Page 342 of S is for SEX

VEE. Sometimes when people are exposed to traumatic events or circumstances, it changes them. Often the changes last a lifetime. Some people eventually adjust back to their former self, or a different version of their former self. Others, after the trauma is over, immediately revert back to who they were previously. Those people that are capable of shrugging off one of life’s tragedies without much or any effect are rare.

Meet Michael Allen Ripton.

“If they catch this on film, we’re both going to be in court. There are cameras in here,” I sighed as he picked me up by my armpits.

“I don’t give a fuck,” he mumbled, his mouth pressed firmly against my neck.

I was well beyond wet. I was absolutely soaked.

My feet well off of the surface of the parking garage, he held me suspended in the air and kissed me. As he pressed me against the car window, I moved my feet, confirming I was still unable to touch the concrete surface.

This man drives me insane.

As his lips moved from my ear, along my neck, and to my clavicle, goose bumps rose along my arms. Now focusing on my shoulder, his fingers pawed at the fabric of my jacket and the neck of my top. His teeth dug into my skin lightly, sending chills down my spine.

I pressed my knees together, and twisted my hips in agony.

Squish.

“You’re killing me, Ripp. Let’s get out of here,” I muttered as he nibbled at my shoulder.

“I can’t fucking wait, and we’re supposed to meet everyone for dinner in a few minutes,” he looked into my eyes, removed his glasses, and tossed them on the top of the car.

As I heard his glasses land on the car, he picked me up until my waist was even with his chest. Dangling in the air over the surface of the concrete below, my eyes widened with shock as he tossed me onto the top of the car.

Most people that drove a $120,000 car would have concern about being tossed onto the top of it for fear of damaging it. At this point, I really didn’t care or have an ounce of concern about the condition of my car. Right here, right now, I wanted one thing, and one thing only.

“Get up here and fuck me,” I demanded as I wrestled to remove my jacket.

I really need to feel his cock inside me.

“Who’s runnin’ this show?” he responded as his hand slipped up my skirt.

I’d reached that point - the point where nothing else matters. I had no concern with the fact that we were in the parking garage of the courthouse, or that almost every attorney in the city would be coming out of the courtroom for a lunch break in roughly thirty minutes. I looked at the structure above as I tossed my jacket onto the hood of the car, making note of the security cameras positioned above us.

The thought of some second rate courthouse security guard watching us fuck made me even wetter.

I kicked off my heels and heard them land beside the car.

“Fuck me, you’ve got to fuck me,” I begged.

His hand pulled at my panties until they reached mid-thigh. As they became hung up on my knees, I attempted, frantic, to help him remove them.

“These mother fuckers,” he growled as he ripped my panties in two, tossing them on the ground beside him.

“You need to stop wearing those damned things,” he said as his hands slid up my inner thighs.

“Okay,” I breathed before I realized what he had said.

“Pull up your fucking skirt. I can’t get your legs spread apart,” he grunted as he gripped my legs and pulled me across the top of the car.

I fumbled with my overly tight pencil skirt, attempting to get it up to my waist. As my skirt slipped up my thighs and over my ass, he began to spread my legs wide. My knees bent, and my legs dangling over the side of the car, my heels banged against the window glass as he forced his head between my legs.

Oh God yes, do that pussy thing you do, please. Fuck yes, lick my pussy, Ripp.

As he buried his head between my thighs I groaned in anticipation of what would come next. His ability to successfully bring me to immediate climax from oral pleasure exceeded his ability to do damned near anything, including fighting. As I felt his tongue against my clit, I rolled my eyes and moaned. I began to shake as I felt a tingle work its way through my pussy.

Holy fuck, that didn’t take long.

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