I was always up for a good challenge. Especially when I knew that what I would ask for in return would be so much better than anything she could have expected.

Kendra didn’t have a chance. Didn’t she know who I was? What I was capable of achieving? And though I never mentioned anything about how much I wanted to fuck her in every desirable orifice she offered, sex was the only thing on my mind. Even when delving into the explosion of tastes and marveling in conversation, deciding how I was going to fuck her was always in the back of my mind.

Somehow we managed to hit on nearly every topic—from places we dreamed of traveling, to the most disgusting foods we’d ever tried—without ever bringing up any of the drama that seemed to have plagued our relationship from the very beginning. That in itself was refreshing, but not as energizing as the feeling of having her tight cunt wrapped around my cock.

Swallowing down her last bite of naan, Kendra lifted her glass of water to her mouth and curled her lips over the rim. Feeling my bulge stiffen, I watched her lean back and flash me a heated look. It was clear she was satisfied with the meal and ready to get on with dessert—me.

“Now that our plates are empty—” I broke the silence.

Her gaze cast to the table as she flicked her brows.

“Is it safe for me to discuss that taboo topic you refused to talk about while we ate?”

Sliding her tongue over the top of her teeth, she said, “Depends.”

The corners of my eyes crinkled. “On?”

“Whether or not you want to decide how best to fuck me tonight.” She lifted her chin with confidence.

Chuckling, I turned my head and nodded. “By phrasing it like that,” I turned back and fixed my gaze on her, “it sounds to me like I’m going to get fucked regardless.”

Taking her cloth napkin from her lap, she set it on the table in front of her. “Only an arrogant man would think that.”

“And am I arrogant?” I arched a brow.

When her foot landed on my crotch, I sucked back a breath of surprise. She stroked her toe over my hardness and said, “Most definitely.”

We were both laughing when our host was back with the credit card and bill. Taking the pen between my fingers, I scribbled my signature on the tab, making sure to give him a generous tip before standing. Naturally, Kendra glanced at my strained pants, but what the fuck did I care? Delaying the inevitable was torture. There was no sense in hiding my unyielding attraction for her, or how I was so turned on by all the things I was imagining inside my head.

When I offered her my hand, her eyes drifted off my erection up to my eyes. Closing my fingers around her hand, I pulled her to her feet with zero interest in going soft from here to the car.

First I kissed her, then I spun her around with my hand on the small of her back allowing her to lead us to the exit. Tucking her back up against me, she did a marvelous job at hiding my arousal. Sex seeped from my pores and before I knew it, we were outside and standing next to my car.

She twisted around to fall into my chest. Crashing my lips over hers, she thrust her tongue against mine. The spices of the meal continued to dazzle my senses and the passion in the way she kissed me back only intensified the agony I felt boiling inside my core.

Kendra backpedaled while shoving her fingers through my hair and soon I had her pinned against the car. She clung and scratched as I pushed more of my weight against her small frame. The seal of our lips broke and she immediately gasped. Laboring through panted breaths, she gazed up at me from beneath her brow. Unable to resist the temptation of her beauty, I crashed my lips down on hers once again.

“Now—” I took her face in my hand the next time I came up for air. “Where should I begin fucking you?”

Her tongue darted over her lips as her pulse ticked in her neck. She blinked in thought, as if wanting to make the perfect decision herself.

Reaching under her dress, her mound was hot and damp, ready to be pummeled by my needy cock. “Jesus, woman. Feel you. It would be too easy to take you now.” Her seduced eyes danced with mine. “You’re not easy, are you?”

The corner of her lip curled.

Rubbing her pussy through her lace garments, I slid my tongue into her mouth. She sucked it passionately before I opened the door, telling her, “Get those pretty lips of yours ready.” She fell into her seat and gave me a questioning look. “You’ll be sucking my cock the moment I get behind the wheel.”

She smacked her lips and curled her claws at my arousal.

Closing her car door, I jogged around the back of the vehicle, laughing. Without a moment’s hesitation, I found myself sitting in the driver’s seat with one hand on my zipper. But before I got too far in working myself free, Kendra reached her hand over and stopped me.

Her chest rose and fell in nervous little breaths.

My brows pinched as I gave her a look of frustration.

“I have one condition.” Her soft, sexy voice only made the pain swelling my cock that much more unbearable.

Giving her an arched look, I slid my fingers to the nape of her neck. Her skin prickled at my touch and her nipples poked through her dress. “I’m all ears.”

“You take us on the 405 and drive fast.”

Unbuttoning a top button on my shirt to cool off, I asked, “How fast?”

She looked out the front windshield before fixing her eyes back on me. “One-hundred miles per hour fast.”

