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  He could easily get used to this treatment - and her. A charming, rich, sexy as hell woman on his arm wherever he went. Mind-blowing sex at his disposal. This woman could be the one to domesticate him, if he didn't watch out.

  Oh, and not to forget the Gallardo, and how she drove like she was a Nascar driver; presumably taught to drive by her old man. He'd tried to guess who her father was while she drove earlier, but he had nothing. Couldn't even wager a guess. "So who's your father anyhow?" he asked trying to give off the air of indifference, but it was eating at him to know.

  She bent over him; her breasts pressed against his back and began to kiss the back of his neck. "Not saying," she whispered seductively in his ear, and then sat back up on him.

  This put his cock into full gear. It sprang to full life, eager to dive back into her; the mystery of her father all but forgotten. "I don't say this often but I think you're going to wear me out," he cautioned as he flipped to his back.

  He loved the wicked smile she gave him, which carried up to her eyes. Mitch ran his fingers down her chest, then over her flat stomach, ending at her bald pussy. Parting the lips, he exposed her swollen clit. He pinched it between his fingers, rolling and teasing it.

  Clarissa arched her back, her long, satiny smooth dark hair cascading down her back as she let her head fall back.

  Mitch loved the view of her as she began to rock against his hand, her large pert breasts bouncing as she moved. "Come over here," he ordered, grabbing her ass cheeks and urging her to straddle his face.

  Opening her hungry eyes and looking down she smiled and obliged, positioning her pussy over his face and taking hold of the wooden headboard for support. He pulled her pussy to his mouth, burying his face into his soaked cunt.

  He loved it! Loved the way she moaned as his tongue flicked and sucked on her clit and loved the way she moved her hips as his tongue dove deep into her. As his mouth continued to devour her, his finger now sleek from her juices worked it way to her tight ass. He tested he ass, his finger nudging at the opening.

  Startled, Clarissa froze and her breath caught in her throat. After a moment she bucked against his finger and tongue. He thought he might just come then and there as he pressed his finger deeper into her anus.

  She rode his mouth, the headboard banging against the wall with increasing force as she came closer. By the time he had his finger buried to the knuckle he felt the tremors shoot through her body, she screamed his name just as a new wave of heated juice dripped over his mouth and chin.

  Sighing, Clarissa relaxed over him a contented smile on her face.

  "We're not finished yet, baby," Mitch told her, flipping her over to her back. He parted her legs, and knelt between them. He grabbed his cock and gave it a few fast, firm jerks.

  Closing her eyes, a satisfied smile cross her lips as she spread her legs wide for him.

  "Give me everything you've got," she challenged opening her eyes again and chewed at her bottom lip.

  "I'm going to make you wish you never said that," he warned, taking hold of her legs and placing them over his shoulders, so her ass was suspended in the air. Mitch didn't need to check to see if she was ready for him, his face covered in her release was evidence enough that she was. Running his cock along her slit, he settled the head at her opening.

  Reaching up over her head and grasping the rungs of the headboard, Clarissa wiggled her hips urging his cock to enter. With a growl, Mitch thrust into her, hard and deep.

  Clarissa tightened her grip on the headboard and met his thrusts, working in sync with him. Mitch watched as his cock slid in and out. Fuck, he loved to watch! It slid effortlessly into her, disappearing deep within. Her soft tight heated pussy surrounded it, welcoming it in.

  Despite this being his third round for the night, watching his cock disappear into her, was bringing him fast to release. He exposed her quivering clit and began playing with it

  - stroking and teasing. Her moans increased, and body began to tense.

  "Come with me baby," he said, preparing himself to let go. He strained to keep himself from coming, waiting for her. But fuck, a few more thrusts and he'd be done.

  "Oh god, I'm coming," she cried out, as a heat flooded over his cock. As if on cue he released with one final thrust sheathing his cock fully into her. Three waves shot through him, pouring his seed into her.

