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  Clarissa was laughing wholeheartedly now. "Not bad, not bad."

  "There is one thing I am a little curious about?" he admitted.

  Raising an interested eyebrow she nodded, "shoot."

  "How did you learn to drive? Watching you drive is like watching the porn version of Nascar."

  Again she laughed, loud and without reservation. No dainty tee-hee with this woman.

  No holding back. Not even a blush from his semi-inappropriate comment. Just her, take it or leave it.

  I'll take it, he decided.

  "My dad is a Nascar driver," she replied.

  "Anyone I know?"

  She gave him a coy smile, her brown eyes dancing mischievously and shrugged,

  "Maybe."

  "But you're not going to tell me?" he urged. She had him fascinated now and he didn't become fascinated with women easily. Interested, yes. Fascinated, never. Until now.

  She crinkled her nose up at him and shook her head, "doubt it."

  "Fair enough. Fair enough." Her answer only further fuelled his curiosity. She just may be a goldmine, in more ways than one.

  ****

  Very hot, but a little too smug for his own good, Clarissa couldn't help keeping herself from thinking. She was a little disturbed over the fact that she apparently screamed

  "divorcée." She must if a stranger could pick up on the divorcée vibe so easily.

  "So how old are you anyhow? If you don't mind me asking?" he asked.

  An amused smirk spread across her face. "You tell me. You're the one that claims to know all about me."

  It was his turn to laugh; his laugh was deep and seductive. "I wouldn't dare hazard a guess. I'm enjoying the posh ride to much to jeopardize my chances at staying in it. In the highly unlikely chance that I could be wrong."

  "Thirty-four," Clarissa answered. She answered truthfully, actually surprising herself.

  She'd been hanging onto age twenty-eight for six years now.

  "For what it's worth I wouldn't have guessed a day over twenty-eight."

  Again, she couldn't help but notice his suave nature. The longer she talked to him the more she was beginning to build her own theories on who he was and what he was all about. She met men like him everyday, smooth talking men who knew what to say and when to say it, in order to get what they wanted. A steady stream of conversation flowed between them as they drove, but she had found it odd that he wasn't forthcoming with anything personal about himself.

  So what did he want? A drive and a good fuck? Well, that wasn't going to be a problem, she was more than happy to give those. Hell, she had a lot of plans for him when they stopped for the night and by the way his blue eyes kept stealing glances at her breasts she doubted that was going to be a problem.

  By 6 pm Clarissa's eyes were getting sore and her whole body was in dire need of a good workout. "Mind if we stop for the night?" she asked, turning off the interstate.

  "You're the boss." he replied with a wink. "I can drive if you would like?"

  Not on your life! She thought, but instead said, "Nah, I'm tired of being cooped up in the car. I think something a little more physical is in order."

  The innuendo about "something physical" was not lost on Mitch, as she noticed the fire rise up within his eyes.

  Coming off the interstate, they headed into Minden, Nebraska. The Holiday Inn was the first hotel they came across that didn't look like the rooms came with cockroaches as in-room pets. It looked cosy, and she liked that about it. There seemed to be some restaurants and shopping in the area, so it suited her fine. Considering what she had in mind for the evening, she doubted they would be leaving the hotel room anyhow.

  Getting out of the car, she looked the hotel over. Three stories, modern in style and it appeared to be well maintained. "This one fine for you?"

  Mitch shrugged not looking like he cared either way. "I'm not a fussy guy, at least not when it comes to hotels."

  She slung her bag over her shoulder and made her way to the reception, with Mitch in tow. To avoid any awkwardness over rooms and unsure of what Mitch's financial situation was, she simply asked for the largest suite and passed her platinum card over to the desk clerk, without even looking at or consulting Mitch.

  "I got us a two bedroom," she called over her shoulder as he approached. She hoped it wasn't going to hurt his pride, but he was hitchhiking, which led her to believe that he wouldn't object to her being presumptuous over the room situation.

