while his car bounced up and down. However, the time it took for him to gain control of his car cost him big time. Jamie’s pass was flawless as he shot down the road with expert skill. Before he even made it to the end of the road, his crew was already celebrating. Mack gave no reaction other than to pull out his sheet of paper and scratch Travis’s name off the challenger column.
“Like I said, nothing to see there.” He winked at me, and I smiled back. I was just excited to be witnessing the action this close up with the king himself. The rest of the races followed suit. Feeling pumped up from his win, Jamie immediately called out the number nine spot and won that race also, pushing a racer named Nitro from number nine to number ten, thus making him the new sentinel of the list, meaning that is was his job to protect the lineup. If a new racer wanted on the list, they had to at least be faster than Nitro, which was a tough thing for most newbies to accomplish. Jamie was the only one this year to make it.
I looked around at the crowd of people, observing the way several race crews were moving with efficiency as they prepared their equipment for competition, and the way everyone seemed to respect Mack. His rules were law here. All racers had to wear helmets and race jackets. He also required that all vehicles be equipped with a rollover bar.
He also carefully vetted his racers. They all had to have experience and skill on the road, not just be able to get their car down the street the fastest. It was one of the reasons his racers could claim to be the best in the Carolinas. A smile formed on my lips as I watched the activity a little while longer, and when I looked up, Mack was staring back at me with the corner of his mouth turned up in amusement.
“What?” I asked, feeling a little self-conscious.
“Nothin’.” He shook his head and slowly looked away. “But I need to talk to you later.”
“About?”
He didn’t answer, but his devilish grin made my insides flip with anticipation.
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“That’s it. Fuck, that’s so good.” Mack groaned as I rolled my hips forward, increasing my pace. His hands grabbed on to either side of my waist, and he moved me up and down on him. Even as wet as I was, his girth was so large that it was difficult to take all of him without feeling stretched to my limits. He was touching every part of me, and it felt amazing.
He pushed up my shirt and pulled the cups of my bra away from my breasts, then swirled his tongue over each tight nipple. I threw my head back and moaned. I didn’t care if anyone could hear us. Most of the crowd was gone, and Mack had pulled me into the front seat of a pickup truck he said belonged to him so that we could “talk.” The windows were heavily tinted, but we’d fogged up the glass so much that tint wouldn’t have mattered anyway.
“You have gorgeous tits,” Mack murmured as he pinched a nipple between his teeth causing me to cry out.
“Mack,” I gasped.
“Hmm?”
“I’m going to come.”
“Yeah, come for me, Firefly.”
“Mack,” I moaned just as the sensation was reaching its peak. He pushed upward as deep as he could go while he pulled my hips down onto him, and I fell over the edge. I bucked wildly and rested my palms on the roof of the truck for support. Mack’s thumb rubbed circles on my clit, prolonging my orgasm. He pulled my mouth to his and plunged his tongue inside. Soon I was climbing my way to another climax. I wrapped my arms around his neck and let my body move the way it wanted to. His lips were at my ear, his words hoarse as he spoke.
“Ah, Jonna. You’re close. I can feel how fucking wet you are for me. I love the way you respond when I touch you. Don’t hold back. Let me have it.” His panting increased, and I watched the cords of his neck strain as he held his breath. “Let go,” he commanded, and I did. My body exploded around him as our eyes locked. His lids fluttered closed briefly, as I felt
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