Page 274 of S is for SEX

Ryan’s grasp of her neck prevented her from speaking any further. As he choked her tightly, his cock began to swell inside of her. Each upward thrust of his hips caused Ami to groan and grunt. As her eyes bulged and stared straight ahead, he felt himself reach climax.

He released her neck. She coughed and gasped for air.

As Ryan exhaled a loud moan, Ami’s vagina clamped down on the shaft of his cock. Gasping for breath, she opened her eyes wide and screamed. As she shouted, the head of Ryan’s dick pulsed, filling Ami with his warm cum.

“Holy fuck. Now that’s an orgasm. Jesus fucking Christ. Don’t you dare move,” Ami shouted as she sat still on Ryan’s lap.

Ryan wiggled his hips.

She swung her right hand quickly and with great precision.

Whack!

“I said don’t move. Don’t make me slap your pretty face again,” Ami barked.

“You bitch. What did I tell you about slapping me?” Ryan growled as he wiped his hand across his face.

“Sexy bitch. And what did I tell you about moving?” Ami asked.

“Fair enough,” Ryan said as he wiggled his lower jaw. “Sexy bitch.”

“Okay. You about ready?” Ami asked.

Ryan nodded.

Ami rose up from Ryan’s lap and slid over the console to the passenger seat. As soon as she sat down, she leaned over the console and wrapped her lips around Ryan’s cock, licking it clean of all of the juices from their haphazard parking lot sex.

Ami laughed as she pointed to Ryan’s shorts that rested mid-thigh. “Okay, I cleaned up my mess, pull ‘em up.”

As Ryan pulled up his shorts, Ami raised the strap of her purse over her shoulder and opened the door. She stepped out into the parking lot and surveyed the area for onlookers.

Ryan opened his door and hesitated before he got out of the Jeep.

“Same as last time?” Ryan asked.

Ami stepped around the rear of the Jeep. “Yeah, I mean. Well, yeah.”

Ryan grinned and adjusted his shorts. “I love you, baby.”

She leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. “I love you.”

The taste of his own cum on his tongue caused him to grin beneath the kiss.

“To the depths of hell,” Ami whispered as she broke the kiss.

“To the depths of hell,” Ryan repeated.

Ami turned toward the front door. “Well, here we go.”

As they walked toward the front door, they held hands and smiled. As Ryan opened the door for Ami to enter, she quickly scanned the store for cameras, seeing none. She rolled her eyes and shook her head sharply as she stepped through the threshold of the door, signifying there were no visible cameras.

Once in the store, Ami followed Ryan toward the refrigerated beverage cooler. As he walked in front of the cooler and studied the reflection in the glass, Ami reached both hands into her purse and removed two guns. Ryan raised his index finger, indicating there was only one employee.

As she handed Ryan one of the guns, she winked.

“To the depths of hell,” Ryan whispered.

Ami turned to face the cash register. Hiding the pistol beside her leg, she stepped down the aisle, whistling as she walked.

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