head. He went down to the floor hard. He heard Daniela call out to him as she ran past him.
“Sorry, Jagger.”
Then she was out the door taking the keys to his motorpod with her. Oh hell no! Jagger struggled to his feet holding a hand to the back of his head. At least he wasn’t bleeding. For a small woman she packed quite a wallop.
Daniela worried that she had hit Jagger too hard, but she couldn’t stop now. She had to hurry. The bounty hunter would be right on her tail. She made it to the motor pod but fumbled with the key. She looked over her shoulder and saw Jagger staggering out of the motel room. She turned back to the key lock. Please, please, please. Yes! Just as she was got the key to work and the door open, the door was slammed shut and she was pushed up against the side of the motorpod.
“You’re not getting away from me, sweetness,” Jagger growled in her ear from behind.
He pushed his body up against hers trapping her body with his. He then turned her struggling body around so her back was against the vehicle. Jagger pushed his thighs and chest against hers and couldn’t help but respond to the feel of her against him. With her every struggle and move she made his cock twitch.
“Daniela, you need to stop moving,” he groaned against her ear.
She stilled instantly, suddenly very aware of his breath against her neck warming her skin and the tell tell sign of his arousal pressed hard against her stomach. His natural scent mixed with his aftershave was drugging her senses. Her nipples tightened and her breasts felt heavy with need.
Jagger’s own breathing was becoming rapid like he had ran several miles and suddenly stopped. He sniffed her neck and smelled her intoxicating arousal. He lifted his head and stared into her shocked green eyes. Eyes so beautiful and clear you could lose yourself in them. Then he lowered his gaze to her lips. She licked them drawing moisture there. It was a beacon calling to him and he wasn’t prepared to resist the call.
“Sorry, Jagger.”
Then she was out the door taking the keys to his motorpod with her. Oh hell no! Jagger struggled to his feet holding a hand to the back of his head. At least he wasn’t bleeding. For a small woman she packed quite a wallop.
Daniela worried that she had hit Jagger too hard, but she couldn’t stop now. She had to hurry. The bounty hunter would be right on her tail. She made it to the motor pod but fumbled with the key. She looked over her shoulder and saw Jagger staggering out of the motel room. She turned back to the key lock. Please, please, please. Yes! Just as she was got the key to work and the door open, the door was slammed shut and she was pushed up against the side of the motorpod.
“You’re not getting away from me, sweetness,” Jagger growled in her ear from behind.
He pushed his body up against hers trapping her body with his. He then turned her struggling body around so her back was against the vehicle. Jagger pushed his thighs and chest against hers and couldn’t help but respond to the feel of her against him. With her every struggle and move she made his cock twitch.
“Daniela, you need to stop moving,” he groaned against her ear.
She stilled instantly, suddenly very aware of his breath against her neck warming her skin and the tell tell sign of his arousal pressed hard against her stomach. His natural scent mixed with his aftershave was drugging her senses. Her nipples tightened and her breasts felt heavy with need.
Jagger’s own breathing was becoming rapid like he had ran several miles and suddenly stopped. He sniffed her neck and smelled her intoxicating arousal. He lifted his head and stared into her shocked green eyes. Eyes so beautiful and clear you could lose yourself in them. Then he lowered his gaze to her lips. She licked them drawing moisture there. It was a beacon calling to him and he wasn’t prepared to resist the call.
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