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That didn’t stop him and neither did her disobedience as she
propped herself on her elbows to look over her shoulder at him. The move shoved
her ass back and he slid in another inch. Heaven. She felt like a tight, hot
heaven. Dean dropped his head back as pleasure wrapped around his balls and
squeezed. He shoved forward, sheathing himself again, slowly. Relentlessly.
Audra made choking sounds in the back of her throat, but when he lifted his
head to look at her, it was to see her eyes closed and an orgasmic expression
on her face.

His heart threatening to explode if he didn’t fuck her
faster, Dean paused a moment to squirt more lube along the tender skin
stretched around his dick. He threw the tube somewhere over his shoulder, the
beast riding him as hard as he wanted to ride Audra. Catching her hips in his
hands, he held her still as he retreated from the tight grip of her body and
thrust in again, making their skin slap together.

He began a relentless pace, powering into her snug ass like
a rutting animal, his balls drawing tight, that tingle at the base of his spine
intensifying until it almost hurt. Her squeaks became high-pitched moans as he
fucked her hard and fast, giving it to her the way he needed to. He held her
hips tight, fingers digging deep, knowing he’d leave bruises on her that would
last for days. That knowledge helped toss him closer to the edge of climax.
Then she gave a scream behind her gag, her body bucked with the power of
another orgasm, but this time there was no way he could hold back.

The instant he felt her ass flex around his dick, he lost
it. Biting back what would have been a long, loud groan, he pumped into her
tight hole, humping against her as the tip of his cock exploded with the force
of his climax. His breath caught in his throat until he thought he’d pass out,
his dick hardening to the point of near pain. He shot stream after stream of
cum into her welcoming ass, slamming into her over and over again, waves of
pleasure battering against him. For a moment he thought he might actually die
from the force of his climax, but then the euphoria took over and he couldn’t
have cared if he did.

Dean slumped over Audra, pressing her tighter against the
desk, his clothing sticking to his skin, shudders still racking his body. He
couldn’t catch his breath and his throat felt raw from gasping and groaning.
After a few moments, he braced his arms on either side of Audra’s narrow
shoulders, taking some of his weight off her, but that was about as considerate
as he could get at the moment. All he wanted to do was crawl in bed and sleep.
Maybe make use of the sofa in his office, but his wife wouldn’t like that.

The reminder that his family was upstairs, probably waiting
for him while he was still inside Audra, made him groan in frustration this
time.

“You need to go,” he said in a hoarse voice.

He forced his body to move, certain his legs wouldn’t hold
him. He hadn’t come that hard since he was a teenager and first found out what
his dick was good for. Pushing away from her, he locked his knees and stuffed
his limp cock back in his pants. He stank of sex, wasn’t even sure he could
drag his ass upstairs, but he had a responsibility and he wasn’t going to
listen to Sarah bitch at him for not doing as he’d promised, especially
considering what he’d been doing instead of being a good dad.

“Make sure no one sees you,” he told the
still-panting-and-shivering woman. “And don’t do this again.”

Audra straightened from the desk, moving slowly and stiffly.
She took a few seconds before she turned to him, her makeup smeared around her
eyes and mouth, her hair a wild tangle, a strand of light hair showing along
her forehead. Her body was dotted with little marks from what they’d done, a
bite on her tit, bruises where he’d dug his fingers into her hips. She looked
as though she’d been ridden hard and put away wet. Considering his cum was
working its way out of her ass, that seemed like a fair statement.

And the most amazing part of it all was she didn’t seem the
least bit upset about his treatment of her. She tugged the tie from her mouth,
letting it drape around her neck, her eyes heavy lidded and sated.

“That was incredible,” she purred, stroking his chest
through his suit as she walked by on her way to the door. “You were an animal.”

His ears burned a little at the reminder of his loss of
control, but she sounded so satisfied and impressed, he couldn’t help the surge
of pride when she moved with less than her usual grace. She bent over at the
waist to pick up her coat, giving him a perfect view of her flushed pussy and
reddened ass. His dick twitched with remembered pleasure. Considering how
powerfully he’d just climaxed he should have been good for another two days,
but then again, Audra was better than Viagra.

She slid into her coat, tying the sash before she opened the
door, peering out. The glance she shot back at him was full of dark promise.
She blew him a kiss and winked. “I’ll see you again soon, baby.”

