Page 40 of Strap

Standing on tiptoes, she stretched herself to kiss Strap, but he resisted. “I could have killed you fifty times over if I wanted to.”

Mickey shrugged and refocused her attention on the drone pictures. Strap took her chin between his fingers and turned her face to his. His gaze was heavy, heated, and concerned. Mickey shuddered and forced herself to keep her eyes open. “What?” Her breath brushed over his face.

“You are a piss poor thief. You never let your guard down. Never. Anyone could betray you at any time. Do you understand?” His fingers caressed the line of Mickey’s jaw. He closed the gap between them and pulled her in for a kiss.

Strap’s cock quivered as it grew hard and long against her leg. She put the drone on the car's hood and kissed Strap deeper.

Her nails dug into his back, and Strap purred. She dragged them down to grab his ass, and Strap broke the kiss. He picked Mickey up and spun her in one motion to set her on the car's hood.

Mickey opened her legs and wrapped them around Strap’s waist. He ground the engorged part of himself into her center. She gasped and steadied herself with her hands on the hood as Strap kissed her neck, collarbone, and the top of her breast.

He nipped at the tip of her lace bra with his teeth. Mickey arched her back, inviting him to her breasts.

Strap pushed up Mickey’s shirt and ran his fingers under the wire of her bra. The underside of her breasts was warm and soft. He pinched at the skin before tracing along the bra line to the hooks. He unhooked the bra with one flick of his finger.

“You’re getting good at that,” Mickey whispered, leaning forward. She took Strap’s earlobe in her mouth and sucked on it.

Strap’s fingers faltered. He moaned into her breasts.

Mickey scooted forward to wrap her hand around the trunk of Strap’s massive cock. He released his grip on her altogether and dropped his hands on each side of her hips on the hood.

She scooted back to give herself room to work with her hand over his dick.

Strap groaned and moaned under her touch. Mickey used one hand to stroke the length of his shaft, and she rolled over the head with the other.

Strap’s hips bucked in her palms, and Mickey found satisfaction that she could have so much control over his body. She gave his dick a firm squeeze, and Mickey detected Strap’s legs trembling under him.

She repositioned herself on the hood of the car again. While keeping her hands moving over Strap’s cock, she used her tongue and mouth to suck on his neck, lick down his chest, and nip at his erect nipples.

“Wait,” Strap growled.

Mickey stopped. She looked at him sheepishly, assuming she’d done something wrong. Instead, he took her wrists and placed the flat of her hands on the car's hood. He held them in place as he nudged the fabric of Mickey’s bra off her breasts.

He kissed his way down her stomach and unbuttoned Mickey’s pants with his teeth.

Mickey watched, awe filling her, and she tried jerking her hands under his to get her pants off quicker.

Strap looked up at Mickey. “Nope. No hands.”

The words made Mickey instantly wet.

His strong words were fucking hot. Mickey wanted him to take control, at least in this arena. And he had.

She was in the woods with a beautiful naked man before her. She wanted him to fuck her so badly, she could already feel his cock gyrating inside her. She couldn’t believe this was her life.

Mickey leaned back against the car, her gaze tracing the line of trees as Strap pulled the zipper down with his teeth.

Before he lowered her pants, he kneaded her center with his mouth. Mickey opened her legs wider and clawed at the top of the car. Strap still hadn’t released her wrists, but somehow the struggle made it hotter.

Except in her panties. Her panties were soaked. She was sure she would need a change of undies after this.

“Keep your hands on the hood. I’m going to slide your pants off.”

Mickey nodded. But she took her shirt and bra off as he wriggled her pants down her legs.

Before her back hit the hood the second time, Strap had thrust himself inside her. Mickey gasped and called out as Strap worked his hips.

Mickey’s hands scrambled up Strap’s arms as she bounced on his cock. He continued pushing inside her as bliss churned between her legs and rose through the rest of her body.

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