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Traveling solider

I checked into my room, tossed my duffel onto the bed, and headed next door. The diner had that cozy, small-town feel—vinyl booths, checkered curtains, and the scent of grilled burgers thick in the air. But the first thing I really noticed wasn’t the atmosphere—it was her.

She moved between tables with effortless grace, a soft smile on her lips as she refilled a customer’s coffee. Long, golden hair cascaded down her back, nearly reaching the curve of her tight jeans. Even under the soft glow of the diner lights, she was stunning—full lips, bright eyes, and a body that made my pulse quicken. When she turned in my direction, I could just make out the shape of her nipples teasing through her top.

I slid into a booth, trying to play it cool, but when she walked up to take my order, my brain short-circuited.

“What’s good here… besides you?”

She smirked, unfazed. “Everything on the menu.”

“Not everything. I think you need to stand on it to make it perfect.”

She let out a soft laugh, shaking her head as she jotted down my order. A burger, fries, and a beer. Simple. But I wasn’t just here for the food anymore. As we talked, I learned her name—Emily. A single mom, working nights while her mother watched her daughter. The way she spoke, the way she smiled—it wasn’t just attraction anymore. I liked her.

I told her I was just passing through, asked if there was anything to do in town. She asked what I was into. Sports. Dancing. But I hated going to clubs alone.

“Guess you’ll just have to find the right tour guide,” she teased.

“You volunteering?” I asked, my heart pounding as I slipped her my motel room number.

She tucked it into her apron and walked away without an answer.

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10:05 PM

A knock at the door.

I wasn’t expecting her to actually show, so when I opened the door in just a pair of gym shorts, I nearly lost my breath. She stood there, leaning against the frame, a shy but knowing smile playing on her lips.

“Still need a guide?”

I stepped aside, inviting her in. We talked—small talk at first, then deeper. Life. Family. Dreams. And somewhere in the middle of it, I reached for her hand.

“Dance with me.”

She laughed but didn’t resist as I pulled her close, turning on the radio. A slow, sultry tune filled the room. Her body molded against mine, my hands resting low on her hips. Her arms wrapped around my neck, fingers teasing through my hair.

The moment stretched between us, thick with anticipation. Our eyes met, and I leaned in, brushing my lips against hers. A slow, gentle kiss. Then deeper. Her lips parted, welcoming me, and our tongues moved together in a slow, heated rhythm.

“Tell me if I go too far,” I murmured against her lips.

“I’ll let you know,” she whispered back.

Encouraged, I let my hands roam—fingertips ghosting over the curve of her waist, sliding up her sides, feeling the soft rise and fall of her breath. When I traced the outline of her breast over her top, she exhaled a quiet sigh, pressing closer.

The fabric was thin, but I wanted more. Sliding my hand beneath her shirt, I found the lace of her bra. I teased her nipple through the delicate material, feeling it stiffen under my touch.

She let out a soft moan, arching into me.

“You noticed?” I teased, pressing my growing arousal against her hip.

She bit her lip and, without hesitation, guided my hand lower, undoing the button of her jeans. My fingers slipped beneath the waistband, finding the warmth of her waiting heat. She was already wet, and the way her breath hitched as I circled her clit made my own pulse stutter.

“Mmm, you know these come off, right?” she whispered, eyes full of mischief.

I grinned, stepping back just enough to lift her shirt over her head. Her bra was already undone—thanks to me—so I let it slide from her shoulders, drinking in the sight of her bare breasts. They were beautiful, firm, and her nipples stood erect, practically begging for my mouth.

I obliged.

She gasped as my lips closed over one nipple, sucking gently before flicking my tongue over the hardened peak. My hand trailed back down, working her jeans and panties over her hips, leaving her bare before me.

“Damn, Emily,” I breathed, unable to stop myself from staring.

“Something wrong?” she asked, a playful lilt to her voice.

“Not a damn thing.”

I knelt between her thighs, pressing slow kisses along the inside of her leg, teasing my way up. Her fingers tangled in my hair, guiding me exactly where she wanted me.

No more teasing.

My tongue flicked against her clit, and she gasped, her hips rising to meet me. I licked, sucked, and slid two fingers inside her, curling them just right. She moaned, her body tensing, thighs trembling around my head.

She was close. I could feel it.