  Minutes later they rode shoulder to shoulder up to the third floor in silence, but the tension that had built between them within those thirty seconds was so thick the air inside the little elevator was almost suffocating. Her body began to heat up, as she thought of what his hands were going to feel like over her bare skin.

  It didn't take her long to find out.

  Clarissa was in the process of closing the door to their room when he dropped his duffle bag to the floor and pushed her roughly against the wall. His strong, rigid body pressed heavily against hers. His growing cock, constrained in the faded jeans pressed hard against her stomach.

  Hands planted against the wall on either side or her head, Mitch leaned down and his lips claimed hers in a kiss so full of passion and energy that it both shocked her and left her breathless. Clarissa moaned, parting her lips, to allow his tongue entry. Fisting his flannel shirt she roughly pulled him closer.

  With his body trapping hers firmly against the wall, he wedged a knee between her legs, his thigh rubbing against her pelvis. Another moan escaped her lips, as she slid the flannel shirt off his shoulders. Taking the hint Mitch stepped back, threw the shirt to the floor, and pulled the t-shirt up over his head, tossing it on top of the flannel one.

  Clarissa gasped. His body was much more stunning than she had envisioned. His skin was smooth, deeply tanned and muscles well-defined. She placed her palms on his chest and ran her fingers along the contours of the muscle. It rippled and flexed under her touch, exciting her further. She could feel herself getting wetter as the heat within her began to rise to near unbearable heights.

  He pushed her against the wall with his body a second time, his groin rubbed against hers, stroking her desire with his cock, despite the layers of clothing still remaining between them. Mitch's mouth travelled down her neck to her collarbone, his hands pushing her cotton t-shirt up over her amble breasts. Clarissa's breathing became ragged, the urgency she felt to have him naked; to have him inside her was near unbearable.

  With a quick twist of his skilled fingers, he undid the front clasp on her back satin and lace bra and it sprung open releasing her generous mounds. Wrapping a hand around her waist he pulled her close as his mouth lowered to suck on one of her large pink nipples.

  Arching her back Clarissa's hand gripped his bare shoulder, while the other hand worked his belt buckle, then the button and zipper on his jeans. Clarissa's moans became louder as Mitch's tongue circled her nipple turning it into a hardened pink peak and began to gently nip at it. She cried out, not sure if it was from the pleasure or pain as his nips became a little rougher and shots of electricity flowed through her, ending in a pulsating between her legs.

  "My god Clarissa your breasts are beautiful," he groaned, his mouth leaving her breast to trail kisses across her chest to the other one. Clarissa could barely hear him, she was too occupied with the sensations he was stirring within her.

  His pants finally undone, she hooked her thumbs in the loop holes and pulled them down over his hips. He was naked under the jeans and his cock - long and thick - sprang to attention, pressing against her stomach. Her whole body was aching for him, needing him.

  But that cock! His cock standing so long and thick against her - with pre-cum glistening on the tip - begged for her tongue to lick it off. She needed to taste it. She kissed her way down his chest and abs, until she reached the glistening head of his cock.

  She smiled upon hearing his sharp intake of breath when her tongue flicked the head, licking him dry. Her tongue lick
ed up the underside of his length, and twirled around the sensitive head.

  Mitch's hands fisted her hair and urged her lips back down to him. She firmly grasped his cock with one hand, while the other cupped his balls - squeezing gently. Her tongue continued to circle the head of his cock, while she began to stroke the base in firm, fluid motions.

  A deep, desire ridden growl emerged from the back of his throat. "Take it all in baby,"

  he groaned, his hips swaying against her mouth.

  She took the head fully in, her tongue flicking and circling it as she moved up and down the shaft. Her hand worked in perfect harmony with her mouth. Moving slowly at first, but gradually increasing in speed. The faster she stroked and sucked the tighter his grip in her hair and force of his thrusts into her mouth.

  Mitch sighed as his hands held tight to her long brown hair and he rocked against her mouth. His cock throbbed in her mouth and his balls tightened, his whole body began to tense up as he prepared to release.

