Page 3 of Fateful Exposure

He pressed harder on my clit, so hard my mouth opened, but no sound came out. My toes curled as they stretched in the air, and my back arched off the bed.

"I can't hear you," he drawled, repeating the action before slipping two fingers inside me and swirling them around. "Surely, you can do better than that, sweet peach."

I did scream then, because his finger suddenly disappeared, and his dick replaced them with one thrust. He took me by surprise, and it added to the pleasure. I gave in to him; my body already did anyway.

What was the point in fighting it?

I closed my mind and let the delicious sensations of his thrusts take over. I was forgetting. My moans were getting louder and louder, and Mystery Man was pummeling me so hard that the headboard rattled against the wall. He had been holding myhands so tightly that I couldn't move them, but now they were free, leaving me to wrap them around his neck.

Ordinarily, I wouldn't have let any man fuck me so roughly. I was a refined, sophisticated lady who never had a hair out of place. But tonight, I was past the point of caring. The opposite of who I was, was exactly who I wanted to be.

Nothing prepared me for the absolute burst of pleasure that shot through me when he began to circle his waist. He hit a sweet spot inside me that had me crying out and grabbing onto him for dear life.

"You feel so fucking good," he grunted, suddenly throwing one of my legs over his shoulder, spreading me even wider. "So fucking good."

My body was on fire. I'd never felt pleasure so intense. And the fact that this was a man I didn't know, and would never see again, made it all the more decadent. I grabbed the sheets, my knuckles turning white at my tight grip.

Liquid fire gathered in my lower abdomen and began to spread. Each edge of my body tingled, and on the horizon hovered a climax I knew would knock the breath out of me. I arched my back, meeting him thrust for thrust. The room was filled with the high-pitched sounds of my moans and the husky groans from Mystery Man.

Then he increased his pace, and my eyes drifted shut. Hard, intentional thrusts that made my eyes water. I could feel it. So close. If he'd just keep doing that—

"Ahh!" A scream tore out of my throat as my body shook against him, and my knees buckled violently. I swear my brain stopped functioning for those few seconds before I went limp in his arms.

Soon after, he followed behind me, his hips jerking sporadically as he finished inside me with an almost pained grunt. When he came down to the real world again, he fell face down on the bed next to me.

"Fucking hell. That was…" He struggled for words. "Something."

I inhaled; raging thoughts filled my mind again as I fixed my gaze on the ceiling. I should've felt something, right? Not “something” like Mystery Man mentioned. I did feelsomething, and it was magnificent.

No, what I meant was I'd just had a one-night stand with someone I'd never met before and would never meet again. Surely, guilt was a fitting response to summarize the situation. So why did I feel numb about the sex?

It wasn't like I was in a relationship. Not anymore, anyway. That had ended a long time ago. And besides, I was a grown woman. If I wanted to sleep with a random man I met in a hotel bar who undoubtedly knew how to please a woman, I fucking would.

In truth, this had been a successful experiment. The next few months would be decidedly difficult and would require everything I had in me if I was going to succeed. That mainly included a fearlessness I didn't think I possessed. But I'd just fucked a man I met a few hours ago.

What could be more fearless than that?

My resolve was strengthened. I could do this, and not only that—I could triumph.

"This was fun." I stood to find my dress, not bothering to look at Mystery Man. His job here was done.

Too bad,a voice in my head whispered.He actually had potential.

"That's it?" he asked from where he lay on the bed. "You're just going to leave?"

I threw my dress over my head and found my shoes by the door. With one quick glance, I spotted my bag lying next to the bed.

"What else? Did you expect us to exchange secrets and braid each other's hair?" I went to pick up my bag.

His relaxed chuckle followed me all the way to the door. "That sounds like the beginning of a terrible love story.”

I paused and turned to face him for the last time. "I thought so, too. Nice meeting you."

two

Selma

I was in a bit of a tight spot.

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