“Oh—God—” she cried out, her body shaking as she came hard, pulsing around my fingers.

I smirked, kissing my way back up her body.

“Turnabout’s fair play,” she panted, pushing me onto the bed.

I barely had time to react before she was on her knees, working my shorts down. Her warm hand wrapped around my length, stroking slowly before taking me into her mouth.

Jesus.

Her tongue swirled around the head before she took me deeper, sucking with an intensity that made my hands grip the sheets. She stroked, sucked, and teased, her pace quickening as I struggled to hold on.

“Emily, I’m gonna—”

“Do it.”

She took me deep, and the pleasure hit like a shockwave. My whole body tensed as I groaned, spilling into her mouth. She swallowed every drop, then licked her lips with a wicked grin.

“You’re not getting off that easy,” she murmured.

And just like that, I was hard again.

She straddled me, guiding my length to her slick entrance. Slowly, she sank down, taking me inch by inch until I was buried deep inside her.

We moved together—slow at first, then faster, rougher, desperate for more. My hands gripped her hips as she rode me, her nails raking down my chest.

“Fuck, Emily—”

“Don’t stop—”

I flipped her onto her back, pinning her beneath me. She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me in deeper. Her moans turned to cries of pleasure, and when she came, her whole body clenched around me, pushing me over the edge.

I groaned, driving into her one last time before I released, filling her with everything I had.

We collapsed together, breathless, tangled in each other’s limbs.

Neither of us spoke for a moment, just lay there, basking in the afterglow. Then, she traced a lazy circle on my chest.

“Guess stopping here wasn’t such a bad idea after all.”

I laughed, pulling her close. “Best damn detour I’ve ever taken.”

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Traveling Soldier

The Texas highway stretched endlessly before me, a black ribbon of asphalt glowing under my headlights. My two-week leave was over, and Fort Benning awaited. But exhaustion gnawed at me, my body aching for rest.

When I spotted a roadside motel with a little diner next door, I decided to stop. A meal. A bed. A break before the last push home.

After checking into my room, I walked into the diner, the scent of grilled burgers and coffee wrapping around me. It was quiet, just a handful of late-night diners. But the second I stepped inside, my focus zeroed in on her.

She moved through the room with an effortless sway, her long blonde hair cascading down her back like silk, nearly brushing the curve of her ass. And what an ass—tight and round, hugged perfectly by her faded jeans. Her shirt clung to her, just sheer enough that I could make out the subtle tease of her nipples beneath the fabric.

Damn.

I slid into a booth, forcing my eyes away before I got caught staring.

Then she turned—and there they were.

Piercing blue eyes locked onto mine as she walked toward me, hips swaying just enough to be dangerous.

“What’s good here… besides you?” I asked, unable to stop myself.

She smirked, tapping her pen against her notepad. “Everything on the menu.”

“Not everything,” I teased, letting my eyes drag over her body. “It’d be perfect if you stood on it.”

She let out a soft, knowing laugh, shaking her head. “Cocky, aren’t you?”

“Confident.”

I ordered a burger and a beer, but the food was the last thing on my mind. I kept her talking, pulling every detail I could—her name, Emily. A single mom. Divorced. Working nights while her mother watched her daughter.

I told her I was just passing through and asked what there was to do in town. She bit her lip, considering.

“Depends. What are you into?”

“Sports. Dancing. But I hate going to clubs alone. Might get lost in this town.”

She arched a brow. “Sounds like you need a tour guide.”

“You volunteering?”

She didn’t answer—just tucked the motel key I slid toward her into her apron and walked away.

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10:05 PM

The knock came just as I was about to call it a night.

I opened the door, pulse spiking.

Emily leaned against the frame, wearing a tight tank top that did nothing to hide the way her nipples pressed against the thin material. Her jeans sat low on her hips, and she had that smirk again—the one that told me she knew exactly what she was doing to me.

“Still need that guide?”

I stepped back, letting her in.

We talked—easing into it, the tension building, stretching between us like a wire pulled tight. I reached for her hand.

“Dance with me.”

She laughed softly. “There’s no music.”

I turned on the radio. A slow, sultry tune hummed through the room. I pulled her in, my hands sliding low, just above the perfect curve of her ass. She wrapped her arms around my neck, pressing into me, the heat of her body melting against mine.

Her breath was warm against my lips. Our eyes locked.