And then she was gone, the door closing softly behind her,
her promise echoing around his office. At least he hoped it was a promise and
not a threat. He strained his ears, but he couldn’t hear her as she slipped
away as silently as she’d arrived. Dean shook his head in amazement, stunned
she’d managed to get in and out of his office wearing that getup without being
seen. He cleaned up the mess she’d made of his papers, putting everything in
place before he went to bathe himself in the bathroom sink.

Two hours later, after he’d told his sons their nighttime
story, checked closets for monsters and gotten another glass of water for his
youngest, he entered the master suite to see Sarah already under the covers. He
stripped down to the skin and slid into a pair of boxers before joining her.
The instant his head hit the pillow, she turned toward him, cuddling up close.

Dean closed his eyes with a sigh, reliving some of his
favorite moments of the night as he drifted to sleep with the scent of Sarah
filling the air around him.

Becky

“I’ll be home soon,” Dean promised as he took the turn down
the quiet country road leading to his house.

“I’m so glad,” Sarah said in response, her voice warm and
happy. “I’ve missed you this week.”

Since he’d been in business-meeting hell for a full five
days, Dean could understand her relief at having him home because he felt it as
well. “Same here.”

“My mom’s watching the boys this weekend,” she said, letting
the words hang between them, deep with expectation.

Blood pooled in his groin because that was code for one hell
of a wild night. Or in this case, a whole weekend. “I can’t wait.” He even
depressed the accelerator to pick up speed, his sedan responding with a
satisfying purr. “I’ll be there soon.”

She let out a chuckle that sent a shiver down his spine and
made his cock harden even more. “I’ll be waiting.”

Sarah disconnected the call with another tinkling laugh.
Dean swore as his body heated up. Being separated from her for five days had
been hell. He maneuvered the powerful car around a curve and slowed at the
sight of another car on the shoulder up ahead. They didn’t have a lot of
neighbors, but the few they did have drove work trucks and big SUVs. The sporty
little car perched on the side of the road was incongruous in this farming
community. Hell, Dean still got strange looks driving his foreign car and he’d
lived here for five years.

A woman rounded the front of the car, mile-long legs
displayed by a short plaid skirt. She looked as out of place as her car and
when she bent over the fender to peer under her hood, Dean nearly drove off the
road. She wasn’t wearing panties, or if she was they were nothing more than a
thong because all he could see was gloriously round, firm ass cheeks.

His foot slid off the accelerator, the car losing speed
until he coasted to a stop next to her. She straightened, her round cheeks disappearing
once more beneath the material of her skirt, and turned to face him. Long,
blonde hair spilled over pale shoulders bared by her top. The stretchy material
advertised her braless state as the sharp points of her nipples pressed against
the fabric like little berries. Wide blue eyes watched him with interest, her
lips coated with pale-pink lipstick. She looked young and firm and made him
feel like a complete pervert for wanting to dive beneath her skirt.

He rolled down the passenger window, his breath catching as
she bent over to rest her arms on the door, offering him a view of her deep,
shadowy cleavage. Dean cleared his throat and shifted his legs to hide his
erection. “Do you need some help?”

The woman’s lips quirked into a sly smile as she looked him
over. “You don’t recognize me, Mr. McKnight? I’m Becky Shaffer. My dad lives a
couple of miles from you.”

He had no idea who she was talking about, but he nodded
anyway. “Sure, I remember you, Becky.” He put the car in park and hit the
hazard lights. “You want me to take a look at your car?” He wouldn’t mind
taking a look at other things, but figured a gorgeous young thing like her had
no interest in someone at least fifteen years older.

To his surprise she straightened and opened the passenger
door, sliding onto the passenger seat, which gave a soft sigh. “Could you give
me a ride to my dad’s? I’ll have him pick up the car later.”

Dean stared down at the toned thighs next to him, her skirt
having ridden up until it barely covered her pussy. His mouth watered for a
taste and it took everything he had not to reach over and drag her across the
console.

“Sure,” he said in a rough voice. If he didn’t take his eyes
away from her legs, he’d be steering with his dick and wouldn’t this precious
girl’s daddy like that? He turned to face the dash and stared at the steering
wheel, trying to remember how to drive. He shook his head, reaching for the
gearshift and putting the car in drive. “Ah, how have you been?”

