AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Presley
IKNOWSEXis supposed to be good. It’s what I’ve been trained to believe from years of romance novels and blockbuster movies and advertising that sells me the ideal that scant lingerie and high heels will catch me a perfect man.
But until this moment, I’d never quite believed any of it.
Yet feeling Sebastian hold me, fill me, love me, is like nothing I’ve ever experienced. Maybe it’s the anonymity of the dark, but I feel bolder than ever before. Safer than ever before. I reach around and sink my nails into his ass, encouraging him to thrust deeper into me.
The way it feels for him to be inside me... I can’t explain it.
“Tell me if it hurts.” His voice is sandpaper in my ear and it’s the sexiest thing.
“It doesn’t,” I assure him. “Don’t be delicate, okay? I’m not a porcelain doll.”
His hands are all over me, holding my thigh up so he can thrust into me more deeply, skating back up over my breast. Pinching, grabbing, pulling. As he slides in and out of me, I turn liquid. So he lifts me, picking up my other leg and encouraging me to lock them behind his back. When he drives into me now, it goes all the way. He’s buried to the hilt, each thrust like flint sparking against flint. The friction hits me in the right spot, causing the elastic of my likely damaged underwear to rub over my clit. I’m still so sensitive there, and it’s like a match over petrol. I catch alight and I burn.
“Oh my God,” I pant as he fucks me. “Yes, yes.”
It’s not enough and yet somehow too much—the angle is perfect. I feel myself coiling up tight, like a spring ready for release. My head swims, eyes closed even though I can’t see a damn thing anyway. I can only feel. Maybe that’s why it’s so intense. So sharp.
I clench around him and he groans long and low into my ear. That sound, oh that sound. I want to play it over and over and over.
“Deeper,” I urge and he charges into me. I’m sure we’re rattling the door’s hinges and it’ll be a miracle if no one hears us—but I don’t care. I’m free-falling and it’s so incredible I’m not sure I can even process it all. “Break me, Sebastian. I want you to ruin me.”
“How are you so fucking hot, Presley?” He nips at my ear. “I can feel that tight little pussy squeezing the life out of me and you thinkI’mgoing to breakyou.”
I’m filled with roaring feminine power. This is magnificent. Why have I never done this before? I feel like a woman reborn. A wild spirit ready to conquer the planet. Here, I can be anything I want.
“I want to tell you something,” I pant, dancing on the edge of release and walking a line so thin it makes my mind spin. I’m suspended. Weightless. “I’ve never told anyone my fantasies before. Not a single person, ever.”
His lips are at my neck. My hairline. On my lips and nose and brushing against my cheek. “Tell me.”
“I’ve always wanted a man to make me orgasm in public.” I picture it now, sinking into the hazy, dirty fantasy. “Like in the middle of a crowded restaurant or in a park or something.”
I’venevertold anyone this. Yet it feels perfect now, like getting it out in the open will take me one step closer to being the kind of woman who can voice what she wants all the time, not just when she’s in a sex-induced fog.
Sebastian moans into my ear. “That’s... Fuck. How? Hands?”
“Or one of those remote-control things?” I’m so deep into the dream I can almost feel the buzzing of a little clip against me. “Or maybe I’d shove you under the table and hope the waiter didn’t see.”
He swears and the word is beautifully ragged. “I hope you’re not expecting a marathon, because what you’re making me think about right now... I want to see it.”
Putting his face into the fantasy immediately pushes me over the edge. Now I’m shaking again, squeezing and pulsing and writhing like a wild animal. I claw at him, forcing my mouth onto his and kissing him harder than I’ve ever kissed anyone in my life.
I’m reborn. A new woman.
I can be anything.
As I tip over, he stiffens and thrusts into me so hard that, for a moment, I’m breathless. He whispers my name like a chant, face pressed to mine, his cock pulsing inside me as he comes.
The following morning I wake to the sound of running water and cupboard doors opening and closing. Blinking, I push myself into a sitting position. The fog in my head is thick and real, and it takes me a moment to shake it.
The bedsheets are cool and I run my palms in big circles over the space next to me. Sebastian didn’t come home with me last night—my decision, not his. It was a one-night stand and I got what I wanted: unimaginably hot sex in a naughty location with a forbidden man. Sexy goal number one, check!
Only, I’ve got some slight regret now. Waking up to strong arms and a sleepy man would have been a great way to cap off an incredible evening, but I feared that one night could easily turn into two. And that’snotwhat my goal is.
“Drew?” I roll out of bed, forcing a hand through my bird’s nest hair, and shuffle sleepily into the main room.
My twin sister is at the kitchen sink doing the dishes I left there from lunch yesterday. Laughing, I shake my head.She’sbeing the responsible twin and washing up, and I’m still wearing remnants of last night’s makeup.
