The filthy praise makes me clench and flutter helplessly.
Pumping in and out, he sets a relentless pace. He circles my clit with his thumb until I’m riding his hand with abandon. My orgasm crashes over me without warning, and I fall apart with a sharp keen.
Through the haze of bliss, I’m distantly aware of a crinkle of foil. Then I feel the blunt head of Blake’s latex-sheathed cock nudging at my entrance.
Damn, he’s huge.
“Tell me you want this, baby,” he says roughly, holding himself in check. “Please tell me I can fuck you.”
“I want this,” I breathe. “Please fuck me.”
With a flex of his hips, Blake’s pushing inside, forging into my virgin heat inch by devastating inch until he’s buried to the hilt.
The stretch and fullness are unlike anything I’ve ever felt. It’s intense, almost too much. And for a second, I wonder if I’ve made a huge mistake, but then Blake starts to move and oh.
Oh.
He pulls nearly all the way out before slamming back home. His hard rhythm has me seeing spots. He takes me over and over, hitting a spot deep inside that has my toes curling in my heels.
“Oh,wow, Blake… please, more.”
His chest rumbles with a groan, and he hikes my leg higher around his hip to change the angle so he can grind against my clit with every powerful thrust.
“So fucking perfect,” he grits out. “Taking every inch like you were made for me. Come on my cock, baby. Let me feel this sweet little pussy milk me dry.”
The tension in my core ratchets tighter with every roll of his hips. And when he reaches between us and rubs tight circles around my clit, I shatter with a silent scream, my nails scoring down his back.
Blake’s rhythm falters as I spasm and clench around him. With a harsh shout, he slams home one last time, jerking and twitching as he hits his peak.
Holy.
Shit.
I had sex. For the first time. In a public bathroom. With a man I just met.
My legs are trembling so badly I’m not sure they’ll hold me up.
But then Blake’s gathering me close again and nuzzling his face in the crook of my neck.
“Jesus Christ, sweetheart,” he says hoarsely. “That was... I don’t even have words.”
When he pulls back to look at me, I’m struck by the raw emotion swimming in those stunning blue eyes. He looks as stunned and shaken as I feel.
“I don’t want this night to end.” Blake cups my face in his hands. “There’s this great twenty-four-hour diner around the corner. Let me take you there, let me feed you, let me talk to you some more. Please.”
My heart squeezes at the note of pleading in his deep voice.
Is he... Is he asking me out on a date? After what we just did?
I’m reeling and struggling to make sense of all these new, unfamiliar feelings rioting through me. But looking up into Blake’s hopeful face, I know there’s only one answer I can give him.
“I’d like that,” I say shyly. “Just let me grab my purse.”
Ducking out of his embrace, I bend to scoop my little bag up from the corner where I dropped it. Just as I straighten, my phone vibrates with an incoming call.
Frowning, I dig it out, and my heart plummets when I see the caller ID.
It’s Melissa Graham, my sister’s guardian ad litem.
