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“Thanks,” he smirks, and I want the floor to swallow me up so I can die in peace. “Maybe you should stay close so you don’t bump into anyone else. I can handle you.”
My brow skyrockets. “Oh yeah?” Is he flirting with me? It’s been so long since I’ve flirted, I don’t know how to react. Do I get pissed or try to say something catchy in return?
“Josiah, stay with your class. I need to show this lady where the restroom is.” He tells his son, then grabs my arm, tugging me away before I have a chance to register he’s carting me off somewhere.
“I don’t need the bathroom, but, um, thanks. I’ll just get back in the line and try not to bother you again.”
“Oh no,” he shakes his head, wearing a dire expression. “No way that’ll work.”
“Excuse me?” I huff as he tugs me behind a thick, velvet curtain. It has signs all over telling everyone it’s for employees only and there’s no entry, yet here we are. Alone. “Look, I don’t know what I did to make you go to extremes and all, but I said I was sorry, okay? I have to get back to my daughter.” I’m ready to bolt when his free hand goes to my other bicep, and then he’s tugging me to him. In the next blink, his mouth is on mine. Warm, tender lips take mine in a rushed frenzy, making my head spin. I’m in shock. On my gasp, his tongue enters my mouth, coaxing mine to move along to his intoxicating dance.
When was the last time I was kissed? I mean, really kissed? Years it feels like. At least it’s been years since I was wrapped up in an all-consuming kiss, and even then, I don’t remember it being this good. He tastes like mint and soda, his chest firm under my splayed palms as I grip his buttery soft shirt, holding on for dear life. He breaks away, his mouth moving to my throat where he kisses me, grumbling, “Your daughter is fine with the class. There are a ton of chaperones.” He presses kisses, sucking and nipping between each word, eliciting a bolt of lust spiraling straight through me. My pussy throbs with each rasp of his voice, his grip firm on my arms, not letting me escape his hold. This is all wrong. I shouldn’t be here right now, let alone kissing a complete stranger, yet I don’t want him to stop. In fact, I may combust if he does end it too soon.
“This is wrong, I shouldn’t be doing this.”
“Fuck following the rules. I knew the moment I saw you splayed out on your knees, I wanted to taste you.”
My head falls back, my gaze moving heavenward as I wonder if this is real life or if I’ve gotten stuck in my head again and dreamed it all up. His grip on me says differently, that it’s one hundred percent real as his hands skate down my arms to grip my hips. The man isn’t screwing around as he continues to explore my curves, fingertips running down my outer thighs to hook underneath my knee length flowy dress. I paired it with a cute little jean jacket, booties, and my big black slouchy bag, thinking I looked like a hip momma for our museum trip.
Strong fingers and calloused hands smooth up the freshly shaven skin of my thick thighs, making goosebumps overtake my flesh. This man definitely doesn’t wear a suit to work, no I’d bet he’s using these big paws daily to make his hard-earned cash. What is it about a laborer that I find so damn attractive? Knowing they use muscle and sweat daily to bring home every dollar just does something to my lady parts. “We can’t do this,” I protest, even though every ounce of me wants nothing more but to continue. I say it because it’s the right thing to say. What’s expected of a woman in a situation like this. Even if I absolutely don’t mean it.
“Oh, we’re doing it, and if we didn’t have kids on the other side of the curtain, we’d be doing so much more,” he promises. “Fuck, these big panties make me so goddamn hard.” He groans and my face flames all over again. I’m wearing my fucking cotton granny panties. I swear I’m burning the damn things after today. Never again will I be caught in unsexy underwear. I should be wearing them for myself at the very least, but I’ve gotten lazy. Comfortable. Complacent. It’s a dangerous combination and clearly, I needed this wake-up call before I allow myself to sink to the level of completely not taking pride in myself.
Fuck that. I’m a strong woman. It’s time I remembered it too.
CHAPTER 2
ALLISON
“You know what?” I say, as my hands move over every firm inch I can grasp on my way to the bottom of his shirt. I slip them underneath and go for his belt buckle, making quick work of the obstacle. “You’re right, we’re absolutely doing this.”
“Christ, you’re so sexy.” He groans, ripping the panties down my legs, then he’s right there where I need him most. My pussy throbs, weeping like the unattended greedy whore she’s been for far too long. I haven’t had sex in a year or so and my body aches for the passion, for the soft caresses of a lover. The last time with Mike was the same as any before. A duty. The obligation I have to make per being married to the man, but it was such a fucking disappointment. Boring, redundant, and an overall total let down. I guess it’d help if he hadn’t slept with other women while being married to me, but hey, we’re not going there right now. Not when I have this sexy stranger who’s barely touched me and is already about to send me over the edge.
His jeans button and zipper are next as I fumble to free them and stick my hand inside his pants. He wastes no time, pushing two fingers inside me deep. My forehead hits his shoulder as it takes everything in me not to moan loudly. He pumps them in and out and my mouth moves to his shirt, sinking into the hardness of his shoulder muscle. He grunts as my teeth clamp down but his moves get rougher, with jerky fingers he fucks them into me and out again, my thighs growing wetter with each thrust. I’m so turned on, all I can do is hold on while he drives those calloused fingers into my channel over and over. The orgasm hits me in a flash, tears springing to my eyes as it’s so quick and powerful.
