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"I'm not wearing a bra," she whispered into my mouth...

I pulled her face to mine, and moaned at the touch of her hot, pliable lips.

She moaned back, and kissed me fiercely. Her tongue tasted of the salt she'd licked off her upper lip. Her kiss was sticky, and needy, and her fingernails tore into my shoulders. I took that as a sign to pull her tighter to me, and she thanked me by pressing her breasts into my chest. "I'm not wearing a bra," she whispered into my mouth.

"I noticed," I said. Our kisses grew so fierce that we bit each other.


"I noticed that you noticed," she shot back. Her strong fingers raced up the nape of my neck. "I like when you notice." Stronger fingers raced down my stomach, and found my cock. "I like it a lot," she moaned.

My own hands were pushing up her ragged old t-shirt. I'd missed her soft skin, and the incredible feel of her muscles rippling underneath. In that heady moment, with the cars racing past her window, I was desperate to fill my palms with her breasts again, to know her body as I'd once known it, and never expected to again. "I want you," I breathed into her mouth.

"You're my best friend," she whispered, and squeezed my cock through my jeans. "I'm closer to you than anybody."

"I want to make you feel good," I said.

She was nodding, and pulling up my shirt. "Inside me," she said. "We--we can't think clearly until we do this."

God, her nipples were so hard they could cut the windshield. Just by pinching them I made her moan like I was licking her clit. "Should we move the car?" I asked.

"I can't," she gasped. "I can't do anything but this. Kev, I need you."

I stabbed the button of her seatbelt and tried to pull her over to me. The center console made that impossible, and we both grunted in frustration. However, the pause in the action gave me time to undo my belt and pull my pants down. In the driver's seat, Brit switched off the ignition, and quickly did the same. Granted, she had less clothes to get rid of, since she was still wearing those skintight booty shorts...

"Are you ready for me?" she asked as she pulled herself over the console. I watched her glistening labia stretch as her thigh slid over mine in the seat. She was naked from the waist down, wearing nothing but the t-shirt--and it was a very good look for her. She'd trimmed her blonde pubes a lot since the first time we'd been together, and that gave me an excellent view of her pussy. "Do you see how wet I am already?" she asked. In my lap, my dick was throbbing, and at attention. "Good," Brit said, and wrapped her fingers around me. "You didn't wash after you fucked Ms. Phillips, did you?"

"No," I grunted.

"Fuck," Brit growled. "I'm such a whore." We groaned together as she rolled my cockhead against the wet lips of her sex. "Ah! F-force me open..."

I grabbed her by the shoulder and slammed her down on my thighs. Brit threw her head back and screamed through the roof of her car. "Yes!" she shrieked. She grabbed the headrest and arched her ass, letting my penis slide forth before forcefully slamming herself down again. "Oh God, I needed this so bad."

I pushed her shirt over her breasts and squeezed with all my might. She winced, and her vaginal walls clamped around my trembling member. Hungrily, I pulled one nipple to my lips and bit into the areola. Brit hissed, and dug her nails into my scalp. "Suck on me," she grunted. "Suck me, honey..."

I yanked her hair back, and plunged through her liquid heat. "You don't tell me what to do," I growled.

"Yesss..." she hissed.

I pumped her tight pussy, one hand in her hair, the other clamped to her thick ass. She hung on for dear life as I fucked her ragged. "Like that, slave?" I asked.

"Y-yes, Master," she gasped.

"I don't care if you like it. You're going to take it!"

Brit squeezed her eyes shut and sighed. "Oh, G-god, Kevin..."

I tugged on her hair. "Master."

"Master!" She began to fuck me so hard that the car rocked in the shoulder.

Once more, I felt the black cloud fill my chest and the lightning in my spine. "You're a dirty whore and you need this dick," I said.

"Need it, Master--" she grunted...

Excerpt from Sex Potion 3: My Crazy Mind Control Summer - now available on Smashwords at 25% off!