Capturing Jeron
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Chapter 1
When I bring him in it will be with a big red bow around his neck. –The journal of Mina “the Mean”
“What’s the highest paying mark you have?” Mina “the Mean” bounty hunter extraordinaire leaned back in her chair and crossed her booted ankles on her glass desk.
“250,000 Yens, but this mark sounds like a real pro. His record is a mile long and just as thick, you might want to steer clear of this one,” the Operator said, concern clouding her voice. The story behind the Operator was one of mystery. No one knew who she was, or how she gathered her intel. All the bounty hunters knew was that she was the Operator, and you called her for a job.
The new target, or mark, as bounty hunters referred to them didn’t even make her raise an eyebrow. Mina had taken down some of the toughest marks in the galaxy—Raylond Ramuno, Jackie “the fly” Trutscky, and even D’mo, the three headed alien from Zefferion infamous for tearing the heads off his victims with his bare hands. The idea that she couldn’t handle a mark was comical. She was famous in the hunting world for her capturing skills, almost legendary like Cade Widtholm. She sighed when she thought of the sexy hunter. His killer blue eyes and stacked body made females swoon with just a glance. She was so close to earning that kind of fame. Maybe this new mark would be just the ticket she needed.
“Honestly Operator, I took down D’mo like a bug in low gravity. I think I can handle this mark. Who and what is it?” she asked excitedly. Hunting was always a thrill. The fear that the next job may be her last and the excitement of besting one of the worst in the galaxy made her heart race.
She heard the Operator’s heavy sigh on the other end of the line. “Fine, I’m transferring his file over now.”
Mina sat up straight and flicked on the halo-monitor. Tiny electrical chips in the desk lit up in bright blue and then digital images and documents appeared above her desk. Mina only listened half-heartedly as her eyes greedily read the information. The name of the target had her stomach tightening in anticipation. She’d definitely heard of him.
“Jeron Krutchner is wanted for 1,567 counts of pirating, 264 counts of theft, 112 counts of assault, and 2 counts of lewd and indecent behavior. The mark is a spaceship captain, rumored to be flying the Concord. He is 6’2”, with a muscular build, and is highly combative. His expertise lays in flying, combat, and pirating which he learned from 20 years in the Federal Union’s military.” The Operator paused, the lack of sound on the other end of the cell stopped Mina’s oratory exploration.
“What is it, Operator?”
“Jeron Krutchner has become quite famous in the underground world. His file says he has contacts with some of the better-known resistance fighters, gang lords, and illegal gun traders; more importantly, he is rumored to be bloodthirsty and savage. You know how these space captains are, Mina. In the sky flying alone in dark space, pirating what loot they can off abandoned ships. Only he’s made the mistake of pirating off government ships.”
Mina tsked and shook her head. “What a bad boy.”
“Who’s to say there aren’t people he’s killed that the authorities just don’t know about? Perhaps you need to rethink this Mina. I mean it.” Mina felt a surge of anger. Sure, she couldn’t do it, but she knew for a fact the Operator wouldn’t hesitate to give the mark to someone more “qualified”—like Cade Widtholm.
“There are no murders listed on his rap-sheet, Operator. I hardly think capturing him will be a problem.”
“That may be so, but a man wanted by the government will be even more dangerous. He’ll have nothing to lose once he knows you’re bringing him in. Anything you do to him will be peaceful compared to what the Federal Union will do.”
Mina touched her halo-monitor and the pixels moved and rearranged themselves taking the form of a picture. The picture was grainy and taken at a bad angle, but it was enough to make out a partial image of him. His hair was short, spiky and dark, his eyes indistinguishable, but his body was strong as steel. Her gut tightened at the sight; after all, most of her marks weren’t even human. It wasn’t often a hunter got time enough to play, let alone with someone so gorgeous. She all but rubbed her hands together in pleasure. She would plan something special for this mark.
“I’m taking the job,” Mina said, her voice holding no room for arguments.
The Operator sighed over the line. “Just be careful, hunter.”
“Always,” Mina said and disconnected the call with a soft beep.
With a smile she took out her notebook and began writing up notes. Her new mark was turning out to be better than she thought. Even Jackie “the fly” wanted for 651 counts of indecent exposure—a big deal when it happens in a church— was quite the catch.
