Stolen Encounter

I met him through a mutual friend, and to be honest, the first time we met, I found him arrogant, rude and more than a little egotistical. But the second time, I was amazed by how quickly I was drawn to him. We sat next to each other in a crowded restaurant, flirting shamelessly even though he was supposed to be there meeting another friend of mine on the off chance that they might hit it off. How strange that within a half hour of talking to him I was telling him how badly I wanted him. The following is one of the encounters we shared a couple of weeks later.

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I glance down at our intertwined fingers resting on the center console, my heart beating frantically as he absentmindedly strokes his thumb over my hand. Just moments before that hand had been buried between my legs, pushing me to a hard, brutal orgasm. I'm amazed how quickly he can make me climax, moaning and shuddering. I can't believe I'm here again, wanting him to bury himself inside me, knowing that soon I'll have my desire. Knowing that quick coupling in a dark parking lot is fast approaching makes me even more wet as he drops me at my car.

"I'll follow you," he says and I nod, mentally searching for a secluded area in the near vicinity. I glance in my rear view mirror for his truck and feel my face flush as I realize that my wanting of him is perfectly irrational, but just remembering our last encounter, those hot, heated moments stolen quickly, I can't help it. He's gorgeous, the same height as I, but beautifully muscular from rigorous workouts. His cocky smile and sexy eyes make me instantly aroused and when he slides a hand over my ass or breasts, I'm willing to do anything he wants. I'm still amazed that he wants to fuck me......

We park behind a darkened building and I slide into his truck with him. He turns to me and suddenly his mouth is on mine and I'm instantly lost. He kisses me, biting my lip, teasing with his tongue and I feel a stab of warmth at my core, wanting that tongue buried in my pussy, and I groan, wanting more. I love the way he clasps a hand around my neck, forcing me to kiss him harder. He's forceful in a way that no one has ever been and I find myself silently begging him to take me, to fuck me, use me, make me take all he can give. And when I feel I can't endure it any longer, to force me. Then his hands and face are buried in my breasts and all reasoning leaves me.

Desperate to taste him, that sweet, musky maleness, I shove him back against the seat, in my haste fumbling with his belt until finally, FINALLY, I free him from the confines of his pants and moan at the beauty of his cock. Large, swollen, and just beginning to drip pre-cum. Greedily, I lap at him, soft animal sounds wrenching from me as I slide my lips over the head and down his shaft. I thrill to feel him surge upward into my mouth and his hand fists in my hair, urging me to continue.

"You taste so good," I breathe and go back for more, the taste of him unbelievably arousing. And then he's urging me to kiss him again, our tongues dueling and his hand once again locked around my throat. We repeat this cycle until, just when I'm ready to beg him to fuck me, he says,

"Outside, NOW."

And there, in view of the highway, he kisses me, touches me, roughly pushes a finger into my ass as he holds me over the hood of his truck. I whimper as a small, satisfying orgasm ripples through me and then turn, dropping to my knees to take him in my mouth again. He allows me this small pleasure for a few moments until I stand before him, willing him to take me. He kisses me once, bruising, before turning me to face the hood, and bending me over, forces that beautiful cock into my ass. I gasp at the sudden invasion but buck back against him, wanting the feeling of him sliding in and out of me.

"Fuck my ass," I beg, and he complies, fucking me hard and fast as I moan and writhe beneath him, driven by the need to cum. His hands grip my hips with brutal strength, and with that subtle show of force, I'm cumming, begging him to fill me. Moments later I feel him increase in tempo and he groans, emptying himself deep inside me.

After, his lips on mine are gentler and the cocky smile is back. When he speaks, I'm wet again.

"Next time, I want you tied to my bed." Oh, delicious anticipation.