A jolt of electricity twitched my manhood. Her request was dangerous, risky, and highly attractive. I liked it. I appreciated her willingness to up the stakes. Because, besides wanting to get my dick sucked good and hard, putting our lives on the line would not only get me off, it would give me an early opportunity to escape the immense guilt I had been doing a fabulous job at keeping bottled up and away from Kendra’s innocent ears. She didn’t need to know about Tonya. And she certainly didn’t need to know that I might have been the reason Tonya was now dead.

“One-hundred isn’t shit,” I said, wrapping my left hand over the steering wheel.

Kendra’s cheeks glowed as she pulled her hand away from my lap, buckling herself in. Then she threaded her hand back under my arm and dove inside my pants, pulling out my swollen and throbbing rod. “I’m ready when you are.”

Turning the key over, the engine revved and she began stroking my shaft.

“No seatbelt?” she asked as I backed out.

“Live dangerously, right?” I put the car in gear and popped the clutch.

Her head flew back into the headrest as I sped away. She was practically drooling at the mouth she was so horny with cock on her mind. Making our way to the highway was the slowest, most agonizing drive of my entire life. Kendra knew exactly what she was doing as she palmed my purple head, keeping her gaze focused out front. She did just enough to get me hungry and keep her entertained. My old self hated her for her patience she was demonstrating now. But my new self, the part of me that I had rediscovered since being with her, admired her for not giving up the control she knew she had over me.

When we pulled onto the onramp of the highway, I glanced in her direction. The street lights sparkled in her jades and together we shared a moment of excitement. Like this was the beginning. Or maybe the end. Either way, it didn’t matter because we were together, doing what we loved in an attempt to drown out the pain the outside world presented.

“Hang on,” I said as I pushed in the clutch, dropping a gear and letting the engine go to work.

Kendra kept a close eye on the speedometer.

40.

My foot pressed further down on the gas pedal.

50.

She unbuckled her belt and applied more pressure to my shaft.

Shifting to fifth gear, we hit 75.

My abs flexed and she angled her body closer, keeping her eye on the dash.

I gave the car more juice as we hit 90.

Then she lowered herself down into my lap.

“Ninety-eight,” I said, feeling her hot breath swirling over my tip. A bead of pre-cum was ready to meet her mouth. And when we hit 100, her lips suctioned over my shaft.

The warmth. The comfort. The feeling of finally getting what she promised after suffering through a couple hours of resistance was enough to make me want to immediately explode.

With one hand on the wheel, I let my other one fall to the back of her skull as her head bobbed up and down in my lap.

Her slurps and flicks of the tongue were equally as needy as the heat strengthening in my groin. Focusing on the road ahead, I passed one truck and hit the gas.

Kendra spit me out and stroked my shaft. And when she closed her lips back around my dick again, I held speeds of 105 no problem. Zipping in and out of traffic with my head firmly pressed into the back of my seat, I drove with tunnel vision.

Blowing out a breath, I focused on keeping my eyes from crossing. It was damn near impossible as Kendra feverishly worked me closer to the edge of no return. Both our lives were in my hands. One wrong overcorrection of the wheel and we were dead.

This was about trust.

This was about adventure.

And, most importantly, it was about committing through submission and finding our escape.

Circling her tongue over the tip of my helmet, my hips bucked uncontrollably. And when she flipped her hair over to one side, I clamped my fingers around the base of her skull and guided her mouth further down my shaft.

Swallowing the entire length of me, she choked me down as I tightened my grip on the steering wheel, keeping the tires straight and steady. “Tell me how much you love sucking my cock.”

She spit me out and licked the entire length of me before saying, “I fucking love getting throat fucked by you.”

Laughing, it was impossible not to speed up after that. Kendra was a dirty girl. A woman who I would do anything for. And I didn’t want to lose her—lose this. What we had was special, an unlikely match.

“Shit,” I moaned when she swirled her tongue and did something she hadn’t ever done before.

Heat spun at the base of my spine, my entire body sweating. Glancing down at what she was doing, I refused to allow myself to come. This was the escape I was seeking—the only way I could truly take my focus off of everything else crumbling down around me. Living in the moment, fast and furious.

“That’s it.”

Her mouth was hot and tight. Flexing my muscles, I bit back my need to come.

Suddenly, I looked up at the road and quickly yanked on the wheel. The tires squealed and Kendra flew across the car, her shoulders hitting the door. Avoiding a near collision, I swerved around the car and took the first exit with a racing heart.

There was shock in Kendra’s eyes, but when I slowed the car to a stop we both started to laugh. Sliding out of her panties, Kendra crawled into my lap and slid herself down on my dick. Cupping her breasts and ass, I guided her up and down, saying, “Look what you made me do.”