  Releasing the rungs of the headboard, Clarissa lowered her ankles from his shoulders to the bed and sat up. She pulled his mouth down to hers and kissed his lips, which still tasted like her. "Damn I taste good on you," she purred, her dark eyes looking fully satisfied.

  Cupping the back of her head with his hand he pulled her up to him and reclaimed her lips, his tongue duelling with hers for a moment before finally releasing her. Exhausted he flopped back on the bed and pulled her next to him.

  "It's official; you've worn me out woman," he admitted grinning. To his surprise, she leaned over, kissed him quickly and got up from the bed, grabbing her clothing from the floor. His grin faded. Where is she going? He propped himself up on his elbows. "What are you doing?"

  "Going to go get something to eat, coming?" she responded leaving the bedroom, in search of the rest of her clothing.

  What he really wanted to do was sleep, but his stomach was feeling a bit empty and to accent the point it grumbled. "Yup," he called back. Heaving a heavy sigh, he slid off the bed in search of his clothing.

  Yup, she just may be my undoing, he mused.

  Chapter 4

  ~ Saturday ~

  "Are you sure this isn't going to hurt?" Clarissa asked removing her black blouse, revealing a black lace push-up bra, and passing it to Mitch

  "It won't hurt much." Mitch replied, taking the shirt and pulling up a chair. Sitting down across from her, and gave her bare shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

  Clarissa sat down where she had been told to by the tattooist, and leaned over the padded counter like she had been instructed. After seeing Mitch's tattoo last night she finally decided to get one. She'd been considering it for years, but Rodger hated them, telling her it looked trashy so she never did.

  So now she and Mitch were sitting in a tattoo parlour in Grand Junction, Colorado and she was getting the tattoo she had been wanting for years now.

  "What do you think of this sketch?"

  Clarissa looked over the picture the tattoo artist was showing her. It was two pistols sketched barrel to barrel. She planned on getting it put on her upper back, between her shoulder blades. She looked up at the twenty-something bald headed, heavily tattooed man who was about to brand her for life and nodded. "It looks wonderful."

  "Great, I'll be back in a minute and we can start."

  Once the tattooist was gone she looked back at Mitch. Just looking at him sent shivers up her spine and made her pussy ache. When she awoke that morning her body was actually sore from all the fucking they had done the previous evening and into the night, and again that morning. She'd forgotten what it was like to be with a man who had such stamina and desire to be with her. She was enjoying her time with him, so much she was starting to dread it ending.

  But still... there was something about him that didn't sit right with her. He was so closed about his life and who he was. He asked a lot of questions, and was an excellent listener, but so closed off about himself. Even as she sat facing him, her chin on the padded counter, looking into his deep blue eyes, she could tell there were many secrets locked up behind those eyes.

  What do you care anyhow? You only picked him up for a few days of fun and fucking, a voice in the back of her mind reminded her. And the voice was right. She didn't want a relationship; at least not right now. All she wanted was to have some fun and find out who she was, without a man in her life. The last thing she needed was a relationship, it was too soon. Besides, she doubted he was interested in anything more than a few day fling and a ride to Vegas... or wherever it was that he was going.

  The tattoo artist was back, pulling her from her thoughts
. She watched intently as he prepared the gun. She swung her gaze back to Mitch, "Are you sure this isn't going to hurt?"

  He shook his head, "Nah, if it hurt do you think I would have gotten my entire back done?"

  He has a point, she supposed. She heard the tattooist's chair roll up behind her and he placed a hand on her back. She cringed and waited.

  "I'm going to need you to stay very still alright?" The tattooist asked from behind her.

  "Ready?"

  She nodded her head. "No problem."

  At the sound of the needle buzzing she closed her eyes and waited. A smile touched her lips when she felt Mitch's hand take hers and give it a squeeze. At that moment she realized how grateful she was for his company the past couple days. The pinch of the needle as it pierced her flesh broke her from her relaxed state.

  "Oh you liar," she exclaimed opening her eyes and fighting the urge to smack him.