Mina studied the blurry photograph of her new mark. The angle of his face showed a hard, smooth jaw-line and part of a perfectly kissable mouth. His hard body had her teeth gnawing on her lip in pleasure.
She would definitely be planning something special for him.
Chapter 2
It’s not stealing when the government leaves it behind—just leftovers. –Jeron Krutchner, Space Pirate
The Sea Fring Bar was a hot spot for illegal activity. Drugs and weapons were sold to the meanest or highest buyers. The only thing hotter than the drugs and weapons were the men and women. A good blowjob or fuck was available for the right price. Exotic men and women loitered around the bar and tables, semi-clad to completely naked—just waiting for the next job.
Mina sat at the bar sipping her sweet pink cocktail. It didn’t do to have alcohol in the blood, so she sipped it; just enough to look like everyone else. The bar reeked with suspicion. From the guards to the bartender, she’d have to watch her step, especially since her mark was a regular here. She gave the bar credit though, the owner did a good job of making it appear like a legit joint. The floors were clean, the whores protected, and the liquor not watered down too badly. But she was a professional and had been in enough places like this to see the quick eyes of the bartender, the heavy guns of the security, and the high-tech security system that meant he was protecting a little more than just booze, whores, and some cash.
The men were persistent tonight. Horny and adventurous from alcohol they pursued her. Already she had to break an alien’s wrist, smash his friend’s nose, and flash her doubled-edged knife at another. It was all worth it though. She stopped being hustled after flashing her knife. Third time’s the charm apparently. She understood why they pursued her, but she needed to appear free for her mark.
Jeron would be here tonight. She was sure of it. While she prided herself on her capturing skills, what she excelled at was researching, studying, and locating marks. Choosing the best way to take down and capture the mark was more important than how it was done. Her plan was nearly foolproof. Even all the security wouldn’t stop her or even know what was happening.
She found her mark two days ago. Sitting in a rented hotel window some three kilometers south, she used her military-grade binoculars to study him. She’d found his ship docked in an alley near the local authorities’ headquarters the day before. She laughed at his gall. If only the cops new that one their most wanted criminals was staying in their backyard. It was no wonder he hadn’t been caught yet. Most criminals aren’t actually clever. Though to be fair, most of the cops weren’t straight anyways. Hell, there were probably several in the bar with her now.
Watching him work had been a complete pleasure. He lifted and carried large cargo boxes onto his ship as if they were nothing. The bulge in his biceps spoke otherwise though. She bit down on her lip thinking about those big hands and arms. She’d wondered things about a mark she’d never thought before. Like what would those big hands feel like on her?
Frowning she took another sip of her drink. She was almost disappointed to have to bring him in. It was fun watching him. He was so deliberate and thorough, and that picture from the halo-computer did him no justice. He wasn’t pretty and trimmed like many men were; he was raw and virile. Tall and hard where it mattered, just how she liked her men.
Nevertheless, she was the hunter and he was the prey—it was the nature of the universe. Besides, 250,000 Yens was nothing to scoff at. That much money would keep her fed and clothed for quite awhile. Especially in case work got low.
She lifted her drink for another sip, but stopped mid-motion, when the front door opened and in came her mark. She continued with her sip as if nothing happened. As if her heart didn’t suddenly pound in her chest and butterflies dance in her stomach. Several patrons eyed her mark with varying expressions of envy, anger, and lust. Speaking of lust...a woman with thick, blonde hair piled sexily atop her head walked up to her mark, wrapped her arms around his thick neck, and leaned her head on his shoulder as she whispered in his ear. He stiffened slightly, smiled broadly, then winked before setting her away. The grin he gave her could have wooed any woman’s panties off in a second. The blonde woman frowned, but her eyes lit up when she spotted another good-looking male in the back. This time the male didn’t dismiss her. Her mark made his way to the bar.
Damn, Mina thought, he was good. He was the kind of man you just want to tie up and lick melted chocolate off of. Mustn’t think like that, Mina, she scolded herself. He’s just a mark. Then why did a very feminine part of her want to tear off that blonde-haired woman’s head when she touched him? Mina quickly stopped her straying thoughts as he took his seat.
She truly hadn’t thought it possible, but he was so much more attractive in person. Watching him from far away and through a small lens didn’t do him justice. Statues should be built after this man.
