Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69063 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69063 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
His lips turned up at the corner. “Work.”
He didn’t elaborate, which gave me ample time to feel the obvious protrusion that was tenting the front of his jeans where he was pressed against me.
I felt the solid length of him against my belly, and the answering tingle between my legs answered his attention.
“Work,” I breathed, unable to stop myself from pressing my hands against his chest and feeling the muscular bulges there.
Damn, the man was in shape.
Logically, I’d known that from seeing him at that bar, but seeing and feeling were two completely different things.
“Swear to God,” I heard him mutter. “You keep feeling me up, I’m backing us up into the bathroom and fucking you in the handicap stall.”
I blinked, but the petting didn’t stop.
It went lower—as low as his arms still firmly planted at my hips would allow.
I couldn’t control my actions.
I’d wondered last night, and now that this opportunity was upon me…
“Fuck it,” he grumbled. “What’s one more bad decision?”
Before I could think about how stupid it was to fuck some literal stranger in a Whataburger men’s bathroom in broad daylight, I was pressed against the wall right inside the bathroom door.
Hell, he didn’t even make it to a stall.
His mouth was on mine before I could remember how to breathe, and I was climbing him like a tree a few moments later.
His body leaned into mine, pressing his hard cock exactly where I throbbed the most.
Our kiss was frenzied.
Two adults losing control while neither one cared about how stupid and crazy they were being.
I’m not sure who moved first, but the kiss went from one hundred to one thousand in the blink of an eye when we both started fumbling below the waist.
He dropped me only long enough for my panties to come off and his pants to come undone.
Seconds after that, I was back in the air, and his hard cock was pressed against my entrance.
He only paused long enough to awkwardly slip a condom over his cock.
The head of his cock pressed against my entrance, and my hand went out to the side, and the stupid automatic hand dryer turned on, startling us both.
“Fuck,” he said as he shoved upward in reaction.
Endowed.
Adjective.
Naturally possessing a certain quality, talent, physical feature or other advantage.
The man—God, I didn’t even know his freakin’ name—was certainly possessing a certain physical feature that most men did not.
I wasn’t a virgin by any means.
Sure, I could only count them on two hands. But of the six men that I’d slept with, only one of them had come close to this man’s size.
Maybe it was because he was older.
Whatever it was, the man was fucking stacked.
And I was all there for it.
All. There.
The only saving grace of our very public display of affection was the fact that the blow dryer was still going when he filled me all the way with his cock.
My scream was drowned out by the hand dryer, and eventually by his mouth, when he slammed it down on my own.
Then he was fucking me.
Rough and hard.
His hands gripped my ass, one finger so damn close to my asshole that he kept brushing it with each thrust of his hips.
My pussy clenched at the unfamiliar touch, and I nearly closed my eyes in embarrassment with how good it felt.
But there was something about the way his eyes were staring into mine that let me know he didn’t want me to close them. He wanted me to know exactly who it was that was fucking me.
I held his gaze as he fucked me thoroughly.
So hard.
Each of his thrusts felt like they were going straight to my soul.
I’d never really understood what the point of a “hard fuck” was.
I’d never really liked it.
Could never find a way to get into it.
But apparently, I’d just been doing that hard fucking with the wrong man.
This one, the one that I didn’t know the name of, definitely had the “hard fuck” down to a science.
He knew exactly what he was doing and was doing it very well.
If only I had a name…
“No names?” I gasped as I leaned forward and nipped his lip.
He groaned before squeezing my ass a bit tighter.
“Not this time, Mama,” he growled.
My heart fluttered hard in my chest, but I didn’t argue.
We both knew what this was.
A very one-time thing.
“You gonna give it to me yet, Mama?” he asked.
Mama.
I kind of liked the “mama” thing.
It made me feel…cherished.
Fuck.
“What?” I breathed, unable to think past what he was asking.
“Your cum,” he whispered. “Coat my cock with it. I want it.”
And so I gave it to him.
I came.
I mean, there was no other choice, really.
I had to give it to him because he wanted it, and who was I to deny the man anything at this point?
I came. Loudly.
It was the most life altering feeling I’d ever had the pleasure of experiencing.