Becky shifted on the seat, tucking one leg beneath her as
she faced him, that damn skirt lifting to show off the pretty bow at the front
of her white lacy thong. “You don’t remember me, huh?” she asked instead of
answering his question. Dean opened his mouth to protest, but she stopped him
by reaching over to touch his knee. “It’s okay. I haven’t been home in a while,
but I remember you.”

Was the car even moving? He couldn’t tell because all of his
attention was focused on that small hand on his leg, sliding up his thigh,
getting closer and closer to his waiting cock. “I used to watch you leave for
work every day and wish I was sitting right here, right where I am right now,
doing this…” Her hand traced his cock through the material of his slacks and
stroked. She let out a little sigh and scooted closer to him. “I knew you’d be
big and hard like this.”

Sweat gathered around his hairline as arousal warred with
nervousness. He grabbed her hand, not removing it from his cock, but not
pressing it closer either. “Becky…” He wasn’t sure what to say. He’d be lying
if he said he didn’t want her.

She leaned over the console, bringing with her the musky
scent of warm, aroused woman and vanilla. Her breath tickled the hairs on his
neck as she nibbled on his ear. “I’m over eighteen, I’m on the Pill and I want
you to fuck me. Do you really need to know anything else?”

Dean pulled the car down one of the many trails that cut
through the woods leading to his house. They were used during hunting season
and for hikers, but this afternoon it would be his little fuck nest.

He’d no sooner parked the car than Becky had his pants
unzipped and her hand delving beneath his boxers for his cock. Dean wasn’t much
better, reaching for her with rough hands. She stroked his dick, twisting when
she reached the sensitive crown, lubricating her palm with the pre-cum beading
the tip. Freeing him from his pants and boxers, she leaned over and engulfed
the head with her mouth.

“Fuck!” Dean bucked his hips, trying to ram more of his dick
down her throat, wanting to fuck it the way he had Audra’s, but the positioning
was too awkward. Instead, he reached beneath her to fill his hands with her
heavy tits, pinching and rolling her nipples as she swallowed as much of his
cock as she could. “Fuck yeah, baby,” he panted, gripping the back of her neck.
“Take me all the way.”

Muscles in her throat convulsed around the crown of his dick
as she strove to take as much of him as she could, gagging slightly. Saliva
pooled around the base of his cock, soaking his pants. It felt so fucking good
he held her down a little longer than he would’ve done with Audra, releasing
her only when she made a protest in the back of her throat.

She came up gasping for breath, her eyes watery, her lips
swollen. But she didn’t miss a beat, using her saliva to pump her hand on his
cock. Dean’s hands wandered down her body, the soaked lace of her thong drawing
his attention. He toyed with the fabric, stroking his fingertips over the plump
lips of her pussy through the material. He scratched his fingernail over her
clit, drawing a whimper from her and a buck of her hips. More of her juices
saturated the fabric, something he found out as she ground her pussy against
him.

“Please,” she moaned, her hand tightening around his dick,
pumping a little faster.

Unable to resist finding out just how tight her cunt was,
Dean hooked a finger in the flimsy fabric protecting her pussy and ripped it
away. Becky gave a little cry that quickly turned into a moan when his fingers
delved into her slick pussy. Tight muscles clamped around him. Her clit was
already swollen and firm by the time he brushed his thumb over it. She was
every man’s dream, a young, corruptible woman with a body made for fucking and
she was currently riding his hand like a pro.

Her mouth latched on to his throat, sucking and licking as
she pumped her hand on his cock, her other hand tugging at his clothes. There
was an urgent hunger to the way she went at him, setting his blood on fire.
Dean reached down and eased his seat away from the steering wheel, giving them
more room to play as he breached her cunt with two, then three fingers, fucking
her hard and fast, wishing they were his cock.

Becky moaned against his neck, humping his palm, her grip
tightening on his dick as she maneuvered herself closer to him, sliding half
her body over the console. The musk from her soaking-wet pussy filled the car,
mingling with the scent of fine leather. She bit his neck, a sharp little nip
that caused his dick to jerk in her hand. If he didn’t take control of this,
he’d come before he found out what it felt like to fuck this woman.

Sucking in a deep breath for control, he pulled her hand
away from his cock and slid his fingers out of the tight clutch of her pussy.
She whimpered, lifting her head from his neck. Her face was flushed, her eyes
dilated and glassy. She didn’t look so innocent now. She looked debauched and
if he had his way, she’d look completely corrupted by the time he was finished
with her.

