Page 4 of Brage & Dinah

"Yes." She flipped her hair.

The long strands caressed his arm. He let go of her hip and used both hands on her breasts, straightening her body, balancing her in front of him. Taking her nipples between his thumbs and fingers, he tugged lightly and thrust his cock in her pussy from behind.

Thankful for her long legs, he moved in and out, over and over.

She raised her arms and reaching behind her, grabbed his hair with both hands. He rocked to his toes. Her pussy squeezed down on him, and her body stiffened.

His balls lifted and all the blood in his body centered around his cock, pulsating fast.

"God, yes." Dinah moaned out her release.

He wrapped his arm around her waist and held her back to his chest while he grabbed on to the hood of the Jeep, keeping them both on their feet. And, came hard.

Exhaling harshly, he closed his eyes, shaking the high off him. Dinah stepped forward, slipping from his cock, and tugged her skirt down. He pulled the condom off his dick. The night caught up with him.

He pulled his jeans up and spotted a garbage can behind him next to the building. Throwing away the condom, he buckled his belt and turned around to see how Dinah was doing, and the door of the Jeep closed, headlights came on, and the engine revved to life.

Standing in front of her vehicle, he could only watch her back out of the parking spot and squeal her tires in her hurry to leave.

"Well, fuck," he muttered.

She'd ditched him.

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