Page 3 of Brage & Dinah

Dinah pulled at his beard, trying to get closer. He growled, dipping his knees and stroked her pussy with the front of his jeans. The added torment only had him wanting to undo his belt and allow himself room to show her his full size.

He worked his fingers in her hair, fisted the strands, and pulled her mouth off him. "I want to fuck."

She glanced out at the street, then toward the building. He took the decision out of her hands and moved her to the front of the vehicle. If she needed privacy, he could make it impossible for her to see if anyone was looking.

It wouldn't take long. He was good to go.

Slipping his hands up inside the short skirt she wore, he searched for the strip of material covering her pussy and came up empty. He looked into her eyes as dawning came through his fogged arousal.

She wasn't wearing any panties.

He removed his hand from her body and undid his belt. She slid her hands up and held his face, taking advantage of his distraction trying to get his cock out of his jeans, and kissing him deeper.

Caught up in what she could do with her tongue in his mouth, he hooked her around the waist and tugged her against him, grinding his hardness between them.

She jerked her head back. "Condom?"

"Pocket." He caught her mouth again, needing more.

Nothing stopped her—not his mouth, not his cock bared against her stomach, not his size, or pressing her against the Jeep as traffic flowed on the street behind her. She dove her hand into the front pocket of his jeans and searched for protection. He groaned as her fingers skimmed his enlarged dick.

"I got it," she mumbled against his lips.

He blindly reached for her hand, found the condom, and pulled away from her, hurrying to coat himself.

Dinah's heavy breathing as she remained leaning against the vehicle left his cock pulsating under his fingers. He looked up. Her arousal stared at him underneath heavily lidded eyes.

Once the condom was on, he moved back toward her and cupped her breast underneath her halter, setting it free. Even in the darkness, her nipple stood out for attention. Taking her breast in his mouth, he tongued the hard bead, drawing it deeper into his mouth.

She shuddered on a moan. That feminine sound excited him.

He pulled his mouth off her and turned her around.

"Hold on to the bumper." He held on to her hips as she leaned her upper body over and widened her stance.

Dipping his finger between her legs, he spread her wetness. His balls tightening at the smooth silkiness. For a second, he regretted not taking her at the clubhouse. There would've been an empty bedroom upstairs. He could've taken his time, discovered exactly how she wanted to be touched, and taken his fill of her.

He lined up his cock at her pussy. His toes curled in his boots. He wanted to nail her and take what he knew would be the most pleasure he'd had in days, but he slid into her slowly.

Dinah's head came up, and a low mewl escaped her. "Hard. Faster."

His chest expanded. He'd picked a winner. A woman after his own heart.

He grabbed her hips and plunged into her. Getting a taste of her tight pussy grabbing his dick, he withdrew, keeping the head of his cock inside her, and slammed back in.

Dinah came up on her toes. Her ass tightened.

Urged on, he pounded inside of her as if he was on a personal mission to bring her to climax.

Sweat dotted his forehead. His erratic movements fighting against his need to unload inside of her.

He leaned over, grinding while inside of her, and reached around her and cupped her breast. "Sweet piece."

She bucked underneath him. He held her in place, his strokes shorter, faster as her breast bobbed in the palm of his hand.

Her knees weakened, and her body dipped. The muscles at the back of his legs constricted as he held her up.

In her ear, he whispered, "I got you."

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