Page 50 of The Perfect Snipe

Leo's hand trails up my neck, his calloused thumb tracing the curve of my jaw before his lips crash into mine. He kisses, bites, and nibbles, devouring me with teeth and tongue. I moan into his mouth as my nails scrape his scalp, tugging at his hair. His short beard scratches my skin, igniting sparks that travel straight to my core.

He reclines his seat, then hauls me over the console and onto his lap. His erection strains against his jeans, and I grind down, as his hands explore under my blouse, tracing the lace of my bra before he pushes the cups aside and palms my bare breasts. He rolls my nipples between his fingers, pinching until they're hard peaks, and a gasp rips from my throat.

I break the kiss, my head dropping back. “Fuck, you’re making me so wet.”

He growls and thrusts up, squeezing my tits harder. “I want inside that tight pussy. Want it to milk my fucking cock dry.”

I lean forward, biting and sucking at his throat as I work his button and zipper open. He lifts his hips, pushing his jeans down to his knees, and his cock springs free, heavy and thick. Precum beads at the tip, and I swipe my thumb through it, bringing it to my mouth. I suck it clean, humming at the salty taste. “You taste like sin, Hartman.”

Leo grabs my ass, actually the material of my yoga pants, and rips them open. He yanks on the torn material again until I’m exposed, then quirks a brow. “No underwear, Hellcat?”

“Nope.”

He palms my pussy, fingers slipping inside me. “Such a wet cunt. My cock turn you on that much?”

I reach down, my fingers joining his, and together we fuck my pussy while his thumb circles my clit. Then I pull my fingers out and push them into his mouth. “Taste me.”

He sucks them clean, his tongue swirling around them as he continues to fuck me with his own. His hips surge up, hiscock sliding against my ass. He leans forward, reaching for something, and accidentally pushes me into the steering wheel. The horn blares, and we both freeze. “Shit, sorry.”

I look down trying to figure out what he’s doing, but he leans back, wallet in hand. I take it from him and pull out the condom, then remove it from its foil back. He squeezes the base of his cock as I roll the condom down his length, my fingers tracing the thick veins. “God, you’re veiny.”

“Hurry up and get on, Cat.” His voice is husky and deep.

With the condom in place, I adjust and sink down onto him, letting his dick fill and stretch me. My eyes flutter closed as I moan until he’s fully seated. Grabbing onto his shoulders, I begin to rock and swivel my hips.

Leo grips my ass, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he guides me up and down. He leans forward, capturing a nipple in his mouth, sucking and biting until I'm writhing on top of him. “Ride me, Cat. Fucking ride me hard.”

I rock faster, grinding my clit against him. Each time I come down, he thrusts up, meeting me with a force that sends waves of pleasure crashing through me.

“That’s it, Hellcat. Use my cock and make your pussy feel good.” He slaps my ass hard, then kneads the tender flesh.

He does it again and again. Each time I clench down on him, riding him faster and harder until we’re both nothing more than two wild animals savagely fucking. I’m so wet I’m dripping all over him.

“Leo . . . . fuck, fuck, fuck . . . Leo, don’t stop. Fuck me harder.”

His grip on my hips tightens, his fingertips pressing into my flesh likes he’s claiming his territory. He’s not gentle, not that I want him to be.

A few seconds later, my belly tightens as my pussy clenches one last time before I launch into one of the most powerfulorgasms of my life. He fucks me through it, dragging it out, before he starts pounding into me harder.

“That’s it, Hellcat. Milk me with that tight cunt. Make me come.”

His thrusts become erratic as he chases his own release, sweat beading on his forehead. He looks down, watching himself fuck me. “Gonna come. Oh, fuck. Now. Now!”

He pushes deep, pull me tight to him and yells as his own orgasm hits him—hard.

I collapse onto his chest, our bodies heaving as we catch our breath. The windows are fogged but at least the rain is still coming down in a torrential torrent. No way anyone would’ve been paying attention to what we just did.

Hopefully.

Leo chuckles beneath me and I gingerly sit up. “What’s so funny?”

“Can’t remember the last time I had sex in a car. I think it was back in high school.”

I shake my head. “Really?”

His eyes shoot up to mine. “You . . . do this regularly?”

“Well, not like that. But yeah. Why does it have to be something we did as kids? Possibly getting caught is half the fun.”

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