I need to tell him before this goes too far, but I can’t, not when he slides his hand down my pants and presses hard against my bare pussy.
He presses his finger against my clit, pushing so hard I have to stand on my tiptoes against the force. He lets out growling breaths as he rubs faster and harder, and I grip onto his shoulders with tight fists, digging my fingernails in as lust spirals through me, my clit sizzling.
I find myself bucking with his movements, biting down on my lip as he pumps his arm faster.
“That’s it,” he growls, his mouth close to my ear, his breath painting me hotter than it could in any fantasy, so much better than my imagination. “Show me how badly you want it. Come all over my hand. Get that hot pussy nice and wet for my cock.”
My insides swirl with anxiety, spears of it lancing inside of me, but I force them away when he slides his hand down and then teases my hole with his finger, butterfly wings of euphoria battering my insides, flurrying through me with unstoppable lust and force.
I gasp and collapse against him when he drives his finger up inside of me, my soaked hole widening with glorious friction to let him in, and then he goes deeper, deeper, until he has me pinned against his hand and there’s nothing I can do but writhe and squirm against him.
“That’s it,” he snarls. “Fucking bounce on that finger. Pump those hips, you sexy fucking thing.”
“Like… this?” I cry, wondering if I’m doing it right.
I feel like my whole body is in spasm as I buck against him, wrapping my arms around his stony shoulders and burying my face against his chest, closing my eyes so that everything I have is focused on the sensation between my thighs.
“Yes,” he growls. “Exactly like that.”
Suddenly it’s like I’m floating, like all the pleasure inside of me has surged up and sent me flying toward the ceiling.
A voice screams deep inside, telling me this is wrong, telling me this is a betrayal.
But there’s another voice – louder, firmer – and it screams at me that this is the best thing I’ve ever done, the only option when I’m presented with pleasure this searing, this close to breaking, this compelling.
“Ah,” I moan, but that’s the only noise I can make, the only sound I can summon from my deep depths.
My voice cuts off hollow as the heel of his palm grinds against my clit and his thick finger makes irrepressible circles inside of me, swirling around and around with unstoppable force, my belly tightening as though my body is gathering up every burning piece of energy and getting ready for an explosion like I’ve never felt before.
Intense wetness explodes at the end of his finger, seeping out of me in shimmering waves of lust, pulsing and aching as I shift my hips against his hands.
It’s like there’s a star in my belly, bursting over and over and over, exploding and reforming again and again until I can’t take it anymore.
I gasp as the orgasm comes to a thundering crescendo, my belly tight as I keel over and fall into him, laying all my weight against him as my legs turn to Jell-O.
He slides his finger from me and wraps his arms around me, holding me close as I pant out the last moments of pleasure, shimmering through me.
He brings his face close to mine when I’ve regained some semblance of balance, a smirk on his face, consuming me with his handsomeness.
“That was just the beginning,” he whispers huskily. “And now that your hot tight pussy is nice and wet for me, I’m going to fuck you so hard, Molly. I’m going to fuck you like the horny thing you are. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t take it anymore.”
I whimper, imagining a world where I pounce on him and sink into the moment immediately, where I don’t allow self-doubt and nervousness to stop me. But even if I’ve used sass and fake confidence as a shield in the past, it was never in situations like this.
Self-consciousness pricks me, my nerves rising up inside of me, twisting tightly in my chest.
“I can’t,” I whimper.
His eyes narrow. His smirk falters.
This is it, the moment he turns on me.
He wanted a quick crazy fling, a bit of fun with a sex-loving girl, which he clearly thinks I am.
What will happen when he knows the truth about me?
I disentangle myself from him and turn away, reaching down to button up my pants.
I lean down to pick up my belt…
And then he’s on me, pouncing like the beast he is.
“That’s a dangerous fucking game,” he growls, gripping my hips and driving his cock against my ass cheeks. “Bending over in front of me when you know how badly I want you.”