Four Temptations by PJ Adams

spur of the moment rush of mad adventure when I seized Porter Swaine’s neck tie and pulled it harder than I had really intended.
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    His whole body tensed. His back arched, bucking me upwards, almost throwing me off. It was like riding a bucking bronco.
    The head of his cock had shifted and now it was pressing against my wet opening, dipping in and out as I started to roll my hips. God, even just the head of it was huge, stretching me.
    I needed more.
    With the next swing of my hips I pressed down more firmly and suddenly he was inside me, starting to slide deeper. Every sensation of our combined movement was magnified through that hard shaft that was stretching me tight. Every throb and pulse, every tightening.
    And slowly, slowly, I lowered myself onto him, around him.
    It felt like I was going to split in two, and still he slid deeper.
    I don’t know how long we stayed like that, the movement almost imperceptible, but then his hand clamped around my wrist, and I relented, loosening my grip, allowing him to breathe. And then he was fully inside me, and my bare mound was against his groin, my clit pulsing, right on the edge.
    I pulled on his tie again, and with one more exhalation he groaned.
    I started to move, raising myself high so that his long shaft was almost free of me and then sliding down on it again, faster and faster.
    And then there was a loud, metallic popping sound and the car below us shifted, its hood buckling under our combined weight and thrusting.
    It only distracted me for a moment, and then I was back, riding my bronco as he bucked hard against me, each thrust filling me like I’d never been filled before.
    When he came, his whole body arched upwards like a bridge, and I rode him, impaled on his manhood. As I clung to him, there was a hot, wet explosion deep inside me, and as he subsided, I slumped down on top of him. A second spurt of juices filled me and then he started to grow soft inside me, his cock still throbbing with orgasm.
    I looked at him and saw that his eyes bulged and his mouth hung open and then that hand tugged at my wrist again. I let go of his tie, and he gasped raggedly.
    “Oh... Oh my God,” he said.
    I dipped my head and kissed him, stilling him, gently probing his mouth with my tongue, and all the time I felt that massive cock transforming inside me, still filling me but now soft, almost like it had become a part of me.
    I pressed down, my clit against the coarse knot of hairs at the base of his shaft. I don’t think my body had ever felt more sensitive.
    The slightest movement, the slightest shift of his body, of his cock inside me... each triggered a rush of sensation through my body.
    He sensed it. As I would learn, he was a man who could read my body’s responses like a book.
    He didn’t thrust. He barely moved.
    All he did was bring his hands down to my hips, and hold me tight against him as he filled me.
    And that was it. That was all it took.
    That pressure, that touch.
    It started in my belly, a tightening like cramp but without the pain. A tightening that stole through my body in the blink of an eye. A tightening in my pussy, squeezing that gorgeous cock.
    I clung to him as my body was taken over by my climax. So damned intense!
    And then, just as I thought that would be it, a single intense wave sweeping through my body and then retreating, I felt another contraction in my belly, another wave, and I was clinging to him, crying out loud, completely lost to the sensations that were rushing through me.
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    We stood, straightening our clothes, lost for words.
    Finally, he said to me, “You did press submit to book that room, didn’t you?”
    I nodded. “The Arcadian? Of course I did.”
    Then I looked down at the car. The hood was dented, bowed deeply inwards where we had been. I pointed towards it, wondering if he’d noticed already or not. “Sorry about the car,” I said.”
    He looked down, then made a dismissive gesture. “These things happen,” he said.