She watched out of the corner of her eye as he met with the bartender. They exchanged words too soft to hear. Word on his file said he often conducts business with Mr. Valenco, the bartender. Though, what that business was she didn’t know. Could be a fuck or could be black market alien weapons. Her fingers tapped a soft beat on the bar as she watched their conversation. He turned down the blonde woman so she was betting he wasn’t here to fuck. She smiled slyly into her cup to hide her grin.
Jeron and the bartender broke away from their conversation and this time she could hear him. “Get me a drink while you’re at it, Adam.” Oh my, she thought hotly, his voice made a woman think of sweaty bodies and hard sex. Bartender Adam set a tall glass of golden liquid in front of her mark.
Mina sipped the last drops of her drink and stood.
It’s time.
Her clingy red satin dress fell to her thighs, and as she sauntered to her mark, the slits of the dress generously flashed her rounded thighs to perfection. Her breasts looked like ample sin and her heels were tall enough to make a man hard on sight. Which was exactly what she wanted.
She pulled her hair up into a dark sexy bun atop her head, with just enough hair escaping to look wild. Her neck and arms were bare, showing off her smooth creamy skin. She dressed to win tonight.
As if in slow motion, her mark turned his head and saw her. His eyes went from bored to hot in a second. A thrill of pleasure surged through her like a bolt of electricity. His eyes were the color of dark chocolate and when they locked with hers, she shivered. Her stomach did a flop, and she had the urge to cover it with her hand. The short distance to his side seemed like a mile. Choosing the barstool next to him, she faced him and crossed her legs. The dress parted on a soft whisper to reveal long, bare thigh.
His hot gaze strayed to her naked thigh and when he raised his eyes again they carried so much heat she felt burned. He took a long drink of his beer, his eyes never straying from hers. She took the moment to memorize the hard line of his jaw, the thick muscle of his neck, shoulders, and arms with her eyes. He was definitely better in person.
Her body grew warm and soft under his unflinching gaze. Her crossed legs added more delicious, tight pressure to her dampening pussy. If he didn’t stop staring at her as if he was visually fucking her on the bar stool, then she was going to come in her seat.
“Do you have any idea what you’re doing,” he asked darkly, his eyes travelling over her body with the aching slowness of a falling feather. His voice was a deep and a little raw, and it tweaked something deep inside her that made her breath uneven and goosebumps spread over her skin like little pleasure bubbles.
She leaned forward until they were face to face. His hand tightened hard on his beer. The warmth of his breath fell over her lips, tightening her nipples into hard little points. She was close to panting and he hadn’t even touched her. She wet her lips with the point of her tongue, and his eyes followed the movement and darkened with barely-restrained need.
Leaning in slowly, giving him enough time to pull away, Mina grabbed his bottom lip with her teeth and pulled on it. She let go quickly and licked the bitten spot. She felt his labored breath and it took everything in her not to straddle him in that moment.
“If you don’t stop now, little lady, I’m going to take you into that back room and fuck you like some common whore. And you don’t look like a whore. Is that really what you want,” he asked, leaning into her so that she could feel his heat.
She nodded, though she didn’t recall telling her body to do it. But it was fine, more than fine, because a second later, she was tossed over his strong shoulders and he was taking her to do just what he promised.
His words made her pussy so wet her panties slid around her on the barstool. Without another pause, she leaned towards his ear and licked slowly down the outer rim. She heard his sharp intake of breath and wanted to cheer at the accomplishment. Her little teeth bit into the soft lobe and she was just about to lick the sting away, when she was tossed over a ridiculously strong set of shoulders. Mina bit her lip in anticipation as she bounced along his strong back.
Chapter 3
Never before have I looked at a woman and thought mine. –The secret thoughts of Jeron Krutchner
Jeron closed the door behind him with a sharp-booted kick. The room was dark and smelled faintly of wood and cleaning supplies.
“Fuck,” he groaned. And then she was pressed against a cold wall and hot lips were on hers. His thick, wet tongue thrust into the cavern of her mouth and she moaned. He tasted amazing, like sex and virile male. She moaned at the heady flavor and wrapped her arms around him. When he lifted her legs in one smooth move and wrapped them around his waist, she had a surge of fear. She hadn’t done this in a long time.
Lust and sex overwhelmed her with a ferocity that was almost frightening. She buried her face in his neck and licked the thick tendon like she’d been wanting to. She pressed quick, wet kisses over his neck and up to his jaw. His breathing grew hot and harsh and hers wasn’t much better.
