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“And you’re mine,” Moira managed back, deftly unbuttoning his shirt all the way to reveal his tight abs. “Now you’d better pull over,” she warned him, getting up on her knees to face him. Moira knew exactly what she was going to do next. She was going to impale herself on his masterful cock, and she wanted no distractions that would take away from Welk’s pleasure.

Luckily, the road to his house was an isolated one, and knowing that the only likely visitors—Welk’s sister and Sabira—wouldn’t be back tonight, the chances of anybody coming along, was nil.

Whether they ended up fully off the road when Welker put the car in park, Moira didn’t know, and she didn’t care. She was too busy straddling him, positioning her wetness over the engorged tip of him.

“Condom,” Welk ground out.

“Pill,” she countered feverishly. “And the department’s latest tests say I’m clean.”

“Me, too,” he managed, but that’s all she let him get out before she slowly lowered herself down onto his shaft.

They groaned in tandem.

“So tight,” Welker moaned.

That wasn’t all because of her.

“So big,” she amended, working his thickness in carefully; moving up a fraction of an inch before sinking down to gain more ground. It took a while, but when she was finally seated, pubic-bone to pubic-bone, she paused, just…feeling.

“So fine, Welk,” she allowed, the seductive voice emerging from between her lips not sounding at all like her own.

“You…okay?” he asked through gritted teeth, holding himself still.

Moira purred, giving a slight wiggle to settle more fully around him. “I am,” she assured him.

“Good. Because now it’s my turn. I’m taking us to the next level.”

He grabbed her hips in both hands, drawing her up only to slam her back down.

Moira screamed in ecstasy.

This is what she’d been missing; this…being taken.

Welker was letting her know who was in charge.

His confidence as he drove into her again and again was almost arrogant, but Moira reveled in his mastery. She knew he had vastly more experience than her, so she trusted him to get them where they needed to go.

Welker leaned forward, meshing their mouths together in a deep, growly kiss, while at the same time, one hand left her hip, snaked between them, and found her clit, exerting exquisite pressure on her needy nub.

“Oh!” Moira exclaimed, her libido spiraling instantly out of control as she gasped and groaned.

If things had been fantastic before he introduced his hand, they were currently bordering on cataclysmic.

Welker drew his head back and gruffed. “Come for me, Moira. Come on my cock.”

She couldn’t stop herself if she tried.

The stars he’d demanded were getting closer…closer.

Moira buried her face in the side of Welker’s neck, opened her mouth, and bit him as she came, harder than she’d ever known was possible.

Welker yelled and followed close behind, giving one final thrust of his hips before he groaned out his completion, emptying into her, bathing her inside with the warmth of his release.

Wow.

They sat there, smooshed together, panting, slowly coming down off their epic orgasms; her head resting on his pecs as his skin cooled and his breathing slowed.

A few syllables escaped him. “That was…”

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