I can hardly wait to get her back to the car.

My cock is twitching uncomfortably against my pants.

That little scene in the restaurant was just the thing I needed to tip me off as to how Katy’s really feeling―she wouldn’t have come like that if there wasn’t someplace inside of her that wants me bad.

I find myself thinking of her more often than I should. I find myself imagining how it would feel to come inside of her again.

Like I said, she has the most gorgeous pussy I’ve ever seen. I want to claim it―and her. These are all new feelings for me, because I’m starting to feel possessive, like she’s mine and no one else’s.

So I take her hand and lead her back to the car. In my mind, I’m thinking that I’m not sure we can make it all the way. I think I’m going to have to claim her inside of my car or on top of it.

I knew my Mercedes was good for something other than driving.

I hold her hand, and we walk down a dark alleyway to the parking lot at the back of the building. I guess it’s supposed to be an exclusive parking area―I’m not sure―but it’s covered in darkness, and it’s the perfect place to hatch my little plan.

I start sliding my hands down her body, pulling her to me so that she can feel my cock rising against my pants. She takes hold of it, and the feeling of her hand on my member makes me want to come right here.

“I want you, Marcus. You made me come so hard in there. I’ve never done that in a restaurant before. You’re crazy,” she says.

“Baby, you have no idea,” I reply.

Intense feelings are starting to rise inside my chest for this one woman. I don’t know what’s going on with me, and I don’t care to ask. The only thing I’m thinking about now is how it will feel to slide my giant cock inside of Katy.

A war of emotions is raging inside of me. I can’t decide what Katy is to me. She’s obviously more than a one night fuck, but she’s less than a girlfriend.

I don’t do girlfriends. I have to remind myself of that constantly when I’m in her presence.

I find the car and bend her over the hood of it as I stroke her beautiful ass. Then I take my large cock out of its confinement.

I slide her thong over from its place across her pussy and it’s already wet...for me.

I push two fingers into her and the thing is, she’s already so wet. Her desire for me is obvious.

I remove my fingers and put the tip of my cock inside of her. It’s just enough to get her going, to get her wanting more.

“More, Marcus. I want more,” she says.

I love the way she begs for it. I want her to want me so much that the words escape her mouth, so that the truth escapes her.

I know she’s into me. I know she feels our connection.

I slide my cock in a few more inches. There’s still a lot of me left to go, but I want to draw this out. I want to immerse myself into every second and every moment of pleasure with her. I want to relish this feeling.

And so I thrust into her at a tantalizingly slow rate.

She’s begging for it. “Marcus, please, just fuck me hard. Please.”

She’s practically whimpering, and that’s the way I like it. She wants my cock bad, and I’m about to give it to her.

I push into her deeper so that she’s crying out my name, and I have to clasp my hand over her mouth so that she doesn’t betray our location to anybody else.

It’s technically a crime to fuck in a parking lot in the city. Not that Katy seems to mind cops or being in jail.

I slap her ass as I press my cock into her. Her skin flushes a lovely shade of pink. She’s crying out against my hand. There’s no going back now. I’m about to take her over the cliff.

“That’s good, Katy,” I say gripping her hips. “You’re so fucking wet.”

I fuck her hard against the car. She’s nicely bent over the hood so that I have perfect access to her sweet little cunt and her perfectly sculpted round ass.

I decide to take it up another level. And so I sink a couple of fingers into her beautiful ass to make the sensation of me inside of her rise even higher.

With this motion, she cries out and bites down on my fingers that are trying to stifle her moans.

I know she wants it bad because she’s getting so wet around my cock. The length and girth of my cock is hard for any woman to take, but she’s doing nicely considering how wet she is. I slide in and out of her at a rhythmic pace. And I tease her ass with my fingers.

“Finger yourself, baby. It’ll make it easier,” I say into her ear.

She slides her hand down between the car and her body and starts to go at her clit. She fingers herself as I thrust into her, and it’s all so good set against the blackness of a New York City night.

“Katy, you’re so fucking good. I want you to come.”

She whimpers even more, moaning against my hand.

“Come now, Katy,” I demand.

She does as I say, and I fucking love it. She lets herself explode, and I can feel her quivering body pulsating beneath the weight of my thrusts.

That’s my cue to let go, too. I spray my hot load into her and pull out just in time to spray half of it over her ass. Even in the darkness, I can see my cum gleaming all over her flushed skin.

I spank her one more time for good measure and leave her panting, swollen, and nicely fucked over the hood of my car.

Eventually, after moments of ragged breathing, she pulls herself up and tries to straighten herself out with a sense of dignity. There’s no more dignity left for her. I’m becoming more and more aware of how much she wants my thick cock.

I know it must be all she dreams about, and that’s how I want it. She better not even cast her gaze towards any other man or my jealousy will go off the top.

I feel possessive of her and as though she’s mine.

These feelings are new to me, but I welcome them. Being with her gives me a rush of power like none I’ve ever known. Being with her is better than making money, and it’s better than being on a goddamn private island.

She’s got me addicted. And I want her wrapped so tightly around my finger that she’ll do whatever I want from now on. I want her to be at my every command, and so far it’s working.

“That was incredible, Marcus. I can’t stand up,” she says wavering, looking nearly dizzy. “I’ve been fucked on a car before but never on the hood of a Mercedes.”

I look at her and try to tame the fire that’s swelling up within my belly.

She better be fucking joking. I don’t want to know about any of the other guys she’s ever fucked. I want to be the only one in her life from now on.

Of course, I don’t tell her any of this. How could I? My feelings may be unrequited.

I could never put myself out on the line like that without knowing how she feels. For all I know, I’m just some guy to her. I know she thinks I’m a good fuck, but what are we beyond that?

And besides, I’m here to protect my company. I continually have to remind myself that she’s my enemy. Since she’s probably going to go home and start hacking away at the company I built from scratch, I need to remember who I’m dealing with.

The problem with Katy is that she’s so fucking beautiful and interesting to be around that I sometimes forget that I’m here as a spy. My mission becomes less clear as business and pleasure start to merge into each other.

She looks at me expectantly, and I go around the car and open the passenger side door for her.

I don’t feel like I’m done with her yet. I feel like I could fuck her into the night and still not be satisfied.

I feel like with her, I’m going to constantly be wanting more, and the fire will never go out. Instead, it will burn eternally, and I will always have a craving for this beautiful, gorgeous, criminal.