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perfectly.”
    His cock felt so hot inside her, setting off mini explosions in her abdomen. She bucked, trying to soothe the arousal but only amplified it instead. He impaled her, every nerve ending in her pussy aware of his presence. The contours formed by the ridge of the head and his veined shaft rippled over the spongy walls.
    Every rock of her hips dragged her clit across the pad of muscle above his cock.
    “That’s it. Fuck me.” He pinched her nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefingers. “Ride me hard.”
    He made it so easy to take what she wanted. Lynn found herself bobbing on him, pounding his length inside her as deep as he could reach. She leaned farther back until the head of his cock nudged her just right every time she forced it through the constricting rings of muscle at her entrance.
    Close now, she fucked with less accuracy and more passion. Their bodies expanded and contracted to keep him lodged inside her. Every time the head of his cock locked with the mouth of her pussy, she moaned then relished the long glide of him coming home.
    Each muscle in his body tensed, quivering. His sweat-slicked chest, his amazing abs, even the thighs she clenched in her death grip, gathered. Knowing she affected him—that she could stretch him on a rack of desire as inescapable as the one she found herself bound to—was more than she could bear.
    The knot of her clit tapped him as she buried him deep then rocked in quick, shallow arcs.
    “Lynn. Damn it.” Sebastian fought the pleasure she gave him, but when she added a circular grind of her hips to every stroke, he lost. “Going to come.”
    His hard-on flared inside her as the first hints of her orgasm bubbled in the depths of her abdomen. Every ounce of pleasure she gifted him returned to her double. She reached behind her back to cup his tight sac, holding his balls in her palm.
    He roared with satisfaction at the same time the base of his cock jerked against her fingertips. Imagining the rush of his cum filling the condom he wore—combined with the pressure on her clit and the equipment overflowing her pussy—triggered her orgasm.
    Her pussy milked him with rhythmic pulses. The relief she experienced went deeper, felt more substantial, with him inside her. Joining her. The grunts he made and the flex of his cock extended her pleasure until she collapsed, limp, on his chest.
    Even then, the occasional aftershock vibrated through them, making them both sigh and moan. Though she couldn’t imagine moving a muscle, Sebastian seemed rejuvenated. Unable to lie still, he petted her back, stroked her ass, kissed her cheek and played with her hair.
    When his half-hard cock slipped from her, he shifted her to the side to take care of the condom. She didn’t realize what he intended until the blast of fresh air pebbled her nipples.
    She laughed. “Did you throw that out the window?”
    “What else was I supposed to do with it?” He shrugged then grinned. “Hope the people behind us were following at a safe distance.”
    A cotton undershirt dangled from his fist when he knelt by her side once more. She blushed when he spread her legs to dry her before plucking her skirt off the running board.
    “Now you’re turning shy on me?” He helped her dress before rummaging in his duffle for a change of clothes.
    “It’s not every day I meet a young stud then assault him in a limousine.”
    He had no answer for that. She supposed it might not be so far out of the realm of ordinary for him.
    “I wish we had more time to lounge naked together. I would love to hold you. But that might be hard to explain if we were in an accident. My mother would not approve.” He winked, some of his earlier lighthearted nature emerging from the haze of sensuality that had obscured it.
    Once their appearances had been returned to order, he rejoined her on the seat, snuggling close. Still, she found she couldn’t let that nagging thought go. She refused to smother her curiosity