Page 5 of No One’s Daughter

​I licked my lips as my eyes trailed over him and his muscular frame. The black shirt he was wearing did little to hide the muscles beneath, and the way he had it half unbuttoned showed a dusting of light hair on his chest and I couldn’t help but picture the trail of it leading southbound. There was a noticeable bulge straining at the front of his jeans and I couldn’t help myself. I blamed it on the alcohol, though really I knew that had nothing to do with it. I was horny as fuck and I needed this man. Now.

“Woah, wow,” he excitedly exclaimed as my hand reached to touch his bulge, and fuck me, even restrained like this, it was obvious he was God’s favourite. Despite his vocal surprise, he made no move to stop my hand or move out of my reach, instead his huge frame crowded around me as he caged me against the wall. “Here?” he asked in confirmation, his tone now much lower, and fuck, the depth of it lit me alight.

​I nodded and his mouth came crashing against mine. There was no space left between us and my lungs struggled for air. His tongue danced around mine and I tasted smoke and whiskey on his breath.

“Why do you smell so fucking,” he all but groaned against my mouth. “Good.”

Um thanks, I guess. Why do guys always say weird shit like that?

I was inclined to ignore the comment, on account of the fact that he actually seemed to know what he was doing though. It almost made me want to get to know him, perhaps even date him. Though that would undoubtedly lead to disappointment.

​My hand found its way into his hair as I pulled him even closer against me to shut him up and his hand pushed against my bra as he fought his way to the skin beneath.

​I moaned, a desperate, needy sound.

​I couldn’t really fathom why I was so goddamn horny tonight, I must have been ovulating or something.

His teeth dragged lazily up my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. This man had no business making me squirm like this. He wasn’t even my type, not really. He was far too pretty. I couldn’t help the moan that escaped me as his tongue darted out between kisses and he licked up to my ear before sucking on my ear lobe. Seemingly not giving a shit that I was wearing earrings.

​Who was this man?

​I was half tempted to learn his name.

​But thankfully, before I could give that thought any more time, he hitched my skirt up, distracting me, and his fingers hungrily prodded at my underwear. He growled at the revelation of how wet I was and I found that I didn’t hate the sound. Actually, it really turned me on. I wasn’t sure I’d ever had a man growl at me before. Again, it left me wondering who the fuck this guy was.

​I fumbled at the button of his jeans, then pulled his zipper down so I could get a proper feel of what we’d be working with, and holy fuck, he did not disappoint.

​I wrapped my hand around his shaft, using my thumb to spread the bead of precum that had gathered at the tip of it and using it as lubricant as I moved my hand up and down lazily. He grunted against my mouth and pushed two of his fingers into my sopping pussy and curling them in just the right way. I hooked my leg around his waist on instinct giving him a better angle.

​His thumb found my clit not a second later and started circling it in a slow but perfect rhythm. I whimpered as he hit the right spot again and again, and I moved my hand up and down on his huge cock, getting more and more desperate to feel it inside me.

​As though reading my mind, his hand flew to my backside and he hoisted me up against the wall. My legs wrapped around him as he lifted me off the ground entirely. Holy fuck, he was strong and so goddamn confident. He wasted no time as he pulled a condom from his pocket, ripped the cover open with his teeth in the sexiest way I’d ever seen, and put it on. Then he lined the head of his cock up with my entrance.

And then he pushed in.

​I groaned at the sensation of the way he filled me, stretched me. It was utter bliss. He gave me a moment to adjust, but I was so wet and needy, it didn’t take long. Then he thrust in and out.

Hard.

​Again and again.

​Fuck. He was good.

​And vocal.

​A slur of curse words left his lips, only interrupted by moans and grunts of his own.

​I’d never heard a man vocally display his pleasure like this.

​“Fuck,” I cried, my writhing body against him, and my hips meeting his rhythm to perfection.

​My senses felt heightened from the alcohol and the steady base coming from the music, along with the song of his pleasure. Yet I somehow felt more in sync with myself than ever before. I was wholly focused on the rising pleasure forming in my core. His body moved against mine hard yet slow at the same time. I had to give it to him, he knew how to use that magnificent cock of his.

​Maybe I should get his number, or at least his name.

​It normally took a lot more to get me even close to getting off, but something about his unrelenting, punishing thrusts and the way he ground his pelvis against me was getting me there.

​“Oh my God,” I cried. “Oh, fuck, fucckk.”