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“Mhm. You just keep trying to convince yourself you didn’t wear that sundress for me,” James said. He massaged his hands, both of them, up my thighs now, until he reached the waistband of my lace panties. “Tell me you want it, Becca.”
I did want it, God help me. “Yes.”
“Use your words. Tell me,” James grinned wickedly.
“Yes, I want it,” I moaned as James thumbed my cl*t through my panties.
James peeled down my underwear, all the way down over my slingback sandals, and then shoved them in his pocket. “What do you want, Becca?” James teased.
Of course, he was going to make me spell it out for him. Well, then, wasn’t he in for it. “I want your big, thick d*ck ramming into me until I scream for mercy,” I said, holding his gaze.
James raised his eyebrows. “Mmm, impressive, my little minx.”
“Aren’t I, though? Now, impress me, Mr. Valentino,” I demanded.
“Yes, ma’am,” James chuckled, undoing his belt. He opened his pants and his c*ck sprang free. I was about to be thoroughly f*cked by the Italian Stallion and my mouth and other parts watered at the very thought.
As he lined up with my p*ssy, however, another thought occurred to me. “James, do you have a condom?”
James blew out a frustrated breath, pulling back a little, his c*ck already leaking prec*m. “Not with me, no.” He raked a hand through his hair, then looked down at me with intense eyes. “Does it matter?”
Did it matter?
I opened my mouth to respond that of course, it mattered. But then I stopped. I thought of our beautiful little Dahlia and felt my cheeks go pink.
Then I circled my hand around the base of James’s c*ck and gently pulled him towards my slit.
“No,” I whispered, widening my legs and accepting him, bare, inside me. “No, it doesn’t matter.”
James.
I almost came right then. Becca didn’t mind if I got her pregnant again.
Hell, now I was going to make it my mission.
I pushed into her with a groan, relishing the sublime feeling of being inside her again. The time we’d spent having angry sex on the jet hadn’t been nearly enough.
“Ohhh… yeah. F*ck me,” Becca said, digging her fingernails into my shirt.
Apparently being a frequent flier in the mile-high club wasn’t enough for her, either.
I gripped Becca’s hips and started drilling her hard. She yowled and begged and came quickly.
Feeling her squeeze around my c*ck made me c*m inside her. I pushed into her as deep as I could, making her body take every drop.
I stayed that way a long time so none of my seed escaped while Becca and I panted.
“Are you going to pull out?” Becca finally asked after several minutes.
“Only if you’re going to suck me hard and we go again,” I growled.
Becca shivered.
I sat us up with her in my lap and pulled her dress up off over her head. Her breasts were encased in a lacy bra that matched her panties. I reached one hand behind her to unsnap it.
“Hope you don’t mind losing the set,” I said, pulling her bra down her arms and sticking it in my jacket pocket.
Becca laughed. “Starting yourself a little collection?”
“Hell yes.” Becca was now naked except for her strappy sandals, which was one of the sexiest sights I’d ever seen if I were honest with myself.
“I’ll have to get more if you keep stealing them,” Becca sighed theatrically as she eased herself off my d*ck.
“You’ve got a blank check for anything you want in that department,” I grinned at her.
“Only in that department?” Becca mused, tapping her chin. “I guess I’ll have to work harder, then.”
With an impish wink, Becca prowled down onto her knees and took me in her mouth without warning. I groaned and fisted my hand in her hair.
Becca gobbled my d*ck like a real champ, and it momentarily irked me that she might have practiced some of these skills on Neal. But, she was in this car with me, sucking MY d*ck, and he was off in Siberia. Seemed I won.
After a few minutes of Becca’s expert ministrations, I was hard again. I tugged Becca’s hair to get her to stop. If I was c*mming, it wasn’t going to be down her throat. I was a man on a mission.
“Get on all fours,” I ordered her, moving all the way to the side of the sedan to give her more room.
Becca shivered again and got up on the seat. She couldn’t keep her balance because of the motion of the car, so she had to drop to her elbows, but that was fine. It still put her p*ssy right where I wanted it.
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Becca.
I was letting him order me around again, just like the good old days. There was something thrilling about it that I’d missed. I could have told him to f*ck off, of course. I still could. But James Valentino ordering me around during sex was a delicious dessert I intended to savor.
Fully expecting him to pound right into me, as we were both desperate for each other, I was surprised when I felt James’s lips and tongue at my entrance. I moaned as he sucked my cl*t and teased it with his teeth. When his tongue entered me, I started to beg.
James held me firmly in place while he feasted on me. He took me right over the edge, and I came against his lips.
“J-James…” I whispered, my teeth chattering.
I felt the head of James’s big, thick d*ck. He plunged into me without warning, and I gasped, my fingernails digging into the leather seats.
His b*lls slapped against me as he drilled me hard and fast, grunting every time he thrust home. I made little yipping noises at the same time, shivering as he gripped my hips and pushed me closer and closer to another orgasm.
When James pinched my cl*t suddenly, I came with a muffled scream, biting my arm so I didn’t alert “the boys” in the front.
James slammed twice more, then came deep inside me, filling me up again with his c*m.
“God, I’ve missed this,” I moaned while James sat us both up so I was splayed across his lap, my back to his front.
“F*ck yes,” James agreed. He massaged my breasts slowly, not demanding anything. I think it was just for the sheer pleasure of touching me.
I liked it. I smoothed my hands over his pants-covered thighs, wishing we were back at the compound and free to explore each other thoroughly in his bedroom. Or mine.
There was a knock on the partition. “Sir, we’re almost there.”