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With his words, the intensity of pleasure surged as his finger glided over my slick entrance. I arched closer to him, his hot breath lighting a trail down my neck and making me quiver with excitement. Our breaths merged as his hands traced my back, settling onto my ass tightly.
“Do you want me to fuck you here?” he whispered.
The question didn't even need to be asked nor answered.
I leaned into him, keeping my balance. My hand traveled down the front of him and found the large bulge begging to be released from its confines. There was something electric and primal about what we were doing.In public. Sure, the door was locked, but anyone could walk in. They would find out exactly how dirty I've become.
“Wouldn't want your cock to go without getting a taste of this sweet, wet, tight pussy,” I said in response. His muscles tensed beneath me with each sultry word, his cock growing harder.
With a growl, he lifted me up by my ass and slammed me down onto the counter.
A moan erupted from my mouth, his hand immediately covering it.Oh, how I wish he would use me already.
“Careful, now...” he muttered. His calloused hands rubbed across my mouth and down my chin. He tapped a single finger against my lips. His forehead leaned against mine, his dark eyes driving into my soul. They glistened with the lust he sought after—I, his prize. “Unless you want someone to hear how much of a filthy whore you are?” Quinton winked, leaning in for a kiss. A rush of need flooded me.
I smiled against his lips, my heart racing against my chest. The faint scent of his cologne mixed with the musk of arousal as we kissed—a push and pull dance both of us were eager to partake in. Without warning, he bit down on my lower lip sending a sudden burst of pain through me. Then, a wave of pleasure joined it, eliciting another moan from my lips as an iron taste filled my mouth. I closed my eyes, savoring every moment as his lips continued to explore mine in a needy frenzy.
He pushed up my skirt and dragged me closer to the edge of the countertop. The cool surface clung to my bare thighs. I was a rag doll in his arms, at his mercy. His plaything to do with as he wished. Despite the overwhelming feeling of submission, I welcomed the sensations coursing through me. The idea that I was nothing more than his toy only added to my pleasure.
Quinton's fingers teased my slit, dragging across it. He smirked as I struggled to maintain composure. Our ragged breaths grew as sweat gathered along my chest. The low-cut blouse left little to the imagination. But what it did hide, Quintonwas quick to release. His hands yanked at the fabric, the buttons popping open to reveal the black laced bra underneath.
“Dressed up just for me?” He growled against my ear as one hand squeezed my breast in his hand. The other traveled back to its original movement between my legs.
“Had to give you something to unwrap, no?” I teased, raising my eyebrow.
A moan caught in my throat as he flicked a finger against my clit, the pleasure vibrating through me.
“What was that?” he asked, leaning closer.
My legs opened wider as they wrapped around his hips. His hand caught between us, and his other inched up from my breast to my throat. His grip tightened around my neck, the pressure of the hold making it challenging to breathe.
His finger pressed against my swollen clit, moving rapidly now. The furious sensations morphed into electrifying pulses that brought to life an eruption of goosebumps along my arms. My chest heaved with each breath, while the firm hold around my throat muffled my moans.
The scent of sex lingered in the air as he expertly brought me to the brink of ecstasy and teased me with slow, deliberate movements before increasing the pace once again. Spots gathered in my vision as my eyes watered. The intense pleasure mingled with the ache of desire, the sensations building toward climax.
But then he stopped.
He leaned in close, releasing his grip around my neck. “I want you to watch as I make you cum around my cock.”
Without warning, he grabbed me roughly, spinning me around. My toes barely scraped the floor as he bent me over the cold countertop. Staring back at me was a lost, lustful, and hungry version of myself. My lipstick smeared across my lips, leaving a visible trail of where his mouth had ravaged me. Myeyeliner had smudged and was running down my cheeks in thin lines—a testament to the passion of the moment. He traced his fingers over my spine. A trail of shivers followed his fleeting touch, rolling down my body.
The sound of his zipper echoed in the air. A predatory smile spread across his lips as he met my gaze in the mirror.
“Aren't you just a pretty little whore?” he muttered, his hot breath tickling the back of my neck, causing goosebumps to rise. His hands trailed along the flesh of my arms, up my shoulders, to the back of my neck. I leaned into him, wanting to chase his touch wherever it would lead.
Quinton wrapped his hand into my hair, tugging it. My chin lifted, and my dark eyes watched myself in the mirror. I was no longer behind them, a mess of desire and avoidance. Quinton and I hadn’t been screwing for long—only a few months—yet there I was, letting this man use me in public. The sounds of far-off conversation and the thumping of the bass reminded me of the possibilities of being caught. Sickeningly, I enjoyed every minute.
The tip of his rigid cock hovered near my throbbing entrance, pressure and anticipation swiftly building. My legs quivered, shaking as he continued to tease me. He moved his cock along my slit, soaking himself in my wetness. He ever so slightly thrust the tip of his dick into me before popping back out. The fleeting taste of pleasure danced along my nerves, igniting the hot desire that bloomed in the pit of my stomach.
A twisted and proud smirk grew along his lips as he watched me tense. Every nerve in my body pleaded for release, a release he was dead set on making me beg for. I pressed my ass back against him, a pout on my lips. I wanted him to fill me. To be inside me. I scooted my hips back again, grinding my pussy against his hardened cock. Instead of giving me what I wanted, he yanked my hair harder.
“I'm enjoying myself,” he said, a bite in his voice. “But...”
Anticipation lingered in the air as he bent down, his hard chest against my back pressing me further into the counter. He kept my head lifted, one hand moving around to fasten itself around my neck. “Does the needy little whore want my hard cock rammed inside her?”
I closed my eyes, falling into the euphoria his dirty words gave me.
His strong hands squeezed my neck, making it difficult to breathe again. But my body wasn’t pleading for air. “Open your eyes, pretty one.”