He held his soaked fingers up and to his surprised shock,
she took his hand in hers and lapped her juices from his skin. She didn’t miss
a single drop, sucking his fingers into her mouth one by one. Dean almost came
as her raspy tongue cleaned his hand, her blue eyes staring straight at him.
His heart thundered in his chest, the tingling at the base of his spine growing
stronger the more he watched her enjoy her own flavor.

She suckled his thumb, the pull of her mouth making his
balls ache. She released him with a soft pop. “Will you fuck me now, Mr.
McKnight?” she asked in a breathy voice.

Dean patted his lap, feeling like a dirty old man with this
fresh-faced beauty. “Anything you want, Becky.”

The slow, dangerous smile she gave him had Dean worrying he
might have just bitten off more than he could chew, but he knew damn well it
would be worth it. She climbed over the console, slinging one long leg over his
body to wedge it between his hip and the door while the other snuggled in close
between his other hip and the console. Her skirt fell down to cover her pussy,
but before he could reach for it, she tucked the hem into the waistband, giving
him a perfect view of the spread lips of her cunt.

“Lower your seat,” she ordered as she grasped his cock in
her hand.

Dean did as he was told, tilting his seat back and giving
her more room to work with and himself a better position to watch as she rode
his cock. Even as he thought it, she guided the fat head of his dick to the
snug entrance of her glistening pussy. The instant his crown met the silky skin
of her cunt, he gripped her hips and bucked up to meet her, too impatient to go
slowly. Sweat trickled down the sides of his face as she wiggled to get him
inside her, the tight fist of her pussy fighting to accommodate the thickness
of his cock.

She slid down his dick, the muscles of her body rippling
around his shaft as she took all of him inside her. It was amazing and
torturous and so fucking good, he didn’t care if she had an orgasm or not. He
needed to come in that sweet, snug cunt.

Gripping her hips in his hands, he held her steady and began
to thrust. Becky leaned over him, resting her hands on his shoulders, grinding
down with his every stroke, little gasping cries echoing around the interior of
the car. The sucking pull of her pussy on his cock, the friction of her inner
walls sliding along his shaft, flexing around him was too much for him to take.

His hands slid up to grab her waist, pulling her down as he
fucked her hard and fast, pumping his dick into her, his heart pounding as
though it would explode. The seat squeaked from their combined weight, the
rocking, writhing motions of their bodies had to be making the car bounce, but
Dean found he didn’t care if they wore out his shocks. The need to come inside
the tight clutch of her body overrode everything else. Squinting through
pleasure-slitted eyes, he watched her flushed face go slack, her lips parting
as she tried to catch her breath.

With the first ripple of her inner muscles his eyes slammed
closed again as the tingle at the base of his spine shot to the top of his
skull before racing back to settle in his balls. He pumped up, using every
ounce of strength he had to slam into her. She let out a whimper and her pussy
gave another slow clench. Dean lost it, pounding up into her, bouncing her on
his cock. He swore it seemed to grow bigger with his impending orgasm.

“Mr. McKnight,” she cried out breathlessly. “Oh god!”

He came like a geyser, shooting his load deep inside the
snug, young pussy of the woman sobbing above him as her muscles clamped around
him, milking his spunk from his cock. Dean groaned loudly as his climax was
pulled from him with every shudder that spilled even more cum into her waiting
body.

When he had nothing left, when she’d wrung him dry, he
slumped back, her slight weight pinning him to the seat. He didn’t care. A
crowd of reporters could have been standing around the car recording every
thrust, every grunt and every bead of sweat he’d shed and he wouldn’t have
cared. Becky was nearly as devastating as Audra.

She stirred above him, her pussy giving another ripple
around his overly sensitive dick, making him wince. She lifted her head from
his chest, blue eyes glassy from passion and her skin dewy.

“I missed you,” she whispered.

Dean managed to lift his arms and wrap them around her
shivering body. “I missed you too.”

This wasn’t the first time they’d met and it wouldn’t be the
last. Dean was unable to resist Becky, the hungry angel waiting to be
corrupted. Or the way she was tonight, the fallen angel who wanted to corrupt
him. The soaked material of his slacks bore the evidence of how well they’d
corrupted each other today. Unfortunately there was no way he could get it up
again so quickly. Not after how well she’d used him.

“When will I see you again?” he asked as he stroked his
hands over her smooth ass. “There’s still a lot I wanted to show you.”