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And before she could ponder the question, she hung her head to the side and vomited wedding cake, lobster and vodka all over the floor.

 
    Chapter 6
     
    Bryce reclined her car seat and gratefully let her body relax. She had left work early and still ended up getting stuck in rush-hour traffic, and she hated Atlanta’s traffic. People were always driving as though they were racing from the Devil; fortunately she had another accident free commute. She had another twenty minutes before Donté was supposed to show up.
    She didn’t want to get a motel room, this was going to be one of their fuck and run sessions.
    Bryce pulled out her iPad, just because she had left work early didn’t mean that there still wasn’t work to be done. She was answering e-mails when, forty-minutes later Donté tapped on her window. So engrossed in her work, she didn’t notice the time or his car pulling up next to her.
    She glanced up from her work and inhaled sharply, he still took her breath away. He was gorgeous. He hadn’t shaved and his face sported a five o’clock shadow giving him a rugged look. His full lips had lifted in greeting showing just a hint of his dazzling white teeth.
    Bryce unlocked the doors and Donté slid into the backseat, where after she put her iPad on the passenger seat, she joined him. She wrapped her arms around his neck. “I missed you,” she whispered.
    “ Show me how much!” And without any warning he unzipped his pants and his dick sprang out, hard and ready. She knew from their previous trysts he didn’t always wear underwear. She grabbed it and began stroking it. “Come on Ma, we don’t have all day.”
    Bryce knew what that meant; she kicked off her shoes and pulled off her panties. While she was getting ready, Donté was slipping on a condom. With her back facing him, Donté grabbed her waist and she slowly lowered herself on his cock, she shuddered as he filled her, inch by inch. Bryce groaned as she held onto his muscled thighs.
    Donté lunged upward and she screamed, his grip tightened and he increased his pace, moving at a speed that left her breathless. Between his deep thrusts and the incredibly fast movements of their hips, Donté had put her in a desire induced haze. The fact that she was a married woman in a car fucking a stripper was nonexistent while he rammed his cock into her.
    He continued the pace until the only thing that mattered to Bryce was his dick plunging into her, filling her, and hitting her sweet spot. Donté grunted as he moved inside her, her pussy hugging his cock. Pressure began building at her core, and she grabbed at it, craving it. Suddenly heat consumed as the pressure was unleashed. And her body convulsed as it took over her. It was so powerful that she was sure she had blacked out for a second or two. She tried to get off him, but Donté held onto her, not allowing her to leave.
    “ Not before I get my nut,” he hissed into her ear. Fortunately, she didn’t have long to wait, Donté thrust upwards, shouted then shuddered. “Now you can get off.” Still dazed by her powerful orgasm, Bryce slid off him and slumped next to him.
    He pulled his condom off, knotted it, opened the door and tossed it under the car. The first time he did it, Bryce was disgusted, now it was as if he was throwing out a soiled napkin. He pulled up his shorts while Bryce readjusted her dress.
    “ How come we can’t meet at your house?” Bryce complained to Donté.
    “ It’s a mess, besides I don’t think that it’ll meet up to your standards,” he drawled.
    “ I’m sure it’s nice.”
    “ It’s aw’ight. So how’s married life?” Donté asked, quickly changing the subject.
    “ Why would you ask me something like that?”
    Donté shrugged. “Just wondered, obviously it’s not working, since you’re here with me.”
    “ Obviously ,” Bryce said dryly.
    He pulled out a cigarette and lit up. He passed it to her and she hesitated before taking it. She brought it to her