But when he fit his lean hips between her opened thighs and groaned harshly, all other thoughts faded. She gasped at the feel of his cock—bigger than she’d imagined and so much harder— pressed into her throbbing pussy.
“Oh god, yes,” she said, her own body straining towards him, longing to feel his hard length deep inside her. She wanted to come so badly tears of frustration filled her eyes.
She grabbed his face and kissed him. Their tongues fought and slid wetly against each other as if to see who could dominate the kiss. He grabbed her ample breast through her dress, but quickly cursed and pulled back. He tried to pull the straps down but when they wouldn’t move fast enough he cursed again and tore them with a snap of his wrist. The silk dress collapsed to reveal her large; hand-fill breasts that his eyes ate them up in undisguised pleasure. He grabbed one fleshy breast and squeezed, his eyes closing in dark pleasure. Then her nipple was in his mouth and his hand found the outer edge of her soaked panties. His thick fingers teased along the edge of her core, trailing over her moist heat and hard bud but never slipping under
Pulling back from her wet nipple, he palmed the sensitive flesh of her pussy. The sensation was maddening. She wrapped her legs tighter around his waist and whimpered.
“I’m going to fuck you like a whore,” he growled. He moved his hand away from her wet heat and pushed his clothed cock into her as if to prove his point.
“Oh yes, oh yes,” she said in delight, all thoughts of hunter and prey forgotten. Her head fell back against the cold wall, and she winced at the biting tug against her hip as her silken panties were ripped off savagely.
“Hold on baby, let me get my cock out.” He was panting with excitement and arousal and Mina had never heard a more delicious sound. When he pulled the rest of her dress up to her waist, leaving only her naked hips and legs open she wanted to melt.
Cursing at the sight of her wet pink flesh, Jeron made quick work at the buttons of his pants. He bent down and took one hard, pink tip in his mouth, grumbling a deeply male and satisfied sound around her flesh. He pulled her sweet nipple deep into the heat of this mouth and flicked the hard tip until her hips buckled and her hands clasped his head to her. He was almost in heaven. Almost.
He pulled away, and she watched with hooded eyes as his pants rustled then dropped to the floor. She caught only a glimpse of long, straining cock before he rammed it inside of her. They both cried out. It had been so long for her that her muscles had to work to allow him inside, squeezing him so that he shoved to get his length inside her. He was long, and so wonderfully hard that her wet sheath gripped him and never wanted to let go.
And then he made good on his promise and fucked her like a whore.
“Oh fuck,” he said roughly. Seeing his pants around his ankles and her legs spread open was one of the hottest sights he’d ever seen. Almost as hot as her flushed tits jiggling with each deliberate thrust. Soft gasping moans filled the room; strong hands gripped her thighs and opened her wide so he could increase his pace and hammer into her.
His balls slapped noisily against her, tingling them in the most delicious way. Wrapping one fist into her hair, he arched her neck to the side making her feel vulnerable and sexy as hell. Her pleasure mounted, drawing her near the pinnacle she craved, and then he really moved. That’s when she realized his hammering had only been the precursor.
He penetrated her tight heat with rough, quick thrusts that had her burning hotter and hotter. She panted from the burning hot the pressure in her pussy. Never had she been filled so deeply or so generously. He was almost too big for her; the walls of her pussy constricted on the intruding cock, trying to keep it in and push it out at the same time.
With a grunt, he readjusted his grip to hold her ass cheek in one big hand. He growled in pleasure as he squeezed that cheek hard. For a moment she marveled that he could hold her up so easily, but then his mouth found hers and she stopped thinking.
He pulled back from the kiss only after her lips started to numb. “You’re so fucking tight. I’m going to cum deep inside your sweet pussy,” he grunted between labored breaths.
The thickness inside her and the harshness of his words was too much; her pussy clenched hard around him drawing forth a harsh, satisfied shout. At the feel of her walls beginning to shudder with orgasm, he shoved quickly into her building fast to his own release. She moaned wildly as her body exploded like a million pleasure sensors were erupting in her body.
“That’s it baby, cum hard. Fuck,” he grunted, “You’re...going..to...make...me...blow.” Both hands went to her ass cheeks and held her tight as he lost control. Spearing her, taking her, Jeron pushed through those tight muscles, muscles tight enough to tell him she didn’t frequent this act much. For some reason that pleased him deeply.
