Page 11 of Tempt Me

After my drinks of wine and idle chitchat, this moment with him was absolutely perfect.

I want to go all the way with this perfect stranger.

Chapter Four

Hunter’s groans of approval made my insides purr, and a wave of bliss threaded through my body.

With my clit pulsing to a delicious beat, I wrapped my lips around the crown of his cock, slowly drawing the hot shaft into my mouth. I held onto his cock, and I glided my tongue up his length from his balls to his pink crown. Hunter clutched my shoulders, digging his fingers in.

I fed my other hand into my panties and flicked my throbbing clit with my finger. The sensation was like a slingshot, shooting waves of desire through me.

I flopped back onto the bed and raised my hips. “Take my panties off.”

Hunter obliged, and in a flash, they were gone, and we were two perfect strangers admiring each other’s bodies. I was in voyeur heaven. As Hunter’s eyes traveled up my body, I spread my legs and reached down to touch my clit. I was at the heightened peak of my sensitivity. I couldn’t keep my eyes open, and as I closed them, I drove my finger into myself.

Hunter lowered between my legs, and as his chin stubble grazed my pussy, his hot tongue glided up and down my velvet folds. As I punished my clit, his tongue probed my pulsing hole.

His finger joined mine, exploring my most sensitive region as his tongue continued to lick me. An orgasm built within me like no other. I raised my hips, offering all I had, begging him to fuck me, but he kept going, licking, sucking, probing with his fingers. My insides wound as tight as a spring.

I cried out, clawing at the sheets, and as I ripped them from the bed, my orgasm ripped through me.

Wave after wave of ecstasy took me to another world, and it was a long, sweet moment before I was released from its glorious grip.

When I finally opened my eyes, a magnificent smile lit up Hunter’s handsome face as he looked up from between my legs.

“Do you have a condom?” I asked.

He nodded, and as he dashed off with his cock bouncing in time to his pace, my mind bounced from devil to angel and back again over what I was doing.

I’m about to have sex with a stranger.

A fucking hot stranger.

But still a stranger.

Who cares?

Shit. My brain was saying one thing, my body was saying another, and I wanted to smack all the disrupting thoughts away. I didn’t need to, though. Because from the moment Hunter and his stunning body stepped from the bathroom, the only thing I wanted was my perfect stranger’s cock inside me.

Hunter strode to the bed, tearing open the silver foil. Maybe he was worried I’d change my mind. To show him I wanted this as much as he did, I glided my hands over my breasts, down my torso, and then spread my legs further apart. My high heels made this awkward, tilting my knees at a weird angle, and I wished I’d taken them off.

A memory slapped into my mind. It was of me with my back against the photocopier as my first serious boyfriend, Ryan, fucked me. We were in the dark, and it was after hours, so no other staff were around. Our sex had always been forbidden, and every single time was rushed. We never even undressed; we just pulled our pants down.

The memories were cringeworthy. And I hated that I had done that.

Now was very different. I knew what I was doing. And I knew what I wanted. . . Hunter, my hot chocolatier with the massive hardon.

I stood, turned my back to him, spread my legs, planted my heels on the carpet, and bent over the bed.

Hunter eased up behind me and placed one hand on my hip, and with his other hand, he glided his cock up and down my pussy.

I reached between my legs to feel what he was doing. He let me take over, and I used his rock-hard rod to punish my clit. Rubbing up and down, another orgasm built inside me, taking me to the edge of the world.

I glided him into me, pushing back until I was completely full and his balls were flush against my pussy. When he withdrew, he created a void that made me feel so empty that I leaned back, pushing my butt toward him, telling him I wanted more.

He drove into me fast and deep, and a gasp spilled from my lip as I clawed at the bed linen. He did it again, slowly out, and rammed full tilt all the way into me.

It was pleasure and pain. Perfect and corrupt. And I wanted it over and over.

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