It felt outrageous, filthy.
And so good she couldn’t help making a sound.
It just sighed out of her, all high and soft. Then again, when he started easing them down. Slow, like he had wanted her to do for herself in the tent. Gently parting her legs, then lifting her foot at the end so he could completely remove them.
And now all there was between him and her bare pussy was a thin fall of material. The dress she’d worn,soft and flowery. Not her style at all, to the point where she wondered why she’d chosen it.
But she didn’t wonder now.
I want to be fucked, she thought.
Though honestly she had no idea how she had ever thought this was going to happen. Even now, even at this point, it seemed ridiculous. Because yeah, okay, he sounded breathless—just as he had the night before. And she was pretty sure that was a flush creeping over his throat. Yet somehow she just couldn’t imagine him getting hard enough to do it.
She even went to look.
But he got there first.
“Turn around,” he said, low and hoarse.
And okay, she got it now. It was obvious now.
Most likely he needed to pretend it wasn’t her.
Though god, he was fucking fast about it, if that were true. She’d barely managed to face the wall of the elevator when she heard the rattle of his belt, the snap of rubber. No pause, no working himself to hardness with nothing but the sight of some anonymous curves in front of him.
Just done, immediately.
Then, in case she was in any doubt, he lifted her dress. Right up, right over her bare ass, one hand actually stroking over her there as he did. Getting a handful of her and squeezing, before he moved on to the hollow of her hip. One strong grip deep in it so he could tilt her up to meet him. So he could get her up on tiptoes, enough that he could do this.
Though it was still shocking when she felt it.
The fat head of his cock between the slick lips of her sex. Back and forth, back and forth, spreading her so thoroughly she couldn’t deny how hard he was. He felt fit to bursting, truth be told. Stiff and solid enough that he could drag the head over her clit, and have her really feel it.
She went up even higher on tiptoes for it.
Couldn’t stop her moan of heated pleasure.
But it was all right. Hestilldidn’t seem to mind at all.
“God, you’re so ready, so eager. Wet enough to take me, and I haven’t even hardly done a thing,” he said, and she wanted to be embarrassed, she really did. But it was hard to be when she could hear that note of naked want in his voice. When he was rubbing through her slickness, like he just couldn’t help himself.
And then she processed the other thing:enough to take me.
Because of course she knew what it meant. She could feel what it meant, whenever that heavy shape eased through her folds. He was big, and thick, to the point where he needed her slick. In fact, he didn’t just need that. He had to work her open with his fingers before he could.
Just one, easing in. Practical about it at first.
But then she could tell it was something more. That feeling just started to happen again—those low, deep waves of pleasure—and it was obvious. He couldn’t resist making her feel good. Working her until her thighs started to tremble.
It wasn’t him touching her that really got her, however. It was the low groan he gave in to, when she startedto rock against that sweet ache. The way his breathing became unsteady the second excitement made her spill over his hand. “You gonna do that on my cock,” he moaned.
And she didn’t even think twice about saying yes.
Partly because there was no sense in denying it.
Partly because she needed it, now. Her pussy was aching for it, to the point where him starting to ease himself in made her push back against him. He had to hold her still with that hand on her hip. Tell her, “Easy, easy, let me be careful with you.”
And he was. He worked himself into her agonizingly slowly, letting that thick tip open her, then drawing back a little. Pushing in a little more and then easing away. His first thrusts were shallow things, barely more than him rubbing the head of his cock just a little way into her, and clearly designed to get her used to him.