He didn’t last another five strokes. He slammed home while her muscles still contracted over him like a vise and exploded, pumping his hot seed into her. He thrust threw her tight muscles once, twice, three more times as filled her pussy to the brink with cum.
Out of breath, Mina wrapped her arms around him. He buried his face in her breasts and together they caught their breath. He thrust one last time into her and groaned deeply as if savoring the feeling.
Jeron never saw the needle coming but he felt the sharp, painful prick in his neck. Quickly, he turned his face to meet her eyes and the look he saw there chilled his raging blood. I “I’m sorry,” was all she could say. Jeron’s eyes fluttered and closed before he slumped to the cold floor.
Chapter 4
It’s easier to give and forget, then to give and keep. –Mina “the Mean”
Mina “the Mean” ended the call and chuckled. The Operator really couldn’t believe she’d done it, brought in the infamous space captain—her speechlessness was well worth the call. With a happy step, she went to the “jail room” as she liked to call it. A square pexi-glass window was the only way to see inside. She had to stand on her toes just to see through it.
There he was, still knocked out from her tranquilizer. She checked her watch: 5:34 a.m. To think she’d just brought him in a mere five hours ago, she thought. The whole evening had been crazy. She’d planned to seduce him, it was the perfect lure to capture him, and it worked like a charm. He took her into the stock room as she had predicted, allowing her to knock out the rear security guard with another tranq, and haul Jeron to the stolen taxi behind the bar.
Her eyes roved over the sloping planes of his back and butt. Delicious. She bit her lip at his unmoving state figured he was either asleep or just waiting for her to open the door. She knew how clever he was, and she was prepared to take extra precautions. She ensured the lock was secure and admired his tight ass in those pants before leaving.
A flash of guilt made her pause, but she quickly pushed it away. More than a few times—all right—a lot, she admitted, she found herself reminiscing over their time together. The way he smelled like ocean and sweat, the way he made her toes curl in her heels; how his hot mouth forcefully sucked her breasts as if he owned them, and her favorite, his big cock that fit so fully in her. She hated to admit it, but she’d never come so hard with a man before.
Honestly, she was so surprised with herself that she didn’t know what to think. She wasn’t some loose woman incapable of controlling her baser instincts—or at least she didn’t use to be. Her newfound passions had her wondering. There was just something about Jeron. Her feelings would only interfere with the job. She’d never had any problems separating herself from the job like this. She did the deed, got the job done, and that’s the end of it. Yet the pounding of her heart and the creamy honey pooling in her panties spoke otherwise.
Taking off her dress, she grabbed her nightwear top and dressed. So what if he fucked good? No, not good, she amended. Fantastic. Yawning, she climbed into bed. Minutes passed, but sleep didn’t come. The images, the smells, the tastes of him would not leave her.
The way he fucked her with such fierce passion made her feel...special, like she was his. Like he already knew what she liked and didn’t mind providing the goods. Jeron’s dark eyes glowed with arousal, his wide hips spread her legs open, and his cock filled her pussy so perfectly, gave her the best pleasure of her life. Fuck.
Sleep retreated further, until finally, fed up and aroused, she pushed down her bed sheet and panties. She closed her eyes and simply remembered.
How his cock was so thick, she wondered if she could get her mouth around it. He fucked me so good.
Her hand grasped a heavy breast and squeezed while the other drew teasingly down her taut stomach, reaching for the soft, soaked folds of her lips. The very first touch of her clit was like lightning in her body.
“Mmm,” she moaned aloud. Her legs fell open as if he was there pushing them apart, fitting himself between her. Her fingers rubbed around her wet lips, soaking her fingers in her own creamy heat before rubbing her clit furiously. She ached to have another orgasm, one like he gave her—powerful and shattering. She let the images she’d been trying to tamper down for the past several hours unleash in her mind.
His hands all over my body, squeezing my ass cheeks as he worked himself between my thighs.
Her breaths became pants. The hand on her breast plucked at the dusky nipple until it went taut and tender. Oh, how she wanted his mouth on her again.
The look of pure pleasure on his face, mouth parted, eyelids slack, his hips pumping fast.
Mina arched her back and spread her legs further, wishing his cock were once again inside her, bringing her the pleasure she craved.
