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Smoke Jumper

... Brooke suggested to Jake that they should leave. Jake threw a ten-dollar bill at the bartender with instructions to buy a round for those whose drinks had been spilled. Brooke grabbed his arm, dragging him through the door, down the stairs and around a corner into an alley, where she promptly pushed him into the wall and kissed him deeply, ignoring the beer seeping from his shirt through her dress.

When their kiss broke all Jake could find to say was, “You’re getting all wet.” to which Brooke replied, “Oh, you have no idea!”

With that, she grabbed his hand and they began running down the alley with Brooke explaining that it would be best to get out of the area in case anyone called the local sheriff, who happened to be Brad’s uncle. A couple of doors later she led him down a short flight of stairs, pulled keys from her purse, and opened the door. “It’s the basement of the library, nobody will think to look here,” she said.

By now Jake’s head was spinning as the reality of the last few minutes sunk in. An avalanche of words poured from his mouth as he simultaneously apologized while cursing the assholes he had dispatched. After about thirty seconds of this, Brooke put a finger to his lips.

“Shhh,” she whispered. “Just shut up and fuck me.”

Certain he had misheard, Jake started to let loose with another adrenaline-fueled barrage of apologies and explanations, when her hand cracked against his face. Stunned, he stood silent. It was the hardest he had been hit all ...

... night.

“Exactly what part of shut up and fuck me do you not understand?” Brooke said, this time not in a whisper.

In a moment of clarity, Jake understood completely. She had scarcely finished her sentence before he grabbed her and kissed her roughly, pushing her a few steps backward across the room until her backside ran into an old desk. Grabbing her by the ass, he lifted her and sat her on the edge of the desk with her legs straddling him. His growing hardness ground against her as they engaged in an awkward bit of hand-to-hand combat, each desperately trying to remove the other’s clothes while not breaking their fevered kiss. Ever the gentleman, Jake relented and helped her remove his beer-soaked shirt, freeing her hands to undo his belt and yank down his fly.

His manners did have limits and his impatience soon won out. He roughly pulled her sundress down setting free her breasts, each tipped with a nipple as red and as hard as a ruby. As they kissed, she screamed into Jake’s mouth as he pinched and twisted one of the nipples, which sent a shock wave directly to her now throbbing clit and set loose a fresh wave of wetness, which seeped from her pussy and soaked her panties. It didn’t much matter as were gone moments later as Jake spun her around, pushed up her dress, and yanked them down her legs to her ankles in a single motion.

Shoving down his boxers and jeans he pressed his rock-hard cock forward, tracing down the cleft of her ass to the warm wet lips that ...