Page 40 of Bad Reputation

At the same time, she reaches down between us, feeling the outline of my cock through my pants.

Fuck. It’s hard to think, hard to speak. Especially when she pleads so sweetly for me to fuck her.

Emma pulls the keys for the Range Rover and unlocks the car. She puts her feet down and wriggles a little bit to try to pull on the door handle.

“Uh uh,” I say, my eyes burning into hers. I step back, leaving her looking at me with a note of shock on her face. She thinks I’m turning down sex, which is almost funny. “If you need it as badly as you say, get your ass in the back and fold the seats down. I need room to work.”

Her eyes widen a bit, but she hurries around to the very back of the car, opening the gate. I don’t give her any space or time. I’m right on her heels, watching her as she puts the seats down.

As soon as she makes the back seat flat, I give her a little push.“Get inside,” I order.

I get immense pleasure out of watching her miles of fantastic legs and ass as she scurries into the back of the Range Rover. I climb in the back, pulling down the gate behind me.

It’s still a little crowded, being that I’m almost six and a half feet tall. But when she gets herself turned around, biting her lip and looking up at me, I suddenly feel that same urgency as I felt earlier.

And when Emma starts to undress, pulling her shirt up over her head, that urgency takes over. I pull my shirt off too, lying down.

“Get your panties off,” I growl. “I want you to ride me, right fucking now.”

She looks at me with those wide, innocent eyes and starts to unzip her skirt.

“No. Leave it on,” I tell her. “And take the panties off. Don’t make me tell you again.”

I unzip my own pants as she shimmies her panties down her legs, kicking them off with her shoes. I hook my thumbs into the waistband of my boxer briefs, shoving them and my pants down to the middle of my thighs.

My cock springs free, long and thick, the tip of it already slick with precum. Emma’s hand is on my cock instantly, her fist closing around it.

Fuck, that feels so good.

It’s been so long since I felt her little fist gripping my dick that I close my eyes when she touches me. She gives me a few experimental strokes, testing the waters. But when I see her head going down to my cock, I have to stop her.

“No, not now,” I grit out, guiding her face up to mine. “I don’t want to blow my load in your mouth. I want your pussy, and I want it right now.”

She straddles me, breathing a little bit faster. I force her head down and kiss her, even as I lift my hips up. My cock touches her warm inner thigh. I close my eyes for the briefest moment, distracting myself with the names of gin brands.

Genever, Bombay, Tanqueray, Beefeater, Citadelle, Aviation, Hendrick’s, Seagrams…

I open my eyes, realizing that I should’ve definitely jacked off in the last couple days. Or maybe been with a girl that was less hot than Emma, who was straight up bombshell.

I kiss her, pressing her ass down so that her knees widen.

“You’re going to have to ride slow,” I warn. “I’m so fucking hot for you right now, I can barely see straight.”

She gives me a wicked grin. “Is that right?”

I just grunt, pressing her down again. I use my free hand to stand my cock straight up, groaning when the blunt tip touches her pussy lips. They are already dripping with moisture.

Emma’s been waiting for me, it seems.

She sinks down on my dick, her expression enraptured. I have to close my eyes and list whiskey brands while she stretches to take all of me.

“Fuck!” I mutter. “God damn, you’re so tight, baby. So wet. So perfect.”

When she finally takes all of my cock, I pull her down for a long, slow kiss.

“Are you ready?” she asks, already breathless.

To answer her question, I move my hips upward. She cries out, but she doesn’t stop. No, she keeps going, her actions growing frenzied. Her pussy grips my cock as she rides me.

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