“That’s it. Good girl. Come all over my hand, gorgeous.” He praises and the moment my throbbing ebbs a touch, he’s pulling his digits free. I’m about to protest, and possibly beg him to give me another, but before I have the chance, he’s shoving the front of his pants and boxer briefs down enough to let his cock spring free. It’s huge. Thick and long, and the most beautiful dick I’ve ever seen. I don’t say that lightly either, I think the things are fucking ugly. Wrinkly little wormy bastards, but not this man. He’s like a powerful stallion, made to fuck and fill your fantasies with what all cocks should be made of. I’m almost expecting a soundtrack to play in the background and glitter to explode around us, but it doesn’t happen. Instead, he spins me around so fast I get dizzy, tosses my skirt above my ass and lines himself up to my entrance. “I suggest you bite your fist,” he growls the warning, only giving me two seconds before he’s thrusting inside.
I’m torn between the feeling of my body pitching forward with his thrust and my pussy being split in two. His cock is going to absolutely wreck me. “Oh, God.”
“Call me Zeus, sweetheart.”
“Zeus,” I manage to whimper as he pulls out and pushes in a bit further. I’m going to die, and that’s saying a lot since I’m completely soaked from the brutal finger-fucking I took moments ago. I should’ve known with the way the man is built that he’d have a cock like no other. “Y-you’re so big,” I stammer, gasping as he pulls out and pushes in, stretching me more than Mike ever could’ve dreamed of.
“Mm, and your pussy is warm, wet, and tight. Like heaven, beautiful. Haven’t felt something this fluffy and welcoming in fuck knows how long, Jesus, I needed this. You’re perfect, absolutely fucking perfect. Now be a good girl and hold on to your knees, I’ll try not to hurt you too badly, but this fuck is gonna be rough, your pussy is too good.”
With each of his praises, my cunt clenches around him, milking him deeper as I grow ridiculously wet and turned on. I grab one knee tightly, while I fist my other hand and stuff it in my mouth as much as I can so I don’t scream the museum down. The last thing we need is anyone to catch two strangers fucking like wild animals when there are a ton of people right on the other side of a heavy partitioned curtain. His grip is brutal as he wraps one arm around my waist, planting his hand firmly on my hip to the point I know it’ll leave bruises behind. I can’t find it in myself to care as he uses his free hand to reach between my thighs and brush against my clit. His fingertips find my swollen bud, pressing and swirling until I’m gasping and shaking from the sensations.
“That’s it, keep milking my cock, sweetheart. Christ, you’re a beauty and you feel so fucking good. I love how soaked you’re making my cock. Fuck. You smell good and feel good, I can only imagine how you taste. I swear if I catch you again, I’m licking this little cunt until you come all over my face. Gonna have those tits pink and swollen from sucking on them too much and then, after I’ve made you come from my mouth, I’m gonna ride you so fucking hard you’ll think my cock is a part of you.”
It's too much. Tears escape me as I fight the orgasm, trying to hold myself back, but the deep raspy timbre whispering dirty things next to my ear while he kisses and fucks me has me waving the white flag. Biting into my hand, I moan, trying with everything in me to stay quiet, but it doesn’t work. I drop my hand, letting out a satisfying moan before his big paw clamps over my lips, muffling the sound. He groans low, a feral growl against my throat as he pumps his come inside me has me shivering all over. The sound makes my nipples hard enough to chip glass and sends me into a third orgasm.
He holds me as we both breathe deeply, trying to catch our breath. Eventually, he backs up, straightening me up before spinning me to face him once more. His eyes are wide, his look awestruck which is crazy considering he’s the one who gave me the good dicking. “I-I,” I start to stammer again before shutting up. Why in the hell can’t I talk around this man? Grabbing my panties, I quickly yank them back up my thighs, catching the cum with them before it has a chance to leak all over the place. I’m still a bit shaky, my legs feeling wobbly as I attempt to straighten myself back out and act like I have an ounce of dignity still intact when, in fact, this stranger just managed to wreck me in a matter of minutes. And don’t get me started on the plethora of cum currently gushing out of my slit. Thank fuck for granny panties after all because anything smaller wouldn’t hold the warm silky liquid slicking my pussy lips.
He follows my lead, tucking his enormous cock in his pants and buttoning himself back up. His hat flew off at some point so he retrieves it, planting it back over his rich chestnut hair, effectively looking as if nothing happened at all. His neck is a bit flushed, but if anything, it only makes him appear more attractive. He reaches for me, and so help me, I stand still, allowing him to softly swipe his thumb over my cheek. The touch is so tender it has my heart racing a mile a minute for an entirely different reason than before. He pauses, softly brushing my skin before moving to fix my hair for me.
“Oh, uh, thanks,” I manage to choke out, completely enraptured with the gorgeous guy before me. He’s not classically handsome like a clean-cut man in an expensive suit, but in more of a rugged way. “Who are you?” I find myself asking, and damn, do I want to know every scrap of information on him I possibly can.
“I’m Zeus.”
