Page 83 of Sinful Escape

This was it. For the first time in years, I was about to have sex.

Was I ready?

A rod of heat glided up and down my pussy and my flesh sizzled. I absolutely was.

But would I know what to do?

Without warning, an image of William and I in this position shot into my brain.

But William had been hesitant, almost scared to touch me.

Oscar oozed confidence. He was a man at the top of his game.

William had blustered his way through every sexual encounter.

Oscar knew what he was doing. When the head of his cock found a rhythm, gliding across my pulsing clit, the ludicrous comparisons to William evaporated.

Oscar’s moves were totally fucking hot. Out of this world. His erection was full-on hard.

Knowing I’d created that was the hottest thing ever.

My insides heated up, begging for it. Wanting it like I’d never wanted anything before. I was wet. Oh, so wet.

My palms pushed into the sofa as I angled my body, presenting my ass to him in a way that said, ‘take me now.’

His cock nudged my opening and as he squeezed my breast with one hand, he drove his shaft inside me.

Oscar’s solid length wedged into my core, linking us together.

It was as shocking as it was incredible. He did it again. And again. Every thrust brought out the best and the worst of me. I bent over lower and reached up on my toes, changing the angle so he could go deeper . . . deeper than any man had gone before.

I gasped at the pain. I gasped at the pleasure.

Oscar picked up his tempo, pulling out and driving in with rapid succession.

His grunts matched his thrusts. Gasps burst from my throat.

He planted his hands on my hips, gripping firm, and I readied for the grand finale. Oscar groaned with each punishing thrust. His fingers dug into my flesh, and I cried out as my second orgasm surprised me.

Pulses of pleasure rocketed through me like a bullet train, and I shuddered at the mind-blowing climax.

Oscar let out a primal groan and rammed me fast and hard. Once. Twice. Five times.

Finally, he slowed, easing his grip on my hips. As he inhaled ragged breaths, his cock shrunk inside me, and I opened my eyes to marvel at my exquisite surroundings. It was a million miles away from the last place I’d had sex: the two-bedroom, run-down flat William and I had rented.

How many women had been in this exact position with Oscar?

Fucking hell, Daisy!

What was wrong with me?

It was none of my business. Besides, what difference would it make?

Oscar pulled out of me. I drew up to a standing position and with a clutch of horror, I discovered my bra high on my chest. Tugging it into position, I shoved myself back into place. But with my dress still on, it was impossible to do up the clips at the back.

Giving up, I drew the sides of my dress together, hooked the clasp at the bottom, and zipped it closed.

Decent again, I turned around to face Oscar. A gasp spilled from my throat.

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