And then I kissed her.

Soft at first—just a taste. But then she parted her lips, and I took more. My tongue slid against hers, slow, teasing, deep. She moaned softly into my mouth, pressing tighter against me, and I let my hands wander.

Fingertips tracing the curve of her waist. Sliding higher. My palm skimmed over the swell of her breast, feeling the tight bud of her nipple through her shirt.

She exhaled a shaky breath.

“Tell me if I go too far,” I murmured.

“I’ll let you know.”

Encouraged, I slid my hand beneath her tank top, my fingers meeting the soft lace of her bra. I traced the delicate edge before cupping her fully, rolling my thumb over her nipple.

Her breath hitched.

“Mmm, you noticed?” I teased, grinding against her, letting her feel how hard she was making me.

She bit her lip and, without hesitation, undid the button of her jeans, guiding my hand lower. My fingers slipped beneath the waistband, finding her bare, wet, aching.

“Fuck, Emily.”

She let out a soft, breathy moan as I circled her clit, teasing, pressing just right.

“Mmm, you know these come off, right?” she whispered.

I grinned, peeling her shirt over her head, exposing her perfect, bare breasts. Her already-undone bra slid down her arms, and I groaned at the sight—her nipples were tight, begging for attention.

I took one into my mouth, sucking slowly, flicking my tongue over the peak before moving to the other. She arched into me, her fingers tangling in my hair as I kissed my way down her body, stripping her jeans and panties away.

“Damn, Emily,” I breathed, my eyes drinking her in.

“Something wrong?”

“Not a damn thing.”

I knelt between her thighs, pressing slow, teasing kisses along the inside of her leg. She shivered, anticipation thick between us. When I finally flicked my tongue over her clit, she gasped, her hips jerking up to meet my mouth.

I licked, sucked, teased—working her until she was trembling.

“Oh—God—” she cried out, her body tightening around my fingers as she came, pulsing, shaking, lost in pleasure.

When she finally caught her breath, she grinned wickedly.

“Turnabout’s fair play.”

Before I could react, she pushed me onto the bed, stripping my shorts away. Her fingers wrapped around my length, stroking slowly before taking me into her mouth.

Jesus.

Her tongue swirled over the tip before she took me deeper, sucking, stroking, teasing. Her fingers brushed just beneath my balls, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure up my spine.

“Emily, I’m gonna—”

“Do it.”

I groaned, my release spilling into her mouth. She swallowed, licking her lips before grinning.

“You’re not getting off that easy.”

And just like that, I was hard again.

She straddled me, guiding my cock to her soaked entrance.

Slowly, she sank down, taking every inch.

“Fuck, Emily—”

She gasped, rocking her hips, grinding against me. My hands gripped her ass as she rode me, her nails dragging down my chest.

I flipped her onto her back, pinning her beneath me.

“I want you to fuck me hard,” she whispered, wrapping her legs around me.

And I did.

I slammed into her, deep, hard, desperate. Her moans turned to cries of pleasure, her body arching, tightening, begging for more.

“Oh—God—yes—”

I felt her clench around me, her body shattering as she came, dragging me with her. My own release hit, and I groaned, pulsing deep inside her, claiming every inch.

We collapsed together, breathless, tangled in each other.

She traced a lazy circle on my chest, smiling.

“Best damn detour you’ve ever taken?”

I kissed her deeply.

“Without a doubt.”

Traveling Soldier – Chapter 2

The Texas sky was a deep, endless black as I pulled onto the highway again, the scent of Emily still lingering on my skin. Leaving wasn’t easy, but it was never meant to be more than a detour. A damn good one, but a detour nonetheless.

I’d barely made it two hours down the road when exhaustion hit like a freight train. My body ached from the long drive and lack of sleep, my mind clouded by the memories of Emily’s body tangled with mine. I needed to stop—just for a few hours.

A neon vacancy sign flickered in the distance, perched outside a no-name roadside bar with a rundown motel beside it. Looked like the kind of place where the beer was cheap, the jukebox never stopped playing old country songs, and the locals didn’t take kindly to strangers.

Perfect.

I parked, grabbed a room key, then stepped into the bar, letting the scent of whiskey, smoke, and regret wrap around me. The place was half full—truckers, drifters, a few cowboys nursing their beers in silence. But my attention locked onto one thing.