  Clarissa moaned, as she continued to suck his cock, anxious to have him explode in her mouth. Anxious to taste his load. She looked up, her dark eyes locking on his blue ones. She made a point of letting him watch her lick the underside of his cock before plunging it deep into her mouth.

  "My god Clarissa, take it deep," he groaned his body tensing, as he thrust hard forcing his cock to the back of her mouth, to her throat, as he released. She drank it down as though it was the finest of wine, milking his cock of every last precious drop of cum.

  She felt his hands on her upper arms pulling her to her feet. "Fuck, that was good," he moaned. Cupping her chin in his hand, he bent down and claimed her lips. Her tongue anxiously, slipped past his teeth to explore his mouth. As their tongues duelled, he slowly walked her backwards into the closest bedroom.

  As they crossed the threshold, he pulled her tight against him, while he blindly searched the wall for a light switch to the room. "Fuck it," he growled giving up on his search.

  His hands and mouth seemed to be everywhere on her body frantically touching, tasting, caressing. Heat pulsed through her body, her pussy felt as though it were on fire.

  She needed cock! She needed him ramming his full length hard into her. By the time she felt the bed on the back of her legs, he'd managed to have remove the remainder of her clothing. She didn't even recall them coming off, she was so caught up in the feel of his hard, rigid body against hers.

  Everything about his body was hard, and sculpted and of so damned sexy! Her hands ran over his chest and six-pack abs again. Her exploration came to an abrupt halt when his large, strong hands grasped her thighs, pulled her legs out from under her and sent her falling back on the bed - legs spread wide. His body came crashing down on hers within seconds of her landing. She squealed in surprise and delight, wrapping her legs around his waist, pulling him tight to her.

  Clarissa reached out to him, but he took hold of both her dainty hands into one of his and pinned them above her head. She bucked against him, longing to run her hands over his back and shoulders. But his mouth was on her breasts again, capturing a large pink nipple into his mouth and flicking it with his tongue as he sucked deeply. Her body quivered under his, as waves of pleasure washed over her.

  His cock grew as it rubbed against her shaved pussy, sliding along her slit. Mitch finished with the first nipple leaving it a tight pink peak and moved to the second one.

  She wiggled under him, trying to feel more of that glorious cock. "Damn Mitch I want your cock!" she exclaimed, arching her back and thrashing under him.

  It was sheer sweet agony not being able to touch him. Feeling the power of his lean, rigid body over hers; his hands keeping hers secured over her head, was further fuelling the fire within her. His other hand moved between them seeking out the heat between her legs.

  Mitch's fingers slide along her slit, as her hips bucked against his hand, urging him to further explore. He spread the lips of her pussy exposing her swollen clit. While his thumb stroked and teased her clit, he dipped two fingers deep into her.

  "Mitch," she cried out, her body writhing under his, her breasts bouncing against his chest. His cock was hard, rubbing against her inner thigh, taunting her. His fingers dove deep and hard into her, stroking her inner wall, sending her into a frenzy. The juice from her pussy seeped out, over his hand and down her ass. Her body tensed. She was so close she could already feel the orgasm, in her mind. So close. She moaned so loudly she was certain hotel security would be there within minutes, but she didn't care. All she wanted was sweet release.

  "That's right. Let me feel you come," he murmured, his lips taking in one of her already hardened nipples, sucking and nipping it roughly. He finally let go of her hands and she wasted no time. Like a woman possessed and on the brink, she pushed him onto the mattress next to her. With lightening speed she was straddling him, sliding her demanding pussy over his cock.

  The feel of his thick, long shaft filling her, stretching her to the limit was enough to send her spiralling over the edge. Her pussy clenched to him as she came, screaming out his name and drenching his cock with her heat.

  Chapter 3

  Mitch smiled and with his cock still in her, he flipped her over to her back, pinning her down with his body over hers. He allowed her hands to roam his body, basking in the feel of her fingers digging into his back, pulling him down tight to her as she body experienced a second orgasm. Her energy and passion were driving him near insane. And so wet! If he hadn't had such an urgent need for release, he would have gorged himself in her pussy, lapping up every ounce of her juices.

