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"I can't wait to fuck you for real, my love…." He breathed while kissing her neck.

She couldn't understand what he meant.

With a gasp, she opened her eyes, finding herself in the passenger seat of Jane's car, late at night. She blushed, embarrassed, because of the wet dream about the man, had in said man's company, and got worried. Had she been loud? Did she moan, say his name, plead him to fuck her, to let her drink his come while she swallowed his cock to the whole?

She tensed, both for the fear and because she could still feel her arousal, the wetness, the need burning inside her core…. It wasn't only that she wanted to come, she needed to come, desperately. She would have loved to finger herself there, or ask Jane to do it for her….or her vibrator, she would have loved have her vibrator….or maybe… she remembered a whispered, giggling kinky conversation she and Grace had at yoga, when the redhead had admitted that, after years and years of practice, she had learn to silently go into orgasm just squeezing the right muscles, without any actual touch. Why didn't she ask more about it?

"What kind of vegetables do you eat, Lisbon? Or is it maybe the fruit? I bet it's the strawberries…" he asked her, grinning, while carefully checking the road ahead of them; she didn't answer, merely looked at him quizzically. "I'm asking you because the smell of your arousal is simply…mind-blowing, and like I've ever smelled before, strong and filling and yet sweet enough. I bet that man get crazy when they taste you on their tongues, woman…"

He grinned, and grinned and grinned some more, and Lisbon didn't know if looking at him like he had horns like some kind of devil made flesh, or around herself, just to make sure she wasn't on some TV-shows such as "PUNKED" or "Candid Camera"….

Or maybe, just maybe, the dream wasn't over yet. Yep, she bet that was the answer. She remembered the drama club back at school, with the meta-theatre, the show inside the show. It had to be just like that. A meta-dream, a dream inside another dream…well, a wet dream inside another wet dream, if she wasn't mistaken.

She smiled lazily, almost glad, happy and satisfied with her realization, but she did not to answer his question, and when she turned to see Jane, though, the aroused and grinning man was no more, instead, in his place, stood an annoyed and angry brute… who was even hotter than the other Jane.

They stood in silence, until he took an old road, not too big, almost secluded, just to come to a sudden halt just before a cliff, close to the edge; he exited the car, slamming the door shout with a crushing sound, taking a couple of steps ahead and as many back, and he kept doing so until she joined him, frantically calling after him, confused and a bit in panic, the roaring of the waves of the ocean under them in her ears, the lights of the Citroen the only thing illuminated their path. Besides that…. Quiet, an d no one around.

"You know, I almost can't believe you! You are the one always telling me that I have to accept that there are people who care about me, and you can't do it? Instead of accepting that I care about you, that I want you, you prefer to think that is just a dream or put it under the carpet? I'm here, Lisbon! He is gone and I am still here! Why can't you accept it? Why do I have to be big and bad to convince you that it's the truth?" he screamed, roaring like an attacking lion, throwing himself at her, going, though, not at her throat but her lips, devouring them, not allowing her to take the lead, dominance, the chance to establish the rhythm.

He backed her up until her legs didn't hit the front of his car, and Lisbon found herself with her back against the cold metal of the hood of his car, Jane pressed against her, still kissing her, more lazily and his arousal…. She could feel his cock, hard and huge, behind the cotton of his tailored pants, pressed against her body, making her feel dizzy and light-headed with desire.

"He is gone, Teresa. I'm free. Free to live. Free to love you… why don't you want to accept it? Why don't you want me back?" he moaned between open-mouthed kisses on her neck, between a trail of hickeys that he lovely licked with his idle tongue.

She stopped him, cupped his face to look at him better and stare at the man before her eyes; he gulped and her eyes turned teary when she saw the true passion, the real love in his ones; she brought his lips back to hers, and kissed him; it was all the encouragement he needed, and with renewed lust and passion, aware of what was in the back of his car, he showed no care, no mercy for her clothes, while, grinning mischievously and maliciously, Lisbon did the same, starting by removing his belt.

Soon, they were both stark naked against the cold pale blue metal of the car.

She leaned against the hood of the car like a kitty, legs wide open, her wet, glistering sex on display for him, all the whole staring at Jane, hands on his kidneys, hips pushed forwards to put his erection on better display for her; he licked his lips as she bit her own, his eyes focused on her breast, full, rounded, slightly bigger than the rest of her body but not disproportioned, and that thigh hole, her small opening, shapely, already creaming with her juices for him…

"Seeing something you like, Mr. Jane?"

"I'd ask you the same thing, agent Lisbon, but I don't see the need, as the evidence is all over you…" he got closer and closer, he caged her with his form, his left close to her head, flush against the metal, while his right skimmed over her naked body, following his own words, making her shiver with need and desire, making the hunger stronger, the need to come even bigger. "Look at yourself, Teresa…. Cheeks flushed, lips full because of my kisses, hard nipples standing erect even if I haven't touched you there yet, trembling stomach and wet core… so, so wet, and your arousal….you are wet to your knees, Teresa, such a little dirty girl…. Mmm, I wonder if you taste as deliciously as you smell…" he went on his knees, grinning, ready to tongue-fuck her into craziness with his skilled mouth, but Lisbon took an handful of curls and made their lips collide once again, her legs around him, crossed ankles at his back, pushing his hips against her own, his hard on in direct contact with her wet pussy, trembling with glistering juices.

"You are going to fuck me with your cock, Jane, and you are going to do it right here right now." she ordered gritting her teeth, with a tone that wanted to make it clear that she was boss in the sheets, a sexy dominatrix, a mistress clad not in leather but in her birthday suite.

He just grinned and smiled more than satisfied, and pushed into her to the hilt in one swift move, backing Lisbon up in the car furthermore. He pumped wildly into her, short but hard and quick strokes against her most sensitive part, and as soon as his mouth found an hard nipple, he bit it, and sucked it keeping the aroused flesh between his teeth, sending her immediately in multiple orgasm, her cries reverberating into the night, lost under the onslaught of the stormy sea; while Lisbon cried out sordid pleas, to Jane, it was like her core didn't want to allow him to stop pumping, never allowing him to leave as it kept clenching around his massive shaft.

He pushed her into the car, hands on her hips to keep her steady, such a strong hold that he was already foretasting the incoming bruises; she started finger herself to increase her own pleasure, lazily, but he didn't say a word; actually, he liked it as well, it was erotic that she was touching his cock when he slammed into her with both her walls and fingers… why wasn't he recording it? He should have thought about it, and if their vigor and dirtiness were indicators of any kind, it was that they were better than porn-stars at fucking. There were so many kinky things he couldn't wait to try with her! he would have loved making a porn movie with her, and then look at it, together, every time they were screwing each other….

Just the come made his cock stir, and he come inside her, triggering yet another orgasm in Teresa; he pulled out of the suction of her clenching hole, and giving himself an hard and vigorous hand-job right before her eyes, pumping his huge cock with an hard but steady rhythm, he come some more on her skin, looking at her, amazed, spattering it everywhere, frequently licking the stuff from her hands.

He collapsed against the hood of the car, spent, at her side, nuzzling her neck and kissing her shoulder, the mere contact with her naked form awakened yet again the beast in him, bringing his cook out of retirement in record time, his length stirring back to life, filled with boiling, hot blood for his mistress, and he immediately put it on display for her.

"You know, Agent Lisbon, Mr. Cock here feels very lonely and neglected…and, as an agent of the law, I think you should help him out. Also because, otherwise, I'll have to take care of him myself…"