Her.

She sat alone at the bar, dark waves of hair spilling over bare shoulders, a leather jacket hanging off the back of her stool. Long legs crossed under a tight black dress, one boot tapping absently against the floor. Her lips, full and painted deep red, wrapped around the rim of a whiskey glass as she drank slow, her emerald-green eyes flicking to me in the mirror behind the bar.

Jade.

I didn’t know her name yet, but she looked like a Jade—sharp, dangerous, something precious you didn’t dare mishandle.

I slid onto the stool beside her, ordering a whiskey neat.

“You passing through?” she asked, not looking at me.

“That obvious?”

She smirked, finally turning my way. Up close, she was even more stunning. High cheekbones, sun-kissed skin, a confidence that made my pulse tick faster.

“People like you don’t stick around here,” she said, taking another sip. “Military?”

I lifted my glass. “Something like that.”

She studied me for a moment, then extended a hand. “Jade.”

“Nice to meet you, Jade.” I took her hand, her grip firm, her fingers cool against my skin. “You from around here?”

She huffed a laugh, shaking her head. “Hell no. Just passing through, like you.”

There was something in her voice—something familiar. A restlessness. Like she wasn’t running from something, but she wasn’t exactly running toward anything either.

I liked it.

We talked. Drinks flowed. Her laughter came easy, but there was an edge to her, a guarded look behind those green eyes that told me she’d seen some shit.

“What’s your story?” I asked, watching the way she toyed with the rim of her glass.

“No story,” she said, but her smirk betrayed the lie.

“Everyone’s got a story.”

She leaned in, close enough that I caught the scent of vanilla and danger. “Maybe I’m not in the mood to tell it.”

My pulse kicked up.

“Fair enough.” I leaned in too, so close my lips nearly brushed her ear. “Maybe I’ll just have to figure you out another way.”

Her breath hitched, just barely, and when she pulled back, her eyes had darkened.

“I have a room next door,” she said, her voice smooth, unreadable.

I tossed back the rest of my drink, set the glass down, and stood.

“Lead the way.”

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10:52 PM

The motel room door clicked shut behind us.

Jade didn’t waste time. She turned, grabbing the front of my shirt, pulling me down into a kiss that was all heat and hunger. Her lips tasted like whiskey, her hands moving fast, unbuttoning my shirt, pushing it off my shoulders.

I gripped her hips, backing her against the door, pressing against her. She let out a breathy moan as I kissed down her neck, dragging my teeth along her pulse point.

“You’re trouble,” I murmured.

She smirked against my skin. “And you’re wasting time.”

Challenge accepted.

I gripped her thighs, lifting her against the door. She wrapped her legs around my waist, grinding against me as I carried her to the bed, laying her down beneath me.

Her dress rode up, exposing smooth, toned thighs. I slid my hands up, pushing the fabric higher, revealing a black lace thong that barely covered anything.

“Damn, Jade,” I rasped.

“Are you just gonna look?” she teased, arching a brow.

I wasn’t.

I kissed my way down her body, my hands slipping beneath the lace, peeling it down her legs. She was already wet, her breathing uneven as I spread her thighs and flicked my tongue over her clit.

Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer, guiding me exactly where she wanted.

I obliged.

Her moans turned into desperate gasps, her body tightening beneath me. I slid two fingers inside her, curling them just right, working her until she cried out, her body shaking as she came hard against my mouth.

I grinned, kissing my way back up.

“You good?” I murmured.

She caught her breath, then smirked, flipping me onto my back in one swift motion.

“Oh, I’m just getting started.”

Her hands slid down my stomach, undoing my belt, freeing me from my jeans. She wrapped one hand around my cock, stroking slow before taking me into her mouth.

“Fuck, Jade.” My head fell back against the pillow as she worked me over, her tongue teasing, her pace building.

I gripped her hair, guiding her, barely holding on.

“Jade, I—”

She pulled back just enough to smirk. “Not yet.”

She straddled me, guiding my cock to her slick entrance, sinking down inch by inch until I was buried deep inside her.

We moved together, fast and rough, our bodies colliding in a rhythm that sent heat flooding through my veins. Her nails raked down my chest as she rode me, her moans growing louder, more desperate.

I gripped her hips, flipping her onto her back, pinning her beneath me.

