Mistaken Identities by Tressie Lockwood, Dahlia Rose

her pussy, which he loved doing, so he studied her face instead. He liked the way she sucked his fingers, as if they were his cock. He pushed in and withdrew, then pushed in again. All the time she moaned and bounced on his dick. If the fast pace they set continued, he would come long before he wanted to, but that didn’t matter. No other woman got him hard like Tonya, and even if he exploded inside her, he would be ready again in no time.
    While she rode his shaft, he pulled his fingers from her mouth and stroked her breasts. A craving to see them came over him, and he pushed her T-shirt up. The bra annoyed him, so he dragged it up as well. Her breasts bounced free with erect nipples, and he came close to release.
    “Stop moving.”
    This time, she disobeyed. If anything, she ground her hips harder. He gasped and grabbed her hips. She protested, and he smacked as much of the soft, round ass as he could reach. His balls drew up. The stubborn woman was determined to bring him to a head. Grayson raised her off his lap, and she cried out. His cock fell against his stomach, so stiff it ached.
    “Don’t,” she pleaded. “I need to come.”
    “Trust me. I’m not going to leave you wanting.”
    Somehow in the limited space, he managed to turn her away from him and put her back on his lap to lean over the steering wheel. He looked down and took in that ass that drove him insane, and under her, his cock twitched.
    He pressed a hand in her back. “Arch for me.”
    She did, and he guided his dick into her moist opening. A guttural moan rose in his throat. The horn blasted the quiet night when he pounded into her pussy. He wrapped an arm across her shoulders and drove his shaft home again and again. She screamed and begged him not to stop.
    “I have no intention of stopping. Not until I fill you, and your thighs quiver.”
    He had no sooner said the words when she whimpered and the tremor began in her legs. She squeezed his legs and clenched her inner walls until he couldn’t hold back any longer. Her pussy massaged his dick and then held it like a vise. His essence shot forward under the incredible pressure, and he held himself deep inside her.
    When they both panted, and Grayson let his forehead rest against her back, he came to his senses. She hadn’t sounded the horn once, but twice. If they didn’t get moving, they would find themselves arrested. Very worth it.
    “Back in your seat, beautiful. I’m taking you to your hotel.”
    She pouted. “I’m just getting started.”
    He groaned as she climbed off his cock and moved to her seat. “I will wear out that sexy body in private. You don’t have to worry about that.” He caressed her cheek and then ferreted a few tissues from the glove compartment. They cleaned up, dressed, and Grayson tore off down the road.
    * * * *
    Grayson woke with the sun, and when thoughts of Tonya popped into his head like they always did, he recalled their marathon session of sex the night before. He rolled over to embrace her and found an empty spot. Frowning, he sat up and squinted against the light. They had neglected to shut the blinds, and he considered whether they’d had an audience. At the moment, he didn’t care. Finding Tonya and bringing her back to his side took precedence.
    Running water sounded from the bathroom, and he headed that way. He had just laid his hand on the doorknob when her distressed tone gave him pause.
    “…the abortion,” she was saying.
    He froze.
    “I want to talk to him about it,” she continued. “Yes! I know that. Well, it’s important to me, all right?” Tonya fell silent, and he assumed she listened to the person on the other end of the phone call. When she spoke again, she dropped her voice lower, and he had to strain to hear. “No, you’re wrong. What’s in the past isn’t past. It’s affecting the here and now. I’m not explaining myself. I said what I have to say. Good-bye.”
    Grayson stepped back from the door and turned away.