive me.”
    He barely recognized his own voice. Fucking lame. This was not him. But he didn’t care right now. He wanted her and his dick was king at the moment.
    “I wanna feel you. Oh god, now!”
    She fumbled with the front zipper of his racing suit. Yanking it down none too gently, it snagged midway. She cursed colorfully but managed to open the suit from neck to crotch. Her hands pulled up his inner shirt, exposing his torso.
    He stared at her, spellbound as her urgent hands roamed his chest. They glided down his abs and went straight for his cock, pulling it out in one go.
    “Yeah! Alive!” she breathed out the words as she stared at his erection, squeezing it with her fingers. She licked her lips and looked at him, her eyes smoldering with desire. “I want you.”
    Cazzo!
    He removed her hands from his cock and forcibly strapped her on her seat. She protested, attempting to free herself.
    “Don’t!” he growled at her harshly. She sat still.
    He started the engine and backed the car, breaks screeching. He stepped on the gas hard. They shot out at high speed.
    A couple of minutes later, they were on the dirt road and he couldn’t see any hedges. No fucking bushes in sight where he could park his car behind. No fucking trees. It was flat grassland for kilometers ahead. Fuck! The chalet was roughly fifteen minutes away and he couldn’t possibly last that long. He was already leaking, so hard he could blast through walls like a wrecking ball. He could feel his pulse pumping like a major artery around his shaft.
    Her hand snaked out to touch him again.
    “Valenna, don’t!” he growled.
    She removed her seat belt and bent over.
    Her mouth closed over his cock head at close to 70 mph and he nearly blew his load.
    Holding her shoulders firmly to keep her in place, he stepped on the breaks and maneuvered the car to the roadside.
    She grinned up at him.
    “You’re a very naughty girl, Valenna.”
    “And you’re a bad, bad boy for scaring the shit out of me, Gianfranco.”
    She straightened in her seat and hauled herself up. Sitting on the rear hood of his car, she opened her legs. She leaned back supporting herself on one arm and crooked a finger at him. “Come here. Make me feel you’re alive. I want to feel all of you moving against me, inside me.”
    He practically jumped from the driver’s seat and planted himself between her legs, panting, his cock rearing between them. He pushed her little skirt up and raised her legs together, pulling her panties off of her. They got stuck on her boots. Having no patience to totally undress her, he pushed her legs up against her chest, totally exposing her to him.
    Glistening strips of lush, pink flesh had him salivating. He’d had a lot of pussies but he was not the type who’d scrutinize and give them extra points for being so pretty. But this particular pussy totally had him like a scientist obsessed with a rare specimen. He’d liked to know how this little slice of wonder