“Harder,” she breathed.

I obeyed.

I drove into her, deep and unrelenting, my hands gripping her thighs as she cried out in pleasure. Her body tensed, her orgasm hitting like a tidal wave, pulling me over the edge with her.

I groaned, burying myself deep as I came hard, filling her with every last pulse.

We lay there, bodies tangled, breathless.

After a while, she turned her head, watching me.

“You leaving in the morning?”

I nodded. “Yeah.”

She was quiet for a moment, then smirked. “Guess I’ll have to make the most of the night.”

I grinned, rolling on top of her.

“Damn right you will.”

Chapter 3: Scarlet

The bar was thick with smoke, low music thrumming through the dimly lit space. A place where people drowned in whiskey and bad decisions. But tonight, I wasn’t here to forget.

I was here to devour.

And Scarlet was the perfect meal.

She stood at the bar, hips cocked, red dress painted onto her curves like it was made just for sin. Dark waves of hair spilled over her bare shoulders, and when she turned those smoldering eyes on me, I felt it like a fist around my cock.

A slow smirk curled her lips.

She knew.

She felt my hunger across the room.

She wanted it just as bad.

I didn’t hesitate. I closed the space between us, pressing my body against her back as I leaned in, my breath hot against her ear.

“You keep looking at me like that, Scarlet,” I murmured, “I’ll take you right here on this bar.”

Her laugh was low, teasing. She tilted her head, exposing her neck, inviting me to taste. “Then what the hell are we still doing here?”

I didn’t need another invitation.

I grabbed her wrist, pulling her out the door.

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The motel room door barely shut before I had her pinned against it, my hands gripping her thighs, yanking her legs around my waist. Her dress rode up as I ground against her, my cock rock-hard, her heat soaking through the lace of her panties.

Scarlet moaned into my mouth, her nails raking down my back as she arched against me.

“I don’t do slow,” she gasped, biting my bottom lip.

“Good,” I growled, ripping the dress down the middle, exposing perfect, bare skin.

She laughed, breathless, as I took a nipple between my teeth, teasing, sucking, feeling her body shudder under my mouth.

“Hope you liked that dress,” I smirked, my fingers trailing down her stomach.

“I like this more,” she whispered, her hand slipping between us, palming my cock through my jeans.

Fuck.

I spun her around, pressing her against the wall, my fingers sliding under her panties. She was dripping. Soaked.

“You’re already this wet for me?” I murmured, teasing her, rubbing slow circles over her clit.

She whimpered, rocking against my fingers. “Shut up and fuck me.”

Not yet.

I dropped to my knees behind her, yanking her panties down, spreading her legs wider. My tongue flicked against her, slow at first, then rougher, harder, as she moaned, hands braced against the wall, hips bucking against my mouth.

I gripped her thighs, holding her in place as I devoured her, tasting every drop, fucking her with my tongue until she was trembling. Her cries filled the room, desperate, broken, and when I slid two fingers inside her, curling them just right—

She shattered.

A scream tore from her throat as she came, legs shaking, her body convulsing against me.

But I wasn’t done.

I stood, flipping her onto the bed, stripping off my jeans and boxers as I crawled over her. She reached for me, but I grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head.

“My turn,” I growled.

I slid the thick head of my cock against her soaked entrance, teasing, taunting.

She writhed beneath me, arching, desperate.

“Fuck, Jesse,” she whimpered. “I need you inside me.”

I thrust deep, burying myself in one hard stroke.

Scarlet cried out, her walls clenching tight around me as I pulled back and slammed into her again. And again. My grip on her wrists tightened as I fucked her hard, rough, the sound of skin on skin mixing with her ragged moans.

“God, you feel so good,” I groaned, watching her, watching her come undone beneath me.

She broke free of my grip, digging her nails into my shoulders, flipping me onto my back in one swift move. She straddled me, impaling herself, taking every inch, her head falling back as she rode me like she was starving for it.

I grabbed her ass, guiding her, thrusting up to meet her, watching those perfect tits bounce with every movement.

“You’re so fucking tight,” I growled, my fingers digging into her skin.

She leaned down, biting my ear. “Come in me.”

That sent me over the edge.

I flipped her again, slamming into her, our bodies colliding in a fevered rhythm. Her moans became screams, raw, primal, and when she clenched around me, her orgasm hitting hard, I lost it.

