Page 3 of Filthy Little Secret

It feels so good that I can’t help but curse.

I wonder if anyone upstairs heard me, but the thumping of the music assures me it’s unlikely.

He builds up until he’s able to thrust.

I grip the edge of the counter with one hand and reach back and set the other against his hip. As he drives within, it feels incredible. I’ve never had one this big slamming against my prostate, electrifying every nerve within me.

The sensations are so overwhelming I start to scream out my pleasure, but he cups his hand over my mouth, obscuring the sound.

Thank God.

My face fills with heat. His hot breath rushes behind my ear.

My nipples harden as my dick shifts back and forth. Tim grabs my hip with one hand and allows his other hand to move up and down my torso as he caresses his fingers through every curve and dip in my abdomen. Judging by how he’s fondling me, he must like what he feels, but I can’t be sure, considering this is probably what he does to all the other guys he’s fucked. As his movements quicken, both his hands settle on my hips. He holds on as though he needs to keep me from escaping. He pounds into me, and my flesh pricks with tingling sensations, reminding me of how it felt the first time I masturbated. The experience leaves me wondering what I was missing out on during all those wasted nights with Greg.

I can feel the hem of Tim’s shirt on my back and occasionally feel the zipper rub against my side. I like knowing he’s still in his clothes, his pants dropped to his knees while I’m almost completely naked, with my jeans still around my ankles. He’s owning my body, humiliating me. I’m just another notch in his headboard. Another trophy.

He slides out, offering me a moment of relief.

I use the opportunity to kick my shoes and jeans off. He turns me back around to him and kisses me. It’s a passionate kiss, not the sort I expect from him.

“Wrap your arms around my neck,” he instructs, and I obey.

He squats, and I follow his lead as he grips his arms around my thighs and hoists me into the air.

He carries me to the refrigerator across from the island and pins me up against it. He maneuvers his dick back inside me, and I curse because the surge of energy it stirs as he hits my prostate again is so delightful I can’t help myself.

He continues kissing me, my cock hard as a fucking rock, as I’m wedged between him and the fridge. I grab onto the top of the refrigerator door. He kisses down my face to my neck, where he sucks and licks like he’s trying to mark me.

Now I understand what guys see in him. His body stirs this twisted excitement within me, and every kiss is so wild and feral. Even knowing that this means nothing to him, the passion—the intensity—makes me feel like I’m the most important thing in the world. Like I’m the only guy he’s ever wanted to share this with.

He leans back, cringing as he fucks me, his groan revealing how much he’s enjoying having my hole massage his cock.

The expression on his face, tense as he stares, makes me feel like he’s trying to show me who my master is. Sweat rushes down his face, collecting in the scruff across his jaw.

My own sweat slides down my face, and my body heat, combined with Tim’s, feels so intense.

This doesn’t even seem wrong or naughty anymore. Just magical.

He pulls me away from the fridge and kneels, lowering me to the concrete floor.

Its cold surface contrasts starkly with our hot passion.

He lifts my legs as he takes me, forcing his cock back to that sweet spot within me.

It reminds me of the first time I ever felt a guy hit it.

Each push against my prostate sends waves of sensation through me—like my nerves are alerting every part of my body of the delicious experience we’re sharing.

Who knew it would feel this good?

He leans down as he continues his work and spits across my face.

I know he’s not just spitting on me, but on everything I represent. On my friends. My family. On the sorts of people who mock him. Who think that he’s a drug-dealing nobody.

I lick a bit of it that settled on my lip.

He eyes me with admiration, then kisses me again, his movements becoming even more intense. Keeping me in this heightened state of arousal that feels so good it’s nearly unbearable. So good I can’t help but scream out.

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