The white cinderblocks cool my heated back.

He's grazing my collarbone with his teeth.

Every part of this moment is hot.

I've never had sex in a stairwell before, nor have I been fingered on a glass balcony. There's been a lot of firsts tonight with Braden.

I guess that's what I like about him. Every day is different and every day we're together is a new adventure. If I’d known that somebody in the racing lifestyle would be like this, I’d have jumped in sooner.

We're both out for the same thing, the rush.

Maybe that's what attracted me to him all along. I knew he wasn't just a playboy. I knew he had layers of depth that I'm just starting to get to know and understand.

The more I find out about him, the more I like him. I know it doesn't help the fact that I'm torn between two worlds; whether to spy on him or not. But I'm not gonna think about that now. I'll focus on how he's about to fuck me in the stairwell and I'll never forget it.

"I want to take you home tonight," he growls into my ear. "But first, I just have to have you here."

I kiss him back, and it's a mad flurry of teeth and lips and seduction. He's grabbing my tits and trying to pull my dress off.

If anybody's watching right now we'd be in big trouble. This ups the ante for me and adds to the excitement.

What is it about Braden and me in public spaces?

"Tell me you want it," he says sternly.

I toy with him.

"What if I don't?"

My words make him flare with anger. He flashes me an erotic grin.

"I'll make you beg for it."

As if in a sign of my submission, he forces me down on my knees. He slides my dress up over my head and I'm naked. He's got his whole damn suit on, plus the trench coat, while here I am, nude, on my knees, in a stairwell.

He whips out his giant cock and the sight of it makes me feel brazen. I could do things to him that are out of my limits.

He wraps his fingers around my hair and spreads my lips open with his cock. I slide my tongue along his shaft.

Yes, he's got me begging for it. The sight of Braden's enormous cock always gets me wet. I need him inside of me, now.

But I resign myself to the fact that I do not control him here. He decides where and when. I trust him and he's usually always right.

For the moment, while it feels good to have his cock forcing its way down my throat, I can't help that tonight, all I want is for him to fuck me.

I moan around his cock because it feels so good and I'm getting so wet. I just came in and I'm ready to come again.

With one hand, he fingers my tits and with the other, he securely locks my head into place. He's forcing my head to rock back-and-forth along the length of his shaft.

I'm breathing and taking all of him in, as much as will fit. But all I can think is that I want more.

He's making me take him in deep, and it's rough, and I like it that way.

At the same time, that ache, the ever-persistent ache in my pussy is there. The only thing that can satisfy this is the feeling of him inside of me.

I want that enormous cock to fuck me into oblivion. I want to be filled up by it, punished by it, and undone by it. The only thing on my mind at this point his cock.

The idea that there's a huge cock sliding down my throat is nothing compared to the throbbing, pulsating pain radiating from within me. It's the pain of needing to be fucked.

I say none of this.

He thrusts into me and it’s not a gentle thrusting either. I open my mouth wide and try to take in his girth, as well as his length. It's damn near impossible but I don't give up.

I'm getting wetter by the second, as his cock becomes slick and coated with my spit. I almost want to start fingering myself, but then he'll know that I'm internally begging for it, just like he said I would be.

He forces himself deep into me for a long time. He's got me pinned to the corner, and if anybody walked by right now they'd think this was something out of a porn movie. Just my style.

I'm moaning out because I just can't help it. Braden is everything. Braden is life.

He looks down at me with a lustful, deviant kind of grin. He knows he's in control and he knows that he has me right where he wants me.

Seeing his dark eyes look down at me like this makes my pussy sticky. It is so much, to the point that I think my wetness is starting to drip all over the cement floor.

"Say it," he says through clenched teeth.

I'm silent aside from the slurping motion of me taking in his cock. I don't know why I'm defiant. It makes me feel good.

He forces himself down my throat, even more, making me gag. I want it so bad that I fear I'll cry out, with a lack of self-control.

He fucks my mouth when he knows what I really want is for him to move that enormous manhood inside of me.

"I could go like this all day, Jenna. You better say what I want to hear," he says as he pushes my head back-and-forth with a roughness that makes me desire more.

Choking on his cock feels so good. But it's not what I want. There's only one way I'm going to get what I want. And that's to tell him what he needs to hear. Fine.

I pull my head back and precum drips down the side of my lips. Before he's tempted to force me to return to the job I say what I need to say.

"I want you, Braden," I say with rebellious eyes. "I fucking want you, okay? Please, fuck me right here. I need it."

His eyes reflect the satisfaction of being right. I'm begging for it as he said I would.

Thank God, he jumps into action because I'm about to explode. He pulls me up and kisses me.

"Good girl,” he says gently. "Now, was that so hard?"

Yeah, it was. I hate admitting to him how bad I want him. I hate to admit to him that he's all I think about, that my body's starting to crave him in a primal way that I don't understand.

I'm in his strong arms, and he lifts me up and pushes me against the corner. My legs wrap around him.

His cock is right there, wet from my spit. He lifts my dress and slides it in easy. Inch by delicious inch, it's a mix of pain and pleasure. That's what I crave about him I guess.

I let go of small cries, whimpers even, as he inserts himself into me and it feels like divine bliss. I start to try to ride his cock, hoping for a release somehow, just to be relieved from this burning need. Everything in my body is telling me to get as much of him as possible.

"Is this what you’ve been wanting?" he says as he pushes it all the way in.

I'm gasping, trying to open all the way up to receive him. He goes slowly because I can't handle it faster now, not yet.

I hold onto his muscular shoulders and try to readjust my position that I can take in even more of his gorgeous length.

I avoid his eyes.

"Yes, Braden, this is what I want."

Without reserve, he fucks me hard. He pulls my chin up, so I'm forced to look at him.

"Look at me. Don't hide," he says.

I obey, but it's hard. To look at him means connecting. It means that this might amount to something more than what I'm ready for.

My back slams against the wall, but I don't even feel it because I'm so wrapped up in the feeling of him inside of me.

I'm spread wide, wide as can be. He takes control and fucks me hard...and fast, exactly how I like it.

Divine waves of pleasure easily come over me like I knew they would. It doesn't take much with him. Just the thought of Braden Masterson being inside of me is all I need to come.

"I'm coming. Braden, I'm coming," I say. "You feel so fucking good."

I'm trying to grind down into him, to help spread my orgasm over several minutes, but he doesn't even notice. He's plunging into me so hard. It's like he's in his own reality.

He closes his eyes and pushes into me for a few final throes. And with that, he gasps a frayed breath. I know he's reaching his climax and I come again and again, knowing that we're achieving this moment together.

Braden is everything to me. That's becoming apparent now. I'm addicted to his cock.

I come in several waves around him, as he pumps his hot essence into me. It's an experience that I can't describe. That point when you reach oneness with someone is spectacular.

I know we're connected and I don't know how but I know it should feel like this. Is this love? Is this lust? Or is it something in between?

All I do know is that I'm coming harder than I ever have before, and that I feel unified with this one man. I want him to have power over me and pleasure.

I want him to have the world.