And then he was free.He inhaled deeply, rolling the condom on.Annie grabbed at his vest, pressing herself against him.He walked her to the car in the bay.
"Put your hands on the car."He ran his fingers over her bare hips.
He never took a woman from behind.From that position, he couldn't read her lips.He wouldn't be able to see if she told him to stop.His toes curled inside his boots.But damn if he didn't want to bend her over and fuck her.
He pulled his own pistol out of his pocket, placed it on the hood of the car within her reach, and hoped like hell she would use it on him if he ever hurt her.
Annie widened her stance until her jeans puddled around her ankles, holding her captive.He tilted her ass and plunged his cock inside her pussy.
She moved onto her tiptoes, nearly losing her grip on the car.Sweat broke out on his forehead.It killed him not to move.Desire already had him holding her, showing her who she belonged to.He'd never felt that way with anyone else.
Sex was just sex.Every woman who entered the clubhouse, eager to party with the members, was there to find pleasure.He took it readily, without hesitation.
But this felt different with Annie.
He wanted to make her happy.He wanted to make sure her orgasm was the best thing she'd ever had.
She tossed her hair behind her, raising her head.He stopped, breathing hard.
Annie shook her head.He grabbed her hips, trying to pull away as she reached behind to slap at his hip.He paused, then pushed into her.She bounced on the toes of her sneakers, taking every inch of him.
His cock pulsed, becoming harder, bigger, and thicker.She couldn't be clearer in indicating what she wanted.He held her hips and drove all the way in until his thighs slapped the back of her legs.
Her head lifted higher, and her fingers curled as she struggled to hold onto the car in front of her.He collided with her, grinding against her backside.Her desire set the pace.He thrust into her forcefully, keeping her on her feet.
The sweet heat coated his cock.Her pussy squeezed down on him.He reached around her without losing his grip on her hip and cupped her breast.Each moment set that perfect handful swaying.He thrust in short, fast motion.
Her hair tickled his hand.The arch of her back deepened.Sliding his hand up, he cupped the front of her neck, holding her in front of him and fucking her harder.
Beneath his palm, the cords on her neck spasmed.She rose on her toes, and her body ignited.He clung on as her orgasm wracked her.The extra stimulation tightened around him.His testicles throbbed.Spurt after spurt erupted from him as pleasure shot from his tailbone up his spine.
He slowed, rocking back onto the heels of his boots and pulling her with him, holding her gently against his chest.His cock slipped out of her, and he shuddered at the loss.
Annie looked over her shoulder and up into his face.He kissed her.
Her body sagged.He lifted her up until she got her balance, and then he stepped away to take off the condom.Tying a knot in the end, he dropped the used protection in the trash.
Annie pulled her jeans up.He watched her as he tucked himself in and buckled his belt.
She pressed her hand to her chest.He tilted her face toward him.
"Okay?"he asked.
"Thank you...back someday."
He turned her so he could see her better in the light coming from the back hallway."What?"
"I'll pay you back someday."She glanced at the floor.
He followed her gaze to the pistol and box of ammo.There would be no point in using the weapon.She was going to stay inside the clubhouse.He would take care of Jason as soon as he figured out a good way to reach him without any witnesses.
She reached up and kissed him."I should get back to Leigh."
He took her hand and led her back through the clubhouse, so no one bothered her, then let her go into the room alone.Right now, he needed a shot of whiskey.
He could feel himself becoming more involved with her.Once this was finished, she'd realize she could have any man she wanted.One who would have no trouble protecting her.