With a deep groan, I buried myself deep, pulsing, spilling inside her as we both rode the last waves of pleasure.

The room spun.

Our breath tangled together, skin slick, bodies trembling.

Finally, she chuckled, breathless, tracing lazy circles on my chest. “Hell of a ride.”

I smirked, pulling her against me. “Oh, sweetheart—I’m not done with you yet.”

Her eyes darkened.

She reached down.

I was already hard again.

And round two?

Was even fucking filthier.

Chapter 4: Amy

It started at a gas station.

I had pulled in late, needing to fill up. The place was half-dead, just the hum of overhead lights and the occasional car rolling past.

That’s when I saw her.

Leaning against a black Mustang, long legs barely covered by a tight denim skirt, black boots laced up her calves. She was messing with her vape, exhaling a slow stream of smoke, eyes flicking toward me as I stepped out of my car.

A smirk tugged at her lips.

I took my time, fueling up, but I felt her watching. When I met her gaze, she didn’t look away.

“You always stare at strangers this much?” I asked, voice casual, but there was something electric in the air.

She took another drag, blowing it out before answering. “Only the ones who look like they can handle me.”

I huffed a laugh, closing my gas cap. “That so?”

She tilted her head, studying me. “Bet you like being in charge.”

“Bet you like testing limits.”

A slow smile spread across her face. “Depends if you can actually put me in my place.”

I took a step closer. So did she.

The challenge in her eyes made my blood heat. This girl wasn’t just flirting—she was daring me.

“You local?” I asked.

She nodded. “My place is ten minutes from here.”

I reached out, took the vape from her hand, and slid it into my pocket. She blinked, caught off guard.

“That a yes?” she asked.

I leaned in, my mouth brushing the shell of her ear. “That’s a you’re coming with me.”

She shivered.

Then she grabbed her keys, slid into her Mustang, and led the way.

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At Her Place

Amy’s apartment was modern but had an edge—black leather furniture, deep red walls, a few provocative paintings that told me this wasn’t her first time playing these kinds of games.

The bedroom, though—that was where things got interesting.

The bed was a four-poster, heavy and solid, ropes already coiled at the corners. A shelf held cuffs, blindfolds, a riding crop.

She leaned in the doorway, arms crossed, watching me take it all in. “Still think you can handle me?”

I didn’t answer. I just reached for my belt.

Her breath hitched as I snapped it between my hands.

“On the bed,” I ordered.

For the first time, she hesitated—just for a second. Then she smirked, slipped off her jacket, and crawled onto the sheets, stretching out like she was already imagining how I’d restrain her.

I climbed onto the bed, grabbed her wrists, and secured them to the headboard with the ropes, pulling them tight. She tested them, her chest rising and falling faster.

I moved down, spreading her legs, tying each ankle to the posts, leaving her completely at my mercy.

Now she was mine.

“Blindfold?” I asked.

She nodded.

I slipped the soft fabric over her eyes, plunging her into darkness.

I let her feel the silence, the anticipation, her body tightening as she waited. Then I picked up the riding crop, trailing it over her stomach, teasing.

She shuddered.

Then I struck.

A sharp snap against her inner thigh.

She gasped, body jerking against the restraints.

“Color?” I asked, my voice low.

“Green,” she breathed.

I smirked. “Good girl.”

Another slap, this time across her breast. A perfect red mark bloomed against her pale skin.

She moaned, arching, but she wasn’t going anywhere.

I traced my fingers over the welt, soothing, then pinched her nipple hard.

“More,” she whimpered.

I obliged.

A harder smack. Then another. Each one pulling a desperate sound from her lips, her body trembling.

“You like being punished, don’t you?” I murmured.

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Sir.”

That was what I wanted to hear.

I leaned down, flicking my tongue over the marks I’d left, my teeth scraping her skin. Then I moved lower, kissing, biting, teasing until she was squirming, breath ragged.

I spread her open, let my breath ghost over her, and flicked my tongue against her clit—slow, barely-there, just enough to drive her insane.

She let out a frustrated whimper.

I chuckled. “You’re not in control here, sweetheart.”

I slid two fingers inside her, curling them, making her cry out. But when she got close, I pulled away.

She groaned, thrashing. “Please,” she begged.

I gripped her chin, tilting her face up. “Do you want it?”

