Her pussy is nice and hot, and I glide in and out of her, relishing the sensation of the cool air against my ass and the warmth against my dick.

I pull her legs farther apart and wrap them around my waist, so I can get in deeper. She complies. She arches her back against the wall and lowers her head, watching me fuck her.

That view alone has me on the brink. Makes me wanna bust my load inside that sweet pussy.

I’m not going to though. I’m going to draw this out, and I’m going to make it good.

A little voice in my mind reminds me that we’re out in the open, that anyone could come upon us at any time, and that isn’t a position I want to be caught in. There are other cars in the lot—people are clearly eating at the restaurant directly next to us.

Her front door keys are still in her hand, her knuckles white as she squeezes them while I fuck her. I want to keep screwing her here.

There’s something about the thrill of possibly being caught that makes this so much hotter, but there is a responsible part of my brain that still exists even when my cock is in the driver’s seat. I pull the keys from her hand.

“Which one opens the door?” I ask. I don’t stop fucking her, sliding in and out even as I make her find the key to the front door. She hands it to me, and I reward her, bringing my hand to her clit and pinching it between my index finger and thumb. She cries out then clasps her hand over her mouth.

Clearly, I’m not the only one concerned about being caught.

I take her key and shove it in the lock, twisting it until the door gives way. I press it in, and I wrap my hands around her ass, my dick buried deep inside her as I walk us inside. I close the door and turn the lock, an old habit, and then I press her back against a new wall and slam into her, hard.

She gasps and moans, watches me, her eyes glued to my cock as it slides in and out of her pussy.

“You like to watch?”

When she looks up at me, her eyes are glassy with lust.

“Yes,” she says. She looks back down, and I want her to see more. She likes to watch?

Let’s find a mirror and get a real show.

I stop pumping into her, and she looks up at me, confused.

I don’t give her an answer as I make my way down the hall, shuffling with my pants around my thighs. It’s a long, narrow passageway that opens up to a living room on the right and another hallway with a bathroom and a bedroom on the left.

I turn left, my dick still crammed inside her. She’s curious as to what I’m doing—the answer will come soon enough.

I turn on the bathroom light and grin—there’s a large mirror above the sink. Across from the mirror is a small amount of wall and then her shower. I lean her back against the wall, then glance back.

“Now how’s that for a view?” I ask, pressing my lips against her neck. She shivers, and I bring my finger and thumb back to her clit, twirling it around between them as I pick up my rhythm again, starting out slow before I pound into her.

I study her face as she watches me fuck her in the bathroom mirror.

“You’re going to come for me,” I command. “What does it take for you to come?”

“Spread my legs. Stay on my clit.”

I grin at her.

I like a woman who knows what she wants. I shift my legs apart to get a better position, and then I spread her wide, her pussy gaping open as I fuck it, pressing her back against the wall.

I take my thumb and press it against her clit, my other fingers spreading her lips apart as far as they’ll go.

She throws her head back and closes her eyes, crying out with each thrust.

Her legs shake, and I increase the pressure on her clit, circling it, flicking it, pressing against it.

She tries to buck against me, but I have her pinned. I can have my way with her, however I want.

Her body is mine to fuck as I please, and I do, pounding into her. I relish the sensation of my balls slapping her ass, and her moans grow louder as she nears her orgasm. I consider pulling out, dragging it out, but I don’t. I don’t want her to come only once.

I want to see her face like this again, enmeshed in passion, her lips curled in a perfect, succulent O.

I remove my hand and, instead of spreading her wide, I press my pinky finger against her puckered little asshole.

It does the trick. She pulses wildly against me. Her walls clench against my dick, which is still rock hard inside her.

I want to come, but I hold back. I slide out of her. Her cunt gapes as she melts against me.

“Ben…” she breathes, and I carry her out of the bathroom.

The bedroom is the next room over, and I lay her on a queen-sized bed, my hands pulling her dress up and over her head. She still has that white little thong on, and I tug it down, pull it off.

