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Her breath quickens, "Where can we go? You have kids at home,
and I have a roommate?”

“My place.  Don’t worry about the kids. They’ll be asleep. And it
looks like Jax has Alex occupied having a pretty damn good time. Make up a work
emergency, and I'll meet you outside soon."

She nods and I follow her back to our table. She's playing it
cool, but she's anxious to get out of here. Jax and Alex are still on the dance
floor, and the other guys are hitting on girls at the bar. I hand her my keys.
“I drove my Camaro. Go on out there, and I’ll tell Alex you went to take a
call.  You text her and tell her you had to get a taxi to go to the office for
a work emergency.  I’ll meet you out there as soon as I can.”

She grabs her purse and coat and slips out of the bar. After a
good five or more minutes, just as I’m ready to go out of my mind, Alex and Jax
walk back to the table. "Where's Brooke?"

I lift my shoulders, "Something about a client.” I’m not
lying with that answer. "Said she'd text you or something.  She seemed in
a hurry.” Again, not a lie.

Jax knows I'm lying, but stays my wingman and nibbles on her ear,
"Don't worry, Alex, I'll take ya home."

She grins and then looks at me, "Are you sure she's
okay?"

I nod, "Yeah, shit is always coming up with her like this I'm
sure."

"Yeah, she's constantly being called away for work."

There we go, she buys it. Jax pulls her in for a long kiss, so
when they break apart, I stand and throw some money on the table. “Okay, you
two.  I’m out of here.  I have kids at home to check on. Have a good New
Year.”  I feel victory when both of them barely acknowledge me.  With as much
control as I can muster, I stroll through the exit before breaking out into a
jog toward my car.  I open the driver’s side and notice Brooke in the seat. 
“You ready?”

“Yeah,” she motions toward the passenger side with her head. “Get
in, I’m driving.”

“Uh, Brooke…” I begin.

She shakes her head at me. “Nope, if this is going to be my only
night of ‘bad Brooke’ then I’m taking full advantage and driving this car. So,
if you want me to go home with you, I suggest you get in.” She gives my ride a
little gas and bites that goddamn lip.

How can I say no to her?

I waste not one fucking second getting around the car and into the
passenger seat. Brooke puts in gear, and we are off. Fast. Now, I need to take
the time here and tell you, just so you’ll understand, that no girl, ever, has
driven a car of mine. That is a no, no. I love my cars.  I don’t own one
vehicle, motorcycle included, that’s under 90,000 dollars. And you can call me
a chauvinistic jerk, but I’ve never believed a woman can handle a hot rod like
a man. However, at this moment with visions of Brooke’s tight little body writhing
beneath mine and later riding my cock, I don’t give two shits that she’s
driving like she’s in second place in a NASCAR race and has every intention of
being the one to take the checkered flag. All that means to me is that she’s hopefully
as anxious to get to my house as I am. So, not a problem that she’s driving
with no regard for speed limits or any other law of the road for that matter.

We’re both quiet on the drive, and the silence only increases the
sexual tension that’s almost palpable between us. When we turn on my street, I
break the silence. “We’re just Dylan and Brooke tonight."

She pulls into the drive, and I hit the button to open the garage
door which she pulls into smoothly.  After she puts the car in park, I lean over
and give her a deep kiss before pulling away.  I reach for the keys and turn
off the rumbling engine. “Stand in front of the Runner.  Everything off except
those boots,” I order.  Her eyes widen, but she obeys.

Hell yeah.

I watch her cross slowly in front of me to stop in front of that
fucking car that’s been haunting me for a week, ever since the last time I had
her in her and across the hood.  Tonight, we’re finishing this fantasy.  I
reach into the glove box and grab several condoms. Probably ambitious on my
part, but oh. The fuck. Well. Not wrapping my shit up before sex is never going
to be an option.