“Yes.”

“Say it.”

“Please, Sir. I need you. I need to be fucked.”

I grabbed the blindfold, yanked it off so she could see the raw hunger in my eyes. Then I stripped off my clothes, climbed over her, and thrust deep.

She screamed, her whole body bowing against the ropes.

I fucked her—hard, fast, relentless. Her moans turned into gasping sobs of pleasure, her legs shaking, her body tightening around me.

She was close.

I reached between us, circling her clit, and she shattered—her entire body locking up as she came with a scream, pulsing around my cock.

I wasn’t far behind. With a guttural groan, I buried myself deep, spilling inside her, claiming every inch.

For a long moment, we were nothing but breath and sweat, tangled together in the aftermath.

Then, slowly, I untied her wrists, massaging the marks, pressing soft kisses against them. I freed her ankles, letting her stretch, still trembling from the aftershocks.

She curled against me, spent but grinning.

“Next time,” she murmured, voice husky, “I get to tie you up.”

I smirked, fingers tangling in her hair. “Darling,” I growled, dragging my teeth over her throat, “you can try.”

Chapter 5: Becky

I met Becky at a truck stop just past midnight.

The place was quiet except for the occasional rumble of a semi pulling in and the flickering neon buzz of the diner sign. I had just finished grabbing a coffee when I spotted her—a redhead with wild curls and freckles dusting her pale skin, standing near the pumps with a backpack slung over one shoulder.

She was leaning against a signpost, chewing gum, legs bare under cut-off shorts that barely covered her thighs. A loose tank top dipped low, revealing just enough to make a man wonder what was underneath.

Her green eyes locked onto me as I approached.

“Need a ride?” I asked, voice low.

She gave a slow smirk, shifting her weight. “Depends. You a serial killer?”

I let out a rough chuckle. “You a hitchhiker or a cop?”

She popped her gum, shrugged. “I’m heading west. You?”

“Same direction.”

“Then yeah,” she said, tilting her head toward my car. “Let’s roll.”

We walked to my car in silence, the thick night air humming with tension. She slid into the passenger seat, tossing her bag into the back. As I started the engine, she stretched, arching her back, her tank top riding up just enough to show a sliver of smooth skin.

She caught me looking and smirked. “Eyes on the road, cowboy.”

I did. For now.

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The Ride

The road stretched dark and empty, headlights cutting through the night. Becky sat with one knee pulled up, bare foot resting on the seat, fingers idly playing with the hem of her shorts.

“Long drive,” she murmured after a while.

“Yeah.”

She glanced over, green eyes gleaming. “You ever fucked a stranger on the road?”

I felt my grip tighten on the wheel.

“Why?” I asked, voice rough.

She dragged her fingers up her thigh, slow and teasing. “Because I have. And I kinda feel like doing it again.”

I inhaled sharply, heat flashing through me. Without another word, I pulled onto a deserted side road, gravel crunching beneath the tires as I killed the engine.

The second I turned toward her, she was already moving—climbing into my lap, straddling me, her lips crashing against mine.

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Steamy Car Sex

Her mouth was hot and demanding, her body pressing against mine as I grabbed her hips, yanking her closer. She moaned into my lips, grinding down over my hard length through my jeans, teasing me, making me ache.

“You drive stick?” I murmured, hands sliding under her tank top, feeling the smooth skin of her waist.

She smirked, nipping my bottom lip. “I ride everything.”

I tugged her top over her head, revealing small, perfect breasts, her nipples already hard. I took one into my mouth, sucking, biting just enough to make her gasp. Her fingers tangled in my hair, nails raking my scalp as she rocked against me.

I reached down, popping the button on her shorts, sliding my hand inside.

“Fuck,” she whispered, thighs trembling as I found her wet and ready.

I slipped two fingers inside her, curling them just right, making her cry out.

“You get off on this, don’t you?” I growled against her skin. “Fucking strangers in cars.”

She whimpered, grinding down against my hand. “Yes.”

“Filthy little hitchhiker,” I teased, my thumb circling her clit.

Her body jerked, breath hitching.

I didn’t stop. I played her like I owned her, teasing, pushing, until she was trembling, her head dropping to my shoulder.

“You gonna come for me?” I murmured.

She bit my neck. Hard.

