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"Dark Horse"-(Blake Griffin)-For Lauren *Explicit* *Long*

"Cause once you’re mine, once you’re mine, there’s no going back..."

"I hate these blurred lines!" DeAndre and Blake sung; their voices way out of pitch, with no rhythm. "I know you want it! I know you want it!" You and DeAndre's girlfriend, Amber, looked at each other, and shook your heads. Small forward, Matt Barnes and his wife Gloria laughed at the two. "Two peas in a pod" she said. The limo pulled into the driveway of Matt's home after thirty minutes of leaving the ESPY Awards, which took place L.A. "Well this is our stop" Gloria stated. Matt got out of the Hummer limousine and helped Gloria out. Their twin boys stood out the door with their grandparents. "Mommy! Daddy!" Isaiah and Carter squealed running to hug them. Everyone in the car grinned at scene. "I'll see you all later" Matt called. We waved as the limo drove off. Blake's put his hand on your thigh. "One day we'll be like that" he whispered, a boyish grin on his lips. You laid your head on his chest and looked up at him. "Yup. One day." Blake kissed you with his soft lips. His tongue slipping past your lips. You could tell he was buzzed and horny. "Eww!" DeAndre groaned in disgust. You pulled away from him. "Blake there are people in here" you reminded. He shrugged. "They don't have to watch." You pushed him away again. "Blake. Later." you said sternly. He sighed and sat back in his seat. Ten more minutes had passed, but the driver eventually pulled up to driveway of DeAndre's home.

"I'll see you two hormonal teenagers later" he teased as he got out with Amber. "Text me!" Amber yelled to you. "Okay!" you yelled back. "Finally, alone at last" Blake sighed happily as the driver pulled out of the driveway, now heading towards your house twenty minutes away. His eyes dark with lust as he looked at your cleavage in your dress. "I want you now" he breathed with a deep, husky voice. Blake pulled you closer to him on the seat, and began to plant kisses down your neck with his soft pink lips. You gave in. Your finger trailed along the outline of the growing bulge in his pants. "Damn, Lauren, don't tease me.." You lowered your face to his lap and he pulled your hair back behind your ears. You unbuttoned his gray dress pants and pulled out his growing member. You ran your thumb across the head while slowly turning your hand giving in small pumps. "Lauren don't-" his voice hitched as you  ran your tongue from the base up to the tip. You leaned down and sucked on the sensitive tip. Blake's face turned a dark red. "More." You grew wetter. You didn't want to rush, you were still a while away from being home. Your cheeks hollowed to pull him farther into your throat. You stopped sucking and looked at him flirtatiously through your eyelashes. "Damn you look so..uh sexy" he groaned, throwing his head back. You didn't care if the driver heard you two or not. Deep moans rumbled in his throat, his hands gripped the leather seats harder from the pleasure.

His hips thrust up against your mouth as you worked. "Oh god" he panted, his chest moving up and down with shaky breaths. You let your teeth run lightly up his twitching dick as you pulled your mouth off of him. You got on to Blake's lap and lifted up your expensive dress over your thighs. Blake pulled your panties to the side and slammed into your throbbing wetness, giving you very little time to adjust to his large size. Your back arched, Blake's erratic hip movements driving you closer to the edge. You leaned against his chest and rested your head on his shoulder. "Uh.." Blake grunted. You ran your hands through his short curls. "Oh my God, Blake.." Both of your bodies tingled with arousal. The bumps in the road added to the pleasure. Sex with Blake was always this good, you were happy to have him, that and he was an amazing boyfriend. Blake's heavy breathing pulled you out of your thoughts. "You like me fucking you like this? Hmm?" His lips found your neck again in the darkness of the car. "Yes Blake! Fuck me harder! Please!" you begged. He sucked, licked and nipped at your neck. There would be a hickey there in the morning you knew it would. But fuck it. His hands began to grip your waist tighter and tighter; a familiar feeling of release building in you both. "Blake, I'm cumming" you moaned, gripping his shoulders through his blazer. "Me too baby." He grunted and his hot cum flooded your insides and painted your walls with a thick coat; your slick juices dripped out of you onto his thighs. You lifted your face to look at Blake. Your thighs still quivering and his hips grinding into you. "We still have a few more minutes" he advised. You smirked. "Round two?" You nodded. 

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