Page 10 of Deadly Secrets

“What do you want?” I trembled.

“What I want…is something I’ve fantasized about since you entered this bar, Sienna. I want to fuck you until you come all over my cock.”

I released a trembling exhale.

He cupped my face, and our eyes locked, but when his focus shifted to my lips, I dropped my purse and crashed my mouth into his. Hard. He opened his mouth, and his tongue collided with mine. Nothing about this kiss was sweet and tender; it was full of lust and an insatiable hunger. He moved us toward the far end of the restroom until my back hit the wall. He never stopped kissing me as my hands began exploring his chest, holding his face, and kissing him harder. His mouth traveled to my neck, nibbling and teasing the sensitive spot beneath my earlobe. Just as I was about to reach for his belt, his left hand seized my wrists and held them firmly above my head.

“So eager.”

His right hand started drifting down from my neck, over my breast, to the hem of my dress, to the inside of my thighs, and as I shifted my legs farther apart, he gave me a teasing smile. He knew I wanted this as much as he said he wanted it. I could feel his hand playing with my underwear, but when his fingers slid down inside my panties and started circling my clit with gentle strokes, a soft moan escaped my lips.

“You’re already so wet, Sienna.”

I loved how he said my name in a desperate whisper.

I continued kissing him, tasting him, when he suddenly sank one finger and then a second one inside my pussy. It clenched.

“Oh my God,” I hissed as his fingers started moving in and out of me.

My body shuddered while his hand fucked me, and my hips moved to the pace he set. My climax built, but he took his fingers out as soon as he noticed. Seriously?

“Not yet, Sienna. I want you to come with me buried inside you,” he said to me playfully. He brought his fingers to his mouth and licked my wetness, muttering, “You taste so fucking sweet.”

I was panting, and a trickle of sweat glided down the back of my neck.

After releasing my hands, he bent down to remove my underwear and placed my panties inside his back pocket. He unbuckled his belt and tugged his zipper down. My mouth dropped when his cock sprang free. I’d had my fair share of lovers but had never been fucked by someone this big and never in a public place where anyone could walk in. It was exhilarating.

He placed his left hand on the wall next to my face and wrapped his hardness with his right fist. “I have a condom in my wallet,” he told me, pointing with his head to his front pocket, and without one drop of hesitation, I took it.

I held his face with both hands and kept on kissing him, our tongues dancing desperately, while he put it on. I wanted him inside me, bringing me to oblivion. I wanted more. I wanted to feel everything.

With one swift movement, he grabbed the back of my knees and lifted me against the wall.

“What if someone comes in?” I asked with concern, not because I didn’t want someone seeing me like this—at this point, I didn’t fucking care about being caught— but because I didn’t want anyone cock-blocking me.

“It’s locked from the inside. I gave a generous tip to the bartender in exchange for the master key.” He winked at me, and I snorted a laugh.

He lined up his tip at my entrance, and a shiver ran through my spine, his eyes on me glittering like the apparent predator he was. He pushed in only an inch and hesitated, but I moved my hips, demanding more.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he confessed.

“I don’t care. You said you wanted to fuck me. I want you to. Hard. Don’t hold back.”

He still didn’t move.

“Please,” I begged.

Then he did what I asked. With one swift movement, his hips flexed, and he was all the way in. A groan escaped my throat. It was a mixture of pain and pleasure, and as soon as he retreated, he slammed his body against mine again. And again. And again. And again. I wrapped my legs around his waist, locking my ankles together and digging my nails into his shoulders to get a better balance.

He leaned down to kiss me, drinking every moan directly from my mouth, both hands now gripping my ass. I cried out, moving my hips to meet his thrusts while I lost all track of time.

The sounds that filled the restroom were obscene.

“Do you feel it? Do you feel how your pussy enjoys being destroyed by my cock?”

As soon as he said those words, he hit that sweet spot inside me that made me arch my back and sent me to my climax, screaming loud enough that everyone in the bar must now be aware that two people were fucking in this restroom.

He continued to fuck me with an intensity that I thought we would collapse on the floor.

---