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My heart feels like it’s going to beat out of my chest in anticipation. The sexy blond stranger clicks the button on the end of the toy a few times, switching it to a high intensity. The buzzing noise spikes my pulse; my clit already aches and he hasn’t even touched me with it.
With a devious smile on his face, he presses it between my folds, the vibrations lightly hitting my clit. “So tell me, mystery girl, do you make yourself come with this?” His voice is raspy with need.
“Yes,” I breathe, nodding.
He moves it closer, the vibrations getting more intense. “Who do you think about when you get yourself off?”
“Mmm, Shemar Moore and Chris Hemsworth,” I whimper.
He smirks. “I’ve been told I look like Thor. So basically you’re thinking about me.”
He’s so cocky. I can’t help but love this arrogant attitude he has while his dick is buried deep inside me. I have thought about him a few times over the past three months, but I’ll never tell him.
“Sometimes I think about Odell Beckham Jr. too.” Yeah, I wouldn’t mind getting my hands on those fully tattooed legs.
“Ooh, the mystery girl is a football fan. That’s pretty fucking hot.” His tongue pokes out, gliding over his plump bottom lip, desire swirling in his gray eyes. “But right now, all you’re going to think about is me. I’m the one making you come. Me. And me only.” Before I have the chance to respond, he pushes the vibrator directly against my sensitive clit, the intensity making me buck and squirm.
“Fuck. Wait. Shit, please.” My legs try to close shut, but he keeps them pried open. The vibration on my sensitive clit is almost too much to handle. It hurts, it fucking hurts but feels so good at the same time. Half of me wants him to stop, but the other half desperately wants him to keep going. My senses are fucking overwhelmed.
“Too much for you, pretty girl?” He cocks his head to the side.
“Please... Uh, please... Uh...” I don’t know his name. I search deep in my mind, trying to remember if he ever even told it to me last time. Nope, nothing.
He must sense what’s going on in my brain because he provides me with the answer I’m searching for. “Cohutta.”
Unique, just like him.
He presses the vibrator harder against my clit, sending my body into a tailspin. “Please, Cohutta.” I’m begging now—the orgasm brewing in my core wants him to keep going.
He continues to pound his thick cock into my core, while his stormy eyes pierce right into me. His gaze is pure devilish desire, with a hint of playfulness.
The pressure of the butt plug mixed with the vibrator and his cock is too much. I can’t take it. Another orgasm shreds me apart, my pussy convulsing around him, the edges of my vision blurring.
“I’m so fucking close,” he pants. His thrusts pick up, and he thankfully relents on my clit, removing the vibrator and his cock at the same time. His sexy grunts fill my ears. Before I realize what he’s doing, warm liquid coats my naked stomach. He’s marking me with his cum, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
His chest heaves as he strokes his cock, draining the rest of his release onto me. His sexy blond hair is covered in sweat, sticking to his forehead, and all I can do is lie here staring at his gorgeous features.
He bends forward, looking me in the eyes as his tongue glides across my sweaty stomach, licking up his release. I groan at the sight. Why the fuck is that so hot?
Crawling up my body, he finds my mouth and shoves his tongue deep inside. He massages mine with his, pushing his salty cum into my mouth. “Taste how fucking turned on you make me,” he growls into my mouth. He pulls back, licking his lips, staring at me like a possessed man on a mission to see me again. So fucking dirty, so fucking hot.
Am I going to be able to stay away from him?
He lifts off me and stands up. Grabbing my wrists, he frees my hands from the belt and helps me sit up. Once they’re free, I bring them forward, rubbing along the red marks. He tenderly massages my aching shoulders, working out the kinks from the multiple positions he had my arms in. I lean to the side, expecting him to take out the butt plug, but he doesn’t even attempt to remove it.
“Keep it in. Don’t take it out until you go to bed tonight, so you can think of me. I want you to remember what I did to you while you’re deciding whether or not to call me again.” He gives me a quick kiss on the lips, then heads toward the bathroom.
His words send chills down my spine. All I want to do is forget him as soon as he walks out of my apartment. But I don’t think my brain will let me. Of course I can take the plug out as soon as he leaves—he’d never know—but there’s no way my body is forgetting the way he tried so hard to leave his mark on me.
The reality of my situation is starting to sink in. This stranger, who I now know as Cohutta, just rocked my world. It was the best sex of my life. But as much as I would love to do that again, I don’t do repeats. Not anymore. I just can’t.
The last time I let someone come in and shake up my world, I was naive, and I ended up being manipulated and destroyed. I let a man control me and my body, doing whatever he wanted. I let him do it because I was scared—I thought he could change, and my heart refused to stop loving him. If I let someone else in again, they could hurt me in the same way.
Calling him today was a mistake.
He comes back with a hot washcloth, gently cleaning both of us up. As soon as he’s done, I’m scrambling to pull my clothes on. “You need to leave,” I huff, throwing his clothes at him.
“With the way you kick me out every time, I’m starting to think you’re married or something.”
