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“Christ, you’re getting me so fucking hard,” he snarled. “Look at how fucking sexy you are.”
I looked up in the mirror and let out a small breath.
Shit, Sara. I didn’t recognize this reflection. My hair was damp, my cheeks were flushed and there was satisfaction in my panting, open-mouthed smile. What have you done to me? I wanted to ask as I stared at him through the mirror, drinking him in. He was a mix of handsome and brutal as he tilted his head just so, sliding a long finger into my pussy.
Fuck, oh fuck, that feels good.
It felt even better as he leaned forward, deepening his push inside me as his free hand cupped my breast.
“Squeeze them hard,” I whispered.
“My pleasure.”
I had to be shameless. I had to ask for what I wanted, because come morning, this would be over. I’d never see this man again, and I couldn’t have a single regret. So I let it all out with him.
“More,” I breathed, moaning uncontrollably as he kneaded both my breasts with one hand, the other still playing with my pussy. He had two fingers pumping rapidly inside me now, and I couldn’t believe how wet I sounded. I couldn’t believe how incredibly good I felt.
With a throaty cry, I pitched forward. His strong arms caught me as I went limp, and there was a beat of silence before I heard his gravelly whisper.
“Did you just come all over my hand, beautiful?”
“Yes,” I replied, panting in shock as he rubbed my own juices all over my breast, his hand slick and slippery on my skin. Holy shit. I rolled my head back on his shoulder, closing my eyes as I felt him rub his erection against my ass. “I should be wet enough that you’ll fit easily now,” I murmured.
He paused.
“What did you say?” He laughed as I turned around to gaze into his intense stare. For a moment, he took me in, his eyes trailing from my wet breasts to my parted lips. “And here I thought I couldn’t get any harder,” he muttered, grabbing his heavy buckle and giving three swift jerks to undo his belt.
My pulse rose in anticipation.
It spiked the moment his cock sprang free, prompting my mouth to fall open. I knew he was grinning as he watched me stare. His hand cupped my waist as I slid my palm under his shaft, my toes curling as I tried to wrap my fingers around his thickness. It felt surprisingly silky on my skin. I loved the warmth, the heaviness, and I reveled in the sound of his groan as I started to stroke.
Just you wait, I bit my lip.
I’d never particularly cared for giving head, but I wanted his cock in my mouth. I wanted to taste him – to be the one in control for a moment before I let him fuck me as he pleased on whatever surface he chose.
“What are you doing?”
I enjoyed the unbridled surprise in his voice as I knelt before him. Gripping his thick root, I brushed my lips against the smooth head of his cock, drawing back just in time to see his glistening pre-cum beading. From under my lashes, I peered up to see him breathing hard and unblinking, practically drunk off his view.
God, yes.
He was strong, undoubtedly someone of power in this city, but I had him at my mercy and waiting desperately for just the tip of my tongue.
/> “Do it,” he rasped, his urgency palpable in his grip on my hair. “Suck on it. Fucking hell, please,” he hissed. “Let me feel your beautiful mouth on my cock.”
Satisfied, I drew my tongue over his pulsing tip, swirling it around and drawing out the sexiest groan from the pit of his throat.
I heard it just a second before the front door of the room exploded wide open.
“Oh my God!”
The shriek that pierced my ears came from my own mouth, and it was followed by his growl of, “Motherfucker!” at the door.
Omigod.
What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck, I thought as I launched toward my clothes strewn over all parts of the floor.
Through the absolute chaos of shouting, I gathered that our intruder was a friend of his, but I still wasn’t sticking around. Half naked with my pussy drenched and my lips still tingling from the taste of cock, the last thing I wanted was an audience. I was hot and humiliated, and within seconds, I was out the fucking door.