  Knowing she couldn't move, she settled for simply glaring at him.

  Mitch threw back his head and laughed. "Well if I told you it was a painful would you have gone through with it?"

  "No," she admitted.

  Raising an eyebrow at her, he smiled. "Well that's why I told you it didn't."

  She growled at him, but a smile touched her lips. "You'll be paying for this."

  "I certainly hope so," he replied.

  ****

  "Stop here," Mitch instructed motioning to an abandoned service station.

  "Here? Why do we want to stop here?" Clarissa asked, but pulled in anyhow. They had just left the tattoo parlour and her back was stinging like a bitch. She just wanted to get to a hotel and enjoy Mitch - more specifically Mitch's cock.

  "Just pull around to the back," his eyes searched their surroundings as she did as he instructed.

  "You know this place reminds me of one of those old abandon service stations where people get kidnapped and murdered, while in the process of screwing," she commented as she parked the car behind the station, out of view from the highway. "So why-"

  Mitch was already out of the car and standing near the hood motioning for her to join him.

  "Alright," she muttered to herself, getting out and walking over to him. "If some crazed misfit comes out of the woods and tears us to bits with a chainsaw, remember I told you so."

  "There won't be I promise," he assured her, giving her that sweet, sexy smile that tended to make her knees weak. Despite his tone being light, his eyes said something entirely different. His eyes were hungry for her, again.

  Clarissa laughed lightly, "Oh you have got to be kidding me Mitch. Here? In the mid-afternoon? Behind a closed up Pump and Go station?"

  He stepped up to her, pulling her tight into his arms. "Here," he confirmed undoing the buttons on her blouse.

  She felt his erection, as it pressed against the thin material of the black slacks she was wearing and moaned; her desire for him quickly rising to meet his for her. Her body screamed out for him and her pussy - still sore from the rigorous sex the past couple days

  - heated up, pulsating between her legs.

  Quickly, she unbuckled his belt, and undid his jeans, pushing them down over his hips, freeing his cock. Taking hold of his dick she began to stroke it, taking satisfaction in the moan that escaped his lips.

  Finished with the buttons on her blouse, he pushed it off her shoulders. "You have no idea how hard I was, having to look at those beautiful tits of yours in that tattoo parlour and not being able to do a damned thing about it." He leaned down capturing her lips. He sucked on her lower lip then deepened the kiss, while working on the button and zipper on her pants.

  Mitch's mouth worked its way down her neck, sending shivers through her. Her panties became uncomfortably wet. "Damn, I want you," she moaned, arching her back as his mouth made its way to her chest. The chill in the air had turned her nipples into hardened peaks under the thin lace. He pulled the lace down, exposing her lush breasts to him.

  "You'll get it soon baby," he confirmed, slipping a hand into her open pants in search of her wet heat. He found it, causing her to gasp and clutch to his shoulders.

  Her hips rocked against his hand, as she jerked his large cock in firm, fluid motions.

  "God, I love your cock!"

  He chuckled. Straightening up, he removed his hand from her and licked his finger clean. "And I love that hot little pussy of yours." He kissed her quickly, "Turn around."

  Doing as told, she turned and fell back into his embrace as he circled his arms around her and fondled her breasts. His fingertips rolled the nubs between them. His hands then fell to the waistband of her pants and pulled them down over her hips and to her ankles.

  Placing a knee on the warm hood of the car, she bent over it, bracing herself with her hands in front of her. Clarissa gasped when he crouched behind her, spread her ass cheeks and licked her from her clit to her anus, rimming her ass. "Mitch, please. Give it to me!" She shivered partially from the cool air as it tickled her exposed pussy and partially from the anticipation.

  He licked the length of her a second time, circling he tight anus with his tongue. "I'm taking that sweet ass of yours tonight baby," he promised standing.

  Tremors rocked her body. God she wanted him, wanted it! She didn't care where or how, she just wanted that thick cock of his in her somewhere. Now! "Dammit, you're cruel." she complained wiggling her ass in an attempted to entice him to enter it.

