Her Tattooed Fighter

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Authors: Jenika Snow
Tags: Erótica, Romance, Contemporary
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along his length, and he rested his head on the back of the seat. She bobbed up and down, and it got to the point that he had to pull over or he’d wreck the fucking car. Sunny pulled away from him, the sound of her wet mouth coming free from his shaft resounding in the car.
    They stared at each other for a long moment, and then in a flurry of movement he was reaching for her. Their mouths crashed together, and he went for the button of her jeans. She pushed his hands away and undid them herself. It took some maneuvering on her part, but once she had her pants and panties down her thighs and off one leg she went positioned herself on top of him. He reached for her top, pulled the hem down, and freed her glorious breasts. They bounced from the movement, her nipples rock hard and his mouth watering. “Have you always used condoms?” Her words confused him at first, and only when he pulled his eyes off her breasts and looked in her face did they finally register.
    “Yeah, baby, always. Why?” She licked her lips, and his gaze was once again trained on the sight.
    “I’m on the pill. To regulate my period.” It clicked on why she asked him that and why she was now telling him about being on birth control. Swallowing roughly, he let her words sink in. His cock jerked between his thighs at what she was implying.
    “Are you sure, Sunny?” She didn’t answer, just moved until she now rested right on his cock. He hadn’t penetrated her yet, but the hot, wet feel of her was enough to have pre-cum spilling from the tip of his dick. The fit was tight, but he liked it that way, liked the way her body molded to his. She reached between them, and his eyes rolled back in his head when her hand wrapped around his cock. She rose up enough that she could place the head of his erection at her entrance. “You’re so fucking wet, baby. So. Fucking. Wet.” He groaned out when she pressed down, her tight pussy engulfing just the crown of his erection. He placed his hands on her waist, curled his fingers around the curve of her hipbones, and pressed her down harder. Her hands were on his shoulders to brace herself . Air sawing between them, London took control. As he lifted his hips at the same time he pushed her further down on him, a strangled cry came from both of them when her pussy slipped all the way down his girth. He filled her completely, bottomed out so her ass touched his balls, and he rested his forehead on her shoulder and closed his eyes. He tried to catch his breath, but he had never felt anything like this. He felt like he would burn alive from her.
    “It’s so good, London. I feel so full and stretched.” Moving his hands from her hips when she started to lift herself off of him and push back down, London allowed himself the visual pleasure of watching her tits bounce between them. He felt every inch of her surround him, and even felt the back of her pussy press against the crown of his dick when she slammed down on him again and again. Pressing her pelvis all the way down on his, she rocked back and forth, and he knew by her little cries of pleasure her clit was getting a workout as well. Fuck, he would never get enough of her, and it wasn’t just because he had never felt so good with another female. He cared about her to the point he felt like he was obsessed. It was ludicrous to feel so territorial and possessive of another person, but there it was. He would break arms and legs if any other guy thought he could place some kind of claim on her.
    “You’re mine, Sunny.” A mewl left her, and he lifted his hips up in a powerful surge, slamming all of his cock into her pussy. “Say it, Sunny. Say you’re mine and no one else’s.” She gripped his shoulders and continued to bounce on top of him. Fuck, he was so close to coming, but he wanted her to get off first. London wanted to feel her cunt clenching around him, milking his dick until they were both falling into oblivion.
    “I’m yours, London.” He

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