Then she shattered, moaning against my skin, body shuddering as she clenched around my fingers.

I groaned, barely holding on to my control.

But I wasn’t done.

I pulled my hand away, unzipping my jeans, freeing my cock. She looked down, licking her lips.

“Fuck,” she whispered.

“Turn around,” I ordered.

She grinned wickedly, shifting, straddling me backward, her hands bracing against the dashboard. I grabbed her ass, squeezing, then lined myself up and thrust deep.

She gasped, nails scraping against the plastic.

I gripped her hips, pulling her back onto me, setting a rough, punishing pace. The car rocked with every thrust, the windows steaming up, the air thick with heat and the sound of skin on skin.

“Harder,” she moaned.

I gave her what she wanted.

Her moans turned into sharp cries, her body tightening around me, legs shaking. I reached around, rubbing her clit, pushing her higher, making her lose control.

She came with a strangled scream, her whole body going tense before shuddering violently.

I barely held back, gripping her waist, pounding into her a few more times before burying myself deep, groaning as I spilled inside her.

We stayed there, breathing hard, her body slumped against mine, the car still fogged up and filled with the scent of sweat and sex.

After a moment, she turned her head slightly, lips brushing my ear.

“Guess I owe you gas money now.”

I smirked, running my hands up her sides. “Nah. This ride’s on the house.”

She laughed, breathless.

Then she kissed me again, and I knew the night wasn’t over yet.

Chapter 6: Lilly

The bar pulsed with energy, neon lights flickering over the polished wood of the counter as music thumped in the background. I was halfway through my drink when I saw her—Lilly.

She moved with effortless confidence, long brunette hair spilling down her back, her petite frame wrapped in a sleek dress that hinted at curves in all the right places. She caught my gaze and held it, her lips curving into a smirk as if she already knew exactly how the night was going to end.

I wasn’t the type to play coy, and neither was she. Before long, we were sitting close, drinks in hand, the conversation laced with playful teasing. She leaned in as she laughed, her fingers grazing my arm just long enough to make it clear—this was no accident.

“Dance with me,” she said, her voice low, inviting.

On the dance floor, she pressed against me, her body molding to mine as we moved in sync. The bass vibrated through us, but it was the heat between us that had me focused. Lilly arched her back slightly, rolling her hips against me, her hands trailing up my chest.

I leaned in, brushing my lips just beneath her ear. “You’re trouble, aren’t you?”

She turned her head just enough that our lips nearly met. “Only if you can’t handle me.”

Challenge accepted.

The Ride Home

The Uber ride to her place was a blur of stolen touches and teasing whispers. Her hand rested on my thigh, nails tracing slow circles that had me itching to take control. When we reached her apartment, she barely had the door shut before she grabbed my shirt and pulled me against her.

“You’ve been looking at me like you want to ruin me all night,” she murmured, lips brushing against mine. “So do it.”

I didn’t need to be told twice.

The Night Unfolds

The moment our lips crashed together, everything else faded. She kissed me like she needed me, fingers tangled in my hair as I pushed her against the wall. Her breath hitched as I ran my hands down her sides, feeling the way her body responded to my touch.

She might have been bold, but she melted under my lead. When I gripped her hips, guiding her exactly where I wanted, she let out a soft, needy sound that sent a rush of heat through me.

Her nails dug into my shoulders as we moved to the bedroom, our bodies tangled in a heated frenzy of lips, hands, and soft gasps. Every touch ignited something deeper, every movement pushing us closer to that intoxicating edge.

Lilly was wild, uninhibited, completely lost in the moment—and I was right there with her.

Hours passed in a blur of heat and pleasure, the night stretching on as neither of us could get enough. By the time we finally collapsed against the sheets, tangled and breathless, she turned her head to look at me, a wicked smile curving her lips.

“You’re staying,” she murmured, still catching her breath.

I smirked, pulling her against me. “I wasn’t planning on leaving.”

And as the night faded into dawn, I knew this was a night I wouldn’t forget.

Please write chapter 6 about a woman named Lilly. She is 23 about 5,3” tall brunette long hair 32 bra size 2 waist likes rough doggie style and oral from behind. She also squirts and gets creamy when having sex. We met in a bar have a few drinks and dance a little. She invites me back to her place and we have hot wild sex. She is a bit aggressive but likes me to take the lead.