  But he was a selfish man - he'd openly admit that to anyone. He took what he desired and currently that was to come hard and fast in that quivering little cunt of hers. Mitch thrust hard into her filling her to the balls. She cried out under him, wrapping her legs tight around his waist as if to pull him in deeper, if that were at all possible.

  "Damn, you're amazing," she moaned, closing her eyes and meeting his thrusts.

  Looking down at her, as he pounded mercilessly into her, he found himself amazed at how stunning and erotic she looked lost in the sensations of the moment. A smile touched his lips at that, she hadn't seen anything yet!

  Bracing himself up with a hand at the side of her head, he palmed her breast, kneading it, pinching the nipple until he heard her whimper under him. He lowered his mouth to her other breast his tongue circling the nipple.

  His body was coming close. His stomach clenched, his balls hardened, and his cock throbbed all waiting for the moment of release. He suddenly sat back up on his knees, pulling her up with him so she was straddling his lap.

  Clarissa opened her lust-filled dazed eyes and looked down at him. She was panting and a thin sheen of sweat - his or hers he didn't know or care - glistened over her chest.

  He grasped the nape of her neck and drew her lips down to his. He kissed her with urgency and hunger. His tongue invaded her mouth, deepening the kiss.

  He pulled his mouth away from hers. "Make me come baby," he growled claiming her lips again. She rode him hard and wild. Bouncing up and down on his shaft, like a champion bull rider, pulling out almost fully before slamming her pussy back down on his lap. Her sizable breasts made a crisp slapping noise as they smacked against his chest, while her pussy milked his cock.

  Clarissa began to rotate her hips in a circular motion as she rode him and that became his undoing. A deep and primal groan left his lips as his body tensed up and he pulled her down on him one final time before releasing deep within her in a powerful explosion.

  Spent, Mitch dropped his head to her shoulder, placing light kisses up the length of her neck, across her jaw and finally grazing his lips over hers.

  Chest heaving, face flushed, Clarissa traced the line of his jaw to his chin. She placed her forehead to his, steadying her breathing, not yet interested in removing his cock from her throbbing cunt.

  Somewhat reluctant, but having to do it; Mitch laid Clarissa back on the mattres
s and removed his exhausted cock from her throbbing depths. Clarissa protested, and he snickered at her reaction. Looking down into her dark eyes, still stormy with her desire he realized he may have met his match with this one. Just a few minutes, then you'll be as good as new, he told himself flopping over to his back and closing his eyes.

  "Wow!"

  Mitch's grin widened and he opened his eyes to lazily peer over at her, "Well thank you."

  "Huh?" her brow furrowed with confusion. "What? No..."

  "No," his grin was quickly replaced by a frown. What did she mean no? He mused. He was fucking great just then. She told him so herself; said he was amazing if he recalled correctly. A man doesn't forget those things.

  Laughing Clarissa nudged at his shoulder, pushing him over to his stomach.

  "Oh-my-god, that's amazing!" She exclaimed, running her fingers down the length of his back.

  "Oh that." Mitch sighed, enjoying the feel of her fingers caressing his back. He sometimes forgot he even had the tattoo on his back, until he got a reaction like hers from someone. A year or so ago he went and got himself involved with a tattoo artist, wild little thing named Chastity - boy, her name couldn't have been any further from the truth.

  She designed and tattooed it for him. It was a full back tattoo of Lucifer falling from grace. It was a stunning piece of work - masterfully detailed. He spent countless hours having it tattooed on his back, over the span of a couple of months. He paid in trade, his favourite payment method.

  Clarissa straddled his back, running her hands across her shoulders, massaging the tense muscle. His cock began to stiffen at the feel of her wet pussy rubbing against his lower back as she worked his shoulders. Burying his face in the pillow he sighed a second time, closing his eyes.