I watch as Brooke runs her palms lightly across the perfect paint
job, the very color she said she would paint a Roadrunner if she could own
one.  She looks over to where I’m still sitting inside the Camaro and smiles
innocently at me.  She reaches up and pulls the top of the dress off her
shoulders, and it pools to hang at her waist.  She never takes her eyes off
mine while she pushes it further still until it falls to her ankles.  I have
absolutely no idea what to concentrate on more; that sexy as fuck look she’s
giving me or those perfect tits that are the perfect size for my hands.
Anticipation zings through me imagining peeling off the useless piece of lace
covering her pussy with my teeth. One thing’s for damn sure, Brooke is the
whole fucking package, and tonight she’s my package. 
Time to open her up.

I slowly open the door and exit the car. I watch her move her hands
to the smallest G-string I’ve ever seen on a woman. “Leave them.” My voice is
low and domineering.  She still holds my gaze.   Her bare breasts heave as her
breathing accelerates causing them to bounce just slightly on every exhale. She
reaches out again and braces her hands on the hood of the car, and looks so
goddamn sexy.

Fuck me, I’m not going to last once I’m inside her.

I reach out and slide my index finger from the back of her hand
all the way up her arm as I slide in behind her, touching my front to her naked
back. She starts to turn, but I stop her by placing my hands firmly on her both
sides of her waist and pressing into her back. “Dylan,” she sighs.  Her body
shivers, but I’m not worried about her being cold.  The garage is heated, so I
know that shiver is all anticipation and desire.

I press my lips to the top of her head.  “Shhh. Don’t speak. Just
feel me right now. Feel everything I’m about to do to you. But when I make you
come, I want you to scream my name.” I slide both hands up her sides and around
to palm each breast. They’re a perfect fit. I feel her nipples harden, and she
groans as I take them between my thumbs and forefingers and stretch them. “I
remember vividly how sweet your tits tasted.  Do you want me to taste them
again, Brooke?”

“God, yes,” she sighs leaning her head back to my shoulder.

I lower my head to her shoulder and nip enough to cause a little
pain but for it to still feel pleasurable. She hisses. I could get off on her
reactions alone.  I release her breasts and smooth my hands down her flat
belly.  I don’t miss how smooth and soft her skin is. I skim the top of the
scrap of white lace that’s sitting low on her belly. “How much do you like
these,” I ask.

“I don’t. Take them off,” she breathes out.

“Not a problem,” I say and hook
my
fingers in the sides and pull, ruining them, but effectively removing them from
my immediate future. Stepping back I look at Brooke’s back and take in her
glorious ass. 
Have to touch
. Reaching out, I cup the firm cheeks. If it
weren't for the fact that I knew this is my only night with Brooke, I wouldn’t
even be considering all the things I want to do to her.  But this is it.  I get
this one night to make every fantasy I’ve had about Brooke come true.
Okay,
maybe not everyone, but I’m going to hit as many as possible.
Starting
with, “Has anyone ever spanked your ass, Brooke?”

“No.”

“Do you want me to? I want to mark your perfect ass with my hand,
so tell me.” I order.

“Yes, Dylan. Do it….”

I push her forward toward the car again, letting her brace
herself. This isn’t normally my play, but I want my hand print on her. I want
her to feel it tomorrow, to remember this night tomorrow, and hopefully the
next day too.  I rub her right ass cheek before slapping it firmly.  Just like
I imagined, a nice pink hand print,
my
hand print, appears. Her
accompanying gasp and moan nearly drop me. It goes without saying that I’ve
been hard since I spotted Brooke at the bar, because well, I’m me, and she’s
Brooke, and all I have to do is think about her and get hard.  Right now,
seeing my handy work on her white skin, I can honestly say that my cock is
harder than it has ever been in my life, even when I was an out of control
horny teenager, I don’t think I’ve been this fucking hard. Jesus Christ, I’m
not going to make it much longer.  This isn’t going to be a sweet and gentle
fuck. If I’m lucky and get a second time tonight, I’ll do my best to
accommodate and give her slow and sweet, but right now, no.

“You like that?” I ask sliding my right hand around her and
slipping between the folds of her pussy. Her tight little pussy is soaking.  

“Yes, please, Dylan.”

