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her center. She gasps as my mouth crashes down on hers, hungrily pushing my tongue into her mouth. She meets my advances head on, eagerly giving as well as taking. I swallow her moans, my dick pressing against my jeans painfully.
    “I’m going to fuck you against this wall, pet.”
    Her mewls give me the affirmation I need to continue. “Call me Sam,” she breathes out.
    “What? Why?” I ask perplexed. Women like pet names.
    “I hate it. Call me anything but that.”
    “Samantha,” I drawl, lifting her skirt to her hips.
    “Adam, please,” she begs.
    I’m not sure how or when I got my pants down, but without a second thought I drive into her pussy. My thrusts are hard and punishing as her back slams into the wall over and over. It occurs to me that she’ll bruise, but she doesn’t seem to mind.
    “Don’t stop. Fuck me, Adam. Harder.”
    All control leaves me and I push harder into her. She continues to beg through sobs. One pump, two and then I’m spurting my semen into her hot center.
    The sound of voices has us both coming to our senses.
    I grab my jeans, pulling them unbuttoned over my hips. I press Samantha further into the wall in a lover’s embrace. I’m sure the onlookers are curious as to what’s going on, but they don’t stop to find out. They stroll by without so much as a comment, but we both hear their giggles.
    I release her to her feet and she smooths out her skirt. “I want you in my bed, Samantha.”
    Her head jerks to me. “Wh-what?”
    “You heard me. I’m taking you home with me. Fuck the rules.”

7 Samantha
    G rabbing my hand , he pulls me towards the street and raises a hand to hail a cab. My head is all jumbled— what the hell is happening? One minute I’m pissed at him for turning me into his slut, and the next thing I know my back is pushed up against a wall in a dirty alley as he fucks me raw. This man has an insane pull on me and I’ve got no idea why. Fuck, I don’t even think I care why as long as he keeps fucking me.
    A cab pulls up and Adam ushers me in…
    Adam.
    I still can’t believe he’s my fantasy guy. The man I have dreamed about for so long.
    “72 and York,” he says to the cabbie and my eyebrows rise. Fancy address. But what else should I expect from the boss’s kid. Certainly not a fourth floor walk-up. The ride drags as neither of us speak. It’s as if we’re both at an impasse. He’s breaking his rules and I’ve thrown all decorum out the window. What’s there to say at this point?
    I can feel his gaze on me and then his hand reaches across the space between us and grabs my left thigh. His hand starts to trail small circles below the hem of my skirt, the ministrations causing small goose bumps to form on my pale skin. I part my legs. I’m wanton for his touch and this is my way of silently begging.
    His fingers dip under my skirt and trail upwards. As he starts playing with my moist folds, my breath hitches. His movements become more forceful. Tilting my hips, I match his strokes, lifting my pelvis to take his finger in deeper. I can’t believe I’m allowing this in a cab with a person right in front of us. But I need this man and I need him now in this cab.
    Reaching across the seat, I start to unzip his pants and then my fingers grab him. He’s rock hard and I can feel a bead of moisture on the tip. I’m not the only one who needs this. I shimmy my body away from his hand and turn my face to peer into his eyes. His pupils are huge, dilated with lust. He nods his head once and I straddle his waist, using my left hand to align him with my core. And then I slide all the way down, taking him in inch by inch.
    Once all the way seated, I start to rock up and down on his thick length. My pussy feels so impossibly full and I love every second of it. My clit rubs against the seam of his jeans and I grind down on him harder, chasing the release I’m desperate for. Our gaze is locked as our breathing becomes erratic. The air leaving his mouth