I toss it to the floor and stare at her fully naked body. She has perfect curves, her breasts exactly how I pictured them. Of course, it wasn’t hard to. They’ve been beckoning to me since the moment I saw her, through that transparent dress.

I pounce next to her on the bed, hovering over her body. I want to taste her. I want to know what her cum tastes like.

I run my tongue along her collarbone, circling around the full tissue of her breast, purposefully avoiding the nipple area.

“Play with yourself,” I command.

Her hands dart to her breasts, and she squeezes her little nipples as I lick. I don’t suck on the tender nubs, letting her handle them as my tongue makes a winding path farther down, over her belly to the top of her hip.

I spread her legs again, and a tiny trickle of cum drips down her slit. I’m quite parched. I want a taste. I dip my head and lick that juice up, swallowing it with gusto. Her body lurches at the touch, and I hold her down.

“Keep playing with yourself,” I say, and she doesn’t respond. I look up to make sure she’s listening, and I’m pleased to see her pinching at her nipples. Good. I tilt my head back down and stick out my tongue. I’ve always been blessed with a long, pointed tongue.

I delve it into her pussy, tasting her fully as I set a new pace, fucking her with my slick, wet mouth. I remember her earlier instruction, and I spread her legs wide as I slide my tongue up and down her slit before stroking it in and out of her cunt. I pull away.

“Now play with your clit while I fuck you with my tongue.”

Again, she obeys me, her hand darting to her glistening bean. She moans as she rolls it around in a circle, and I bring my tongue back to her pussy, where I curl it up inside her as I lick and lick her boxlike a lollipop.

She tastes just as sweet.

She moans again.

I increase my pace, lapping her juices as they come out, her arousal driving me on. I pull away and blow on her clit while she strokes it. The cool air on her sensitive skin drives her wild.

I’m ready for a turn again. I slam her legs together and lift them directly into the air. Her lips press together, and I slide her to the end of the bed so I can stand. I poke my dick’s head into her opening. I hold her legs tightly, her cunt tighter for the angle as I press myself in an inch at a time.

Her hands claw at the mattress. I pick up the pace again, turning her to the side while keeping her legs together. She thinks she likes to be spread wide? Try this. My orgasm builds as I pump into her, her cunt slick with cum and spit.

“Play with yourself, now,” I command again. Her palms shoot to her breasts, and I watch her play while I fuck her, enjoying the view. She pulls and tugs at her nipples. She gasps in pleasure. Another orgasm builds up in her, and I thrust harder. She screams out in ecstasy, and I push even harder.

“Ben,” she pants. “Harder. Oh, god!”

I do as she asks, increasing my pace until I’m fucking her as hard as I can, my dick slamming in and out of her as I hold her legs still and completely upright.

She screams again, and her second orgasm pulses against my raging hard dick. I can’t hold back anymore. Two more pumps and I’m squirting. My dick survives a few more pumps before I slide out, sated. I crash onto the bed next to her, breathing hard as we lie side by side.

Slowly, reality sets in. She tenses and scoots away, her naked body shimmering even in the dark.

“I better go,” I say. She doesn’t need to be the one to say it. I can already tell where this is going.

She nods. “That was… great, Ben. Thanks.”

It feels like we should be shaking hands or something. I stand and pull up my pants from my ankles. By the time I look up, Naomi is wearing a white fluffy robe.

“Let me know if you need any more information about the case. I am happy to help,” she says.

She’s tantalizing in her robe. I’m tempted to strip it from her shoulders and give her one more orgasm before I leave, but I can tell she’s ready for me to go. In and out, I guess. There are worse ways to spend one’s time.

“I appreciate that. Until we meet again, then,” I say. I bend and grab my discarded jacket off the floor before making an exit, not bothering to look back. If she doesn’t want to make this personal, that’s fine by me.

Truth is, I shouldn’t have fucked a potential convict in the first place.