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had her glancing around to make sure no one was watching. Even though it was late, she could still see people scattered about, and the occasional cars passing by.
    Feeling nervous and discomfited, Kate looked up at him and his gaze smoldered, filled with so much heat and desire and anticipation. Leaning back against the concrete wall, he unzipped his fly, and pulled out his cock. He hadn’t been exaggerating about being hard. Obviously her solo act had turned him on more than she thought. She knew this wouldn’t take long. He was already on the verge, his erection like steel. The green of his eyes had darkened to a rich meadow grass, his need shimmering brightly, their heat radiating and pulsing at her.
    He took himself in hand, stroked up and down, watching her all the while, his eyes focused greedily on her mouth. The anticipation was thick in the air. She could feel his excitement. It made her mouth water, eager for his taste, hungry for him again.
    “Open your mouth,” he said brusquely.
    She barely had time to obey before he was deep in her mouth. His hands tangled in her hair, gripping her head, holding her still as he withdrew and then plunged back in.
    “Is this crazy enough for you? Fucking those luscious lips and coming all over your mouth in public, in Paris,” he ground out, rough and breathless.
    Yes, it was. Anyone could stumble upon them, and that alone made her sense and sensibilities burn with embarrassment. Oh but it was decadent too being on her knees, the sultry glow of street lights, the faint noise of traffic and laughter, while he fucked her mouth in the most expensive area in all of Paris, if not the world. The contrast was intoxicating. His groan rang loud in her ears, thrilling her, fuelling her own pleasure as she took him deeper into her mouth. She glanced up, gauging his reaction, eager to see his pleasure. Her entire pussy quivered and tingled. Her own arousal humming in her veins as she sucked him deeper.
    “That’s it,” he groaned. “Take it. All of me. Every inch.”
    He twined his fingers more tightly in her hair, leaving her no room to move . A sign he wanted to control the action. This was about him. He wanted her mouth on his terms. As he pushed his cock to the farthest reaches of her throat, a guttural moan rose to the heavens. The sound reverberating deep within her.
    He slowly withdrew and thrust forward again, and held himself at the back of her throat. He repeated once more, and withdrew again. Still holding her hair tightly in his grasp, he rubbed his cock over her lips and then thrust hard and deep.
    “Jesus,” he said in a gruff voice. “I’m going to come in your mouth, Kate. I want you to swallow every drop.”
    His entire body vibrated with erotic tension. The frantic pace of his thrusts told her he was close. Her mouth welcomed the rough invasion as wet sucking noises echoed in her ears, along with the distant murmurs of the night. This was not like earlier where she’d taken her time in pleasuring him – this was down-and-dirty – and to her surprise, she loved it. As she continued to lick and suck, the inevitable came hard and fast.
    His hips bucked forward and the warm, salty explosion filled her mouth. His hand tightened in her hair to the point of pain, but it felt amazing. He pushed himself into her, and held himself there, as the last of his release poured into her mouth. Still she sucked him deeper, lavishing every bit of attention on him. Staring up at him, she licked him from the head to the base, slowly and languorously. She wanted him to relish this moment until the sensations of his orgasm subsided. Finally, his grip on her hair eased and his cock slipped from her mouth.
    He smiled down at her, triumph glittering in those emeralds, as he proceeded to zip up. He touched her cheek with a gentle caress, and pulled her up to her feet. His mouth came crashing down on hers, devouring her mouth as he had done with his cock. Wrenching his mouth from hers,