“Please what, baby?” My fingers move to her clit, and I give it a
small pinch. She gets even wetter around my hand, and I slide two fingers
toward her opening, but she’s too tight, so I go in with one to start
stretching her to take me.  “You’re so fucking tight, Brooke. You’re going to
strangle the shit out of my cock.” I slip another finger in to give her a
little more stretch because I don’t want to hurt her, but I’m getting too worked
up teasing her to hold back much longer.

She starts rotating against my hand as I move my fingers inside
her while keeping my thumb pressed to her clit.  I can tell she’s not going to
last much longer, and I want to give her as many orgasms as I can tonight.
“Brooke, I’m fixing to turn you around and fuck you so deep and hard you’ll
feel me in your throat, but first I want you to come on my hand.” I feel her
pussy clamp down on my fingers, and smile.  “You’re close aren’t you, baby.”

“Yes, Dylan.  Please….I want to touch you.”

“You will,” I promise.  “But first, I need you to come.  My hand
moves from her ass back to her breast, and I squeeze her nipple firmly while
increasing the thrust of my fingers and the pressure of my thumb on her clit.
Finally, when I think we’ve both have had enough, I bite down on her neck. She
fucking quakes in my hand with a string of short screams and a long low keening
moan.  I continue to stroke her through her orgasm, bringing her down gently,
because I’m fixing to turn her and go in hard. 

When I have her facing me again, I encircle her and finally kiss
her.  Long, slow, deep, and wet. Most of all, it’s entirely hot, and she
answers each stroke of my tongue with her own.  She brings her hands up to the
back of my head, running her hands through the hair on my neck, before bringing
them to the front of my shirt.  Then my little Brooke shocks the shit out of me
when she takes each lapel where I left some buttons undone and then rips. The
sounds of the buttons pinging off cars, walls, and the floor are the only
noises just before the sounds of our heavy breathing pick up.  She spreads her
hands down my stomach, smoothing over my abs, before hooking the button at the
top of my 501s which she subjects to the same treatment as my shirt.  They give
easily though staying intact, and she wastes no time in pushing them down, and
then she bends at the waist trailing her lips and tongue over my abdomen.  When
my jeans hit the floor, and her mouth hits my groin, I have to take control
before I lose what’s left, and all this ends way to fucking soon.

I grip her under her arms and pull her back to stand in front of
me. When our mouths collide for another soul rendering kiss, I lean her back on
top of
her
car. I reach out and snag a condom of the hood of the car
where I had dropped them.  Brooke is leaning back on the car again watching
every move I make with hooded eyes, inviting me.  I roll on the protection with
practiced ease before pushing her further onto the hood forcing her legs to
part to accommodate my much larger frame.  She wraps her legs around the back
of mine and draws me further to her.

I place both hands on each side of her head and look into her
eyes, looking for that final permission. “Are you ready, Brooke?”

“Fuck me, Dylan.  Now.”

Without breaking eye contact, I grasp her ass and lift her up for
the perfect position to enter her.  My cock is lined up at just the right angle
to sink inside her, and I momentarily freeze because she looks so absolutely gorgeous
right here in this moment.  Then she moves her hips impatiently, and my control
snaps.  I look down at her glistening pussy, wet from the excitement that
I
have caused her, and begin easing my way inside.  Fuck, she’s tighter than I
expected.  As much as I want to slam inside and fuck her hard I know I need to
go slow and let her acclimate to my size.  After I get the head of my cock in,
she greedily begins to suck me further inside. Her muscles tighten around me
pulling me deeper until I completely bottom out.  I’m deep inside of her, and I
know there has to be some pain mixed in with the pleasure that’s on her face.
She clamps down around me again and rotates against me. I close my eyes and try
to keep from coming right then. My control right now is nearly nonexistent, but
I refuse to come until I get another orgasm out of her.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.  Don’t.  Move.”  She stills and stares
at me expectantly.  “Baby, this isn’t going to be gentle. I can’t be gentle
with you right now, so you need to brace yourself.” I slide back until almost
out and push back.  She squeezes down hard around me again preventing me from
pulling out all the way.