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hollowed out and he closed his eyes in ecstasy. She moved on him, taking more of him in, and he opened his eyes to watch.
    There was no more lipstick left on her, just her bare lips pressed around his dick. Her eyes were closed in concentration, and she relied on his hold of her hair to keep her balance, throwing herself forward to engulf him. He couldn’t keep the grunt from escaping and wasn’t surprised to see her smile around his shaft. Tightening his grip to remind her where her focus should be, he pulled her back and held her still, pushing himself into her, taking the little bit of control she’d managed.
    She made no noise of complaint, just kept still and used her tongue to caress him as he moved in and out, slowly working his length in farther each time. When she’d taken all of him, he paused. She raised her eyes to meet his and for the first time it occurred to him that he might not get enough of this, of her, in one day. She waited patiently, and he took it for the gift it was. His free hand caressed her cheek once, then he slowly drew back before pulling all the way free.
    One more soft caress of appreciation, and he returned to the game at hand.
    “Tell me where they’re hiding.”
    She lowered her eyes, unable to drop her head with his firm grasp, and whispered, “In the old Miller house.” Then she bit her lip, and he was positive it was to keep from smiling.
    “There, that wasn’t so hard now, was it, missy?”
    “No, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”
    “Stand up.”
    He helped her stand, then turned her around again, folding her back over the hood of the car. He fished the handcuff key out of his shirt pocket, as well as the condom he’d stashed there. Setting the package on the car roof, he unlocked the cuffs and tossed them aside. “You’re going to be good now, aren’t you? Do what you’re told?” he asked.
    “Yes, Sir.”
    He pulled her back up and turned her to face him. “Take off my shirt.”
    She responded eagerly, attacking the buttons with relish. Her eyes went a little wide and a lot greedy when she bared the Celtic tattoo that swirled over his shoulder and down his arm, ending just above his elbow. She started to lean in, licked her lips, and froze, before straightening and finishing the job he’d given her.
    “Get the condom,” he told her, gesturing to where he’d set it.
    She moved quickly, tearing the wrapper open and waiting for his nod before rolling the rubber down his length. If she spent a little more time and effort smoothing it down than was strictly necessary, he wasn’t about to complain.
    He moved them over to the driver’s side door and pushed her against the car. His hands under her ass, he lifted her until she wrapped her legs around his hips, and he drove into her. Her short cry rang out, her arms wrapping around his shoulders, her pussy gripping him tightly. He rested his forehead against hers, fighting to keep from spilling his release like a damn teenager.
    “Drew.” She moaned, her fingers flexing against his shoulders the only movement she allowed herself.
    “Fuck.” He forgot all about the game, all about anything except finally being inside her, the feel of her, the look on her face as he began to move.
    “Christ, Emma. You feel so good.”
    Her heels dug into his ass as she did her best to meet him thrust for thrust. The car rocked slightly under her, her breaths coming out in panting gasps.
    “Please, Sir. Please. I can’t—”
    “You can come when I come,” he told her forcefully. And made himself slow down. Concentrated on slowly sliding in and out. Her legs trembled against his hips, her breathing was almost a sob, but she held on, held back, until he no longer could. He dropped his head back and shouted. Her short nails bit into his shoulders and she screamed.
    Gravity helped him support her against the car while he regained his sense of the world. She’d rested her head against his shoulder and was giving tiny little licks to his neck. He