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moved one hand to massage her clit in slow, teasing circles
and bit down on the sensitive skin at the base of her throat.
    “How can you be this tight after two kids?” He reclined the
seat and pulled her back to lay on top of him and began to thrust slowly,
deeply, in and out of her body.
    “I have no idea, especially with Carter having your enormous
skull.” Summer gasped and squeezed her eyes shut as Aidan suddenly spread her
knees even wider. One knee hit the window, but she didn’t care. It felt so
right to be spread open, with his cock filling her from behind and his fingers
working her clit. His other hand played up and down the front of her body,
toying with her nipples, brushing up the length of her neck, tracing the
outline of her lips.
    She sucked two of his fingers into her mouth and bit down,
drawing a hiss from his lips and a quicker rhythm from his cock. She was close,
so close. With each time they’d come together tonight, it had been easier and
easier to reach the precipice and each tumble over the edge into pleasure had
been just a little wilder, just a little more intense. Even now, after all they’d
been through and a couple hours spent in the emergency room, she was still so
erotically charged, so primed for pleasure.
    “Summer, babe, are you about to come, are you about to come
on my cock?” he asked, his breath hot in her ear, the way he said the word “cock”
almost enough to make her lose it right then.
    “Almost. I’m almost there,” she panted, tilting her hips to
take even more of him inside her, meeting his thrusts with little bounces of
her ass.
    “Good, then let’s take this outside.”
    Summer gasped as Aidan opened the door and the cool desert
air met her bare skin. She’d thought it a warm night earlier, but after the way
they’d steamed up the car and each other, it felt chilly. Her arms immediately
broke out in goose bumps and her nipples puckered into tight points that
tingled and stung.
    “What the fuck are you doing?” she asked as he moved his
legs out onto the ground and stood up, all while holding her tight in his arms,
still impaled on his cock.
    “Fucking you on the top of this mountain.” He slammed the
door behind them and then turned and laid her down, belly first, on the hood of
the car.
    “Aidan, stop it. Someone could drive up, someone could see,”
Summer protested, even as she braced herself against the warm metal of the
hood. The dichotomy of the cool air and the engine-warmed surface beneath her
felt strangely exciting, not to mention Aidan had more freedom to move now that
they weren’t crammed together in the front seat. That felt pretty fucking good
too, good enough for her to spread her legs and wiggle back to the edge of the
hood, determined to get even more of his cock inside her.
    “No one’s going to see. It’s nearly three in the morning.”
    “But someone might, someone could—oh, god.” She moaned as he
slid out to the very tip of his cock and then rammed back inside of her,
completely filling every inch of her pussy and banishing the last of her
protests. How could she concentrate on the slight chance of discovery when she
was being fucked so hard her breath came in desperate little grunts, and the
sound of skin slapping against skin was louder than the calls of the killdeer
flying through the night sky around them?
    Aidan fucked her mercilessly, holding nothing back, giving
her all of him, abandoning himself completely to the pleasure they found
together. Summer managed to hold off her own orgasm for a few more thrusts,
struggling to draw out the moment, but he knew her body too well. He knew how
much she loved feeling him take her, not make love to her or anything so
politically correct, but take her, make her is own, make her feel
possessed, loved and so desired that he himself couldn’t manage to maintain
control.
    “I’m going to come, Summer, I’m going to come in my pussy.”
    She cried out as her orgasm hit just as Aidan

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