13. Lance
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Lance
Past
Three things are for certain.
One: Gwen has cast some sort of witchy spell on me. I have never in my life felt so out of control with the need to be inside a woman as I do with her.
Two: I will never be the same after tonight.
And three: there is a very real and crazy possibility I might never let Gwen go.
Her soft moans fill the air as I kiss the ever-loving fuck out of her. She tastes sweet like the strawberry donut she ate, and like … mine.
I must be under some crazy voodoo magic if the idea of making her mine makes my dick hard as fucking stone.
Angling her hips up, she aligns our bodies like two puzzle pieces clicking into place. I grunt in satisfaction as I grind my shaft into her lower stomach. She whimpers, clawing at the buttons of my dress shirt.
I’m so fucking hard up, I can’t think straight. My dick is totally in charge as it attempts to bust through my slacks to get to her.
I tear myself away from her delicious mouth before I do something reckless, like lift her into my arms and drive my cock deep inside her tight, wet pussy, right here on the sidewalk for everyone to see.
“Fuck.” I pant, sucking in air, as if I just ran around the bases at top speed, as I try to control the compulsion driving me. “Time to go, before I take you right here on the street like an animal.”
The way she rubs her thighs together and bites her swollen lip tells me everything I need to know.
“You like that idea, don’t you, Gwen?”
She nods, and my cock throbs in approval.
“You’re fucking perfect.” I press one more kiss to her lips and give her hip a possessive squeeze as I raise the hand still holding the bag of donuts into the air and flag down an oncoming cab.
The taxi pulls to a stop in front of us, and I open the rear passenger door, practically shoving Gwen inside. She giggles, and my cock swells, ramming into my zipper with such force I’m pretty sure it’s going to leave an impression.
I bark our destination at the young driver as I slam the door shut, toss the bag of donuts on the other side of Gwen, and pull her into the blind spot behind the driver beside me. I lift her legs and drape them over my lap, needing her as close to me as possible.
She gasps at the hard-as-fuck situation I have going on in my pants.
“Holy shit, you’re Lance fucking Taylor!” the driver shouts. He turns around in his seat and, with wide eyes, stares at me. “Congratulations on the win, man. That last play you made was awesome as hell.”
I tuck Gwen’s face into my chest, protecting her from view. Unfortunately, strange people taking pictures of me comes with the territory, but I’ll be damned if I let anyone take pictures of her.
The beast in me pounds on his chest, ready to protect her at all costs.
“Listen …” I pause, waiting for him to tell me his name.
“Daniel,” he answers.
“Daniel, if you hurry and give us some privacy, I’ll give you three hundred bucks, and if you write your name and address on a piece of paper, I’ll send you a signed hat and jersey.”
“Seriously?” he asks.
“Seriously.”
“Say no more.” Daniel turns up the music and, with a squeal of his tires, pulls into traffic.
When I turn my attention to Gwen, she’s staring up at me with sparkling aqua eyes and a sultry smile. “In a hurry, Mr. Taylor?” she purrs.
“I am.” My hand finds her outer thigh, and with my fingertips, I trace circles over the silky fabric covering her legs.
Thank fuck she’s still wearing my coat, and it’s large enough to keep what I’m about to do hidden.
Leaning in, I place a soft kiss on the skin behind her ear and whisper, “Do you feel what you do to me? I’m so fucking hard for you. ”
She shifts her legs, brushing her calves over my dick. Her lusty gaze bounces from the big problem in my pants to my face and back again. Her lips move, but nothing comes out.
“Tell me, pretty girl, are you wet for me?” I slide my hand up her skirt and rear back to look her in the face, needing to see every expression play out on her beautiful face as she answers me.
“Yes. I’m wet for you.” Her answer is husky, riddled with the same desire coursing through me.
“How wet?”
“You tell me.” With confidence, Gwen parts her knees, inviting me in. She places her hands on my chest and fiddles with the buttons on my shirt.
The driver takes a sharp turn, and the motion thrusts my hand up her thigh, and my fingertips make contact, bumping her slit over the thin fabric of her tights.
She’s soaked.
Pulling my hand out from under her skirt, I raise my fingers to my mouth and suck them, enjoying the small taste I was gifted at the faintest touch. Her sweet and tangy cum on my tongue draws a grisly grunt from deep in my chest.
Fuck, I need more.
I wish I could lay her out in the back seat and bury my face in her pussy so I could cover myself in her juices.
“Lance?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Please touch me,” she whimpers, sliding her nails down my stomach. The muscles beneath contract, and my balls jump.