Oh, and then he came so mouth-wateringly hard. Pushing as deep as he could, fucking me until he finished every last drop of cum inside me.
Mina’s fingers worked faster and faster until all-too-soon, she exploded. Her head pushed hard into the pillows, her hips rocked wildly as hot cream flooded out of her in great undulating waves. She was helpless against the tide of pleasure sweeping through her.
Breathing hard she collapsed against the soft bed. “Oh my, oh my, but what have you done to me, Jeron,” she whispered to the empty room. And only then did she sleep.
Chapter 5
Sometimes all a woman needs to do is show a little leg and the mark comes to you. –Mina “the Mean”
Mina didn’t wake up slowly as typical, but instead was jolted awake with a rush of adrenaline, fear, and something far darker. Something wonderfully male and smelling earthly lay atop her.
Her eyes shot open and were met by a pair of cocky, soulful brown eyes.
“Good morning, little lady,” Jeron said, his breath fanning over her cheeks. The full weight of his body pressed firmly against her, and her legs were practically wrapped around his hips. It was then that Mina felt the hard prodding against her inner thigh.
Yum. Yum.
But he’s dangerous and not to be toyed with. If he managed to escape the “jail” then he was better than she originally gave him credit for. No one had ever escaped the jail. A wave of apprehension hit her. Surely, he wouldn’t kill her. Right? The file didn’t say anything about him being a murderer, but she did tranq him, drag him onto her ship, and lock him up. She was royally screwed.
“Do you have anything to say for yourself?” And for the first time he smiled at her...and it was gorgeous. The air froze in her lungs. He could have pushed a knife against her neck at that moment and she’d still be mesmerized by him. His eyes twinkled and broad lips made way for white, neat teeth.
“Well, nice try baby, but no one gets me,” his voice went dark, husky. Her breath resumed only to be caught again in her throat as she felt him press that hard cock into the center of her panty-less thighs. She got embarrassingly wet, quickly. Impossibly, her ache was edgier and stronger than her time with herself last night. A crazy part of her hoped he’d pull down his blasted pants and do to her what they both obviously wanted.
She wasn’t sure if it was the satisfied, carefree smile, or the hardness of his cloth-covered cock pressing into her, or in some not-so-far-off region of her brain—it was just him, that made her feel hot, wild, and carefree all at once. Either way she didn’t care. She grabbed him by the back of his neck and kissed him with all the pent-up passion she’d been storing since their first encounter the night before. She was helpless to succumb to the temptation, no matter how wrong and royally screwed she was now. She’d missed him, had ached without him, and if she died today then she’d do so with the taste of him on her lips.
Jeron’s eyes widened in surprise, but then his heartfelt groan told her just how much he liked what she was doing with her lips. His lips, soft yet firm, moved ardently over hers, stirring the blood in her body like a witch’s cauldron. The power in the kiss was overwhelming. His seeking tongue made her pussy quiver, her heart stutter, and her soul weep for more.
His hand made a soft fist in her hair and pulled, revealing the pale arch of her neck to his hot mouth. She moaned as his hot lips pressed and licked across her sensitive neck shooting direct lines of pleasure to her breasts and core.
“Are you a bounty hunter, baby,” he asked darkly, his hips finding a rocking rhythm against her. Quickly, she became frustrated at the thin material separating them. The friction of the material was making her wild. She wanted him inside her, easing the fire he started. Her body burned like it had been years since she last came, not a matter of hours. If she didn’t come soon, she’d die, or she’d kill him—whichever.
She was needy and panting like an untamed animal. “Get inside me now,” she commanded. She didn’t know why, but her heart and body craved him. She felt like she was drowning in the middle of the ocean and only Jeron could pull her out.
He pulled back from making delicious licks on her neck. “I’m not so sure about that.” But his voice was harsh and his breathing uneven. She whimpered when his erection stopped its rough movements. She was so close.
Why did he stop?
Better question, where’s my gun?
If he doesn’t get that cock inside of me soon…
“Tell me who you are,” he commanded.
“Dammit, Jeron. I want you. Please,” she heard the whimper in her voice but didn’t care. Unable to contain herself so close to orgasm, she rubbed her wet pussy frantically across his covered cock. She fought to pull her arms down and tear off his pants, but he wouldn’t allow it. He tightened his hand on her wrists almost painfully in warning.