The Baby Contract Amy Brent ~ Page 2

The door opened. I pushed off the wall and turned to face the blond bartender who was searching the back parking lot for me. When she spotted me, she put her hands on her hips. "All right, hot shot, my car is the red one. Your place or mine""

I didn"t do places. Not if I could avoid it. I approached her and scanned the area to make sure we were alone. I put my hand in the middle of her back and guided her to her car. It was a sedan of some sort. Upon closer inspection, I realized it was a Honda. It would do.

I spun her around when we arrived at the rear of the car. She laughed in surprise, and I pulled her to me with my hand still resting on her lower back. I lowered my touch until her ass was beneath my palm. Then I squeezed. She was firm and full and everything I had hoped she would be. She giggled breathlessly against me as I leaned in and kissed her.

She seemed a little surprised by my forwardness. At first, she was stone-still in my arms, but then she relaxed and melted against me. Her hands began wandering over my shoulders and down the open collar of my jacket. She slid her hands inside, running them up my ribs and over my chest. Her fingers grabbed hold of my shirt, and she tugged sharply upward, untucking it from my pants.

Her tongue explored my mouth, and she tasted like cherries. She was a siren with floral smelling perfume and the softest skin. Her hands went up until she was holding the back of my neck and burying her fists in my hair.

I needed her. Now.

I pushed her back a step so that she was pinned between me and the trunk of her car. Then, I wrapped my hands under her ass and lifted her up to place her on the trunk. She wrapped her legs around my hips instinctively.

She was wearing a short, black leather skirt and a black tank top. We stopped kissing for a moment so I could undo my pants. While I looked around to make sure no one was around, I pulled myself free, grabbed a condom from my back pocket, tore it open, and rolled it on. She raised an eyebrow and bit her bottom lip.

"Fuck," she breathed. I could hear the excitement in the tremble of her voice. She followed suit by inching her skirt up her thighs. She wasn"t wearing panties. I liked that.

She spread her thighs for me. Her pussy was beckoning me forward. I obliged, grabbing my cock in one hand and pressing my tip against her slit. I rubbed gently up and down until I was coated in her juices. Then I put my hands on either side of her on the trunk of the car and eased my cock inside her.

She hung her head back and let out a breathless little moan that made me want to ravage her. Her eyes fell closed, and I admired the lines of her throat and the pulse in the side of her neck.

Her pussy was soft and silky. She was wet as hell. She had probably been eagerly awaiting this moment as much as I had. I lifted the hem of my shirt so I could see her better. She was swollen and bright pink, just how I liked it.

I took my time warming her up by sliding in and out of her in the same, consistent rhythm. Somehow, she became even wetter.

"Fuck me harder," she begged, lifting her ass off the trunk and bracing herself with her hands behind her back.

I was able to get even deeper into her soft pussy like this. Her face was still tilted up to the sky. Her breaths were more ragged now. I wanted to see more of her.

I reached out and tugged the neckline of her tank top down. She wasn"t wearing a bra. Her breasts spilled out, and her nipples pointed straight up. I squeezed her tits as I fucked her harder. I was going to blow. I wanted to make sure I made it worth it for her. She was a beautiful woman, and she deserved the pleasure she was about to give me.

I brought my thumb to her swollen little clit and pressed down. I began rubbing her in slow circles. She let out a trembling cry as I buried my cock even deeper inside her. Then she came. She grew suddenly tighter around my dick, and then her pussy filled with a warm wetness that wasn"t mine.

It was nearly impossible for me not to blow my load in her.

I resisted and pulled out. I pulled her off the car, turned her around, and forced her to bend over so her cheek was pressed against the trunk. I imagined it was a little cold and probably a little grimy, but in the heat of the moment, neither one of us cared. I grabbed both of her arms and held her wrists behind her back. Then, I entered her from behind.

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