Diving back under her skirt, I pinch the delicate material at the apex of her thighs and position my index finger along the spot just parallel to the seam. I sink my finger into the fabric of her tights, easily ripping a hole, making Gwen squeak.
“Shh. Make a sound, and I’ll stop. Understand?” She nods, spreading her thighs a little further apart. “Good girl.”
Pushing the thin string of her panties to the side, I glide my knuckles through her drenched slit. Her breaths quicken as I align my finger at her entrance and, so fucking slowly, I slip my finger into her tight cunt.
With unhurried strokes, I play with her tight pussy until she’s stretched and ready for me to add a second finger.
My girl understood the assignment.
Her body bows, and her lips move, but no sound escapes as I finger-fuck her in the backseat.
I take my time, curling my fingers forward, searching for the spot that will send her soaring over the edge.
Legs stiff, chest heaving, I watch as the gorgeous woman shakes, her body climbing higher as she reaches toward her climax.
“Don’t close your eyes,” I murmur.
She complies, watching me as I continue my assault. Only this time, I add my thumb and press it to her clit, rubbing it side to side. Hidden beneath my jacket, her body gives her away as she shakes and shudders under my touch.
Clawing at my shirt, Gwen forces her eyes to stay open and mouths, Fuck, as her orgasm rips through her. She comes around my fingers in a gush, her lips parted and eyes glistening.
She’s so fucking beautiful it hurts.
Once her core stops spasming and unclenches my fingers, I remove them and bring them to my mouth to lick off her sweet cum. Her eyelashes flutter as she sits up and adjusts her legs to straddle my hips, then wraps her arms around my shoulders and pulls me in for a deep kiss.
It’s frenzied and needy.
Her hips swivel, and my cock grows harder with impatience.
Gwen removes her mouth from mine to trail wet kisses along my jaw and down my neck. She nips my earlobe and whispers, “I need you inside me. I can’t wait. Please fuck me now.”
I almost come in my damn pants at her whimpering plea. Beneath my jacket, I grip her ass in my palms and squeeze.
“Daniel?”
“Yes, sir?”
“I’ll give you five grand if you back the cab into the next dark alley and get the fuck out of the cab until we’re done.”
The cabbie whistles. “Five grand? I know just the place, Mr. Taylor.”
I grip Gwen’s thick, curly ponytail in my fist and tug. The small rings of aqua around her dilated pupils catch the streetlight with a sparkle and, like magic, an invisible lasso wraps around us both and tightens.
Neither of us move as the cab swerves, coming to a stop under a cloak of darkness.
“Just give a shout when you’re, uh, done.”
I don’t dare say a word or disengage eye contact with the gorgeous woman on my lap as the cab driver slips from the car and disappears into the night.
The slam of the door might as well be the shot of a starting pistol at the beginning of a race.
Gwen and I collide in a feverish kiss. This kiss is unlike the ones before. This is wet and dirty, a prelude to what’s about to happen.
Our tongues weave in urgency as our hands grapple with one another; we’re doing everything we can to close the distance between us.
She moans as I grab each globe of her ass in my palms and squeeze them hard enough that I’ll probably leave my handprints behind.
My cock jerks at the possessive thought. Well, that’s new. Never really been into marking anyone until now.
Her hands are twin flames, lighting me up from the inside out as they tug at the buttons of my shirt. I shove the hem of her skirt up around her waist, exposing her torn tights.
She tugs the buckle of my belt, working it free. I grab the fabric at the apex of her thighs and rip the hole wider. She unhooks my pants and slides the zipper open.
My cock weeps in my boxer briefs as she massages it over the fabric with her small palm. I grab her hips and rock her pussy over the ridges of my stiff length.
“Yes,” she hisses as she pulls my cock free from its confines and wraps her hand around the shaft. My balls tighten as she teases the bead of precum leaking from the tip with her thumb. The threads of control preventing me from coming almost snap as she works my dick in the palm of her hand.
“Fuck, Gwen. If you keep stroking my dick like that, this will be over in about one minute.”
She leans back, allowing me to see her face. Her lips are swollen from our drugging kisses, but it’s her eyes that break me. The molten aqua depths are laden with desire and something I can’t recognize, due to the lack of blood flow to my brain.
“Can’t have that, can we?” she purrs.
“Fuck no.” I reach one hand into the back pocket of my slacks and pull my wallet free. “I’m not coming unless it’s inside you.”
The little witch lifts her thumb to her mouth and swipes her tongue across the pad with a satisfied hum. “Better hurry.”
“You’re killing me, baby,” I growl.