  Mitch ran his hands up her outer thigh and caressed her ass cheeks. "You don't know the half of it," he replied chuckling and giving her a quick swat on the ass.

  Clarissa yelped. Her whole body was on fire, her ass cheek stinging. She needed him so damned bad. "If you don't give it to me soon, I've getting out the vibrator," she threatened.

  "We'll also be using that later." he ran the tip of his cock between the lips of her pussy, from her clit to her ass, the back down again. Bringing it back to the entrance to her pussy he paused for a moment, and then thrust hard into her. His balls slapping against her slick pussy as he thrust.

  "Oh-my-god," Clarissa gasped, as she pushed against him.

  He gripped her hips and pulled her onto him, with each thrust, the head of his cock rubbed against the sensitive spot inside her inner wall. He thrust slowly at first, but the need for release quickly overtook his desire to prolong the experience. Besides there was always the chance of someone showing up and catching them. He had to admit the idea of someone showing up excited him further, however that would put a damper on things.

  She looked amazing, her hair blowing wildly around her, her face flushed, his cock disappearing into her at an increasingly frantic pace and her tits jiggling back and forth with the motion. Stunning indeed. The crazy thought of settling down with her ran through his mind, making him pause in mid-stride, then the thought was gone and he was again lost in the sensations rushing through him.

  Her body was experiencing a mix of pleasurable sensations, in direct contrast with each other. The cool wind teased her nipples and wet pussy when he pulled out, then she'd feel the heat of his cock as it roughly thrust into her. Clarissa found herself imagining someone was in the woods, or in the gas station watching as he pounded his cock into her. The thought of someone watching turned the fire within her into an inferno.

  "Are you going to come for me baby," he asked, sliding a hand between her legs and pinching her swollen clit, just the way she seemed to like it.

  "Yes, soon. So soon," she promised and moaned, pressing against him with greater force. His cock grew increasingly rigid; she could feel his growing need to release. But she was close as well. Moments away. Just as she hit the summit he was releasing, filling her pussy with his cum. That was enough to send her into the bliss of her own sweet climax. With one final moan her body let go, her juices mixing with his.

  She sighed, pushing herself off the hood of the car and back into his awaiting arms.

  "You're so beautiful Clarissa," he whispered in her ear. He gently pulled her pants back up an
d buttoned them, before taking care of his own. Once done he pulled her back against him again, in another warm embrace.

  A satisfied sigh, escaped her lips and she tilted her head to look into his gorgeous blue eyes. She traced his jaw with her index finger. Such a handsome man. She hated the idea that tomorrow they'd be parting ways, even though it was for the best.

  "Are you coming with me to Vegas," she couldn't keep herself from asking.

  He paused, she could tell by the look on his face that he was trying to make a decision.

  He had never said how far he was going with her and she had never asked, but now she was curious. Needed to know.

  Mitch reached around her and grabbed her blouse, then planted a kiss on her bare shoulder. "If you want me to come along there is no place I'd rather be."

  ****

  As they got back in the car and went in search of a hotel for the night Mitch was fighting with something he never knew he had, or at least hadn't heard from in a long time. His conscience.

  His original intent was to do what he always did, milk her for whatever he could get from her and move on. It was apparent she was wealthy so it could have been a good con for him, but he couldn't. Something about her was changing him, and he didn't like it one bit. He was a wanderer, a drifter. He answered to no one, but himself. Did and went as he pleased. But in her presence he found himself desiring a domesticated life. A real job, a home, maybe a family...

  He growled at himself. He didn't like where this woman took his thoughts. If he stayed with her much longer he feared that what he'd been avoiding all his life would be exactly where he'd end up. In a committed relationship.

  Maybe he'd be able to settle down for a while. Perhaps for a couple of years, but the wanderlust would eventually eat at him. It would eat at him until he finally gave in, hurting her and himself in the process.