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“But you’re not a better man, are you?” I challenge, already knowing the answer because his fingers haven’t stopped stroking me. “You want to ruin me, don’t you?”

His jaw ticks and he leans in so close, I can feel the air swirling between our lips when he says, “No, I’m not a better man. And yes, I’m going to ruin you, baby.” I melt a little more at the way he saysbaby. “I’m going to make you come so fucking hard, you’ll spend every night in bed with your husband wishing it were my fingers inside you and not your own or the vibrator you’ll use when he leaves for work. I’m going to make you forget your name.”

A strangled moan catches in my throat, and my sexy stranger plasters me against the wall.

“I’ll gladly ruin you,farfalla,” he growls, crushing his lips to mine in a kiss that touches every square inch of my body and permeates into my soul.

I’m fucked.

I’ve been kissed before, albeit sweetly and hurriedly in a dark corner of my high school during homecoming, and I felt thebutterflies of finally feeling wanted. But then he came to school on Monday with a black eye and wouldn’t look at me. I didn’t bother asking him why, and I never brought it up to my brothers. I already knew it was them and I refused to bother starting a fight. It would’ve been a waste of my breath. At that point, I was already so used to them keeping boys away from me.

But this kiss…

This kiss is more than butterflies taking flight in my stomach because I’m being kissed by the boy every girl in school wanted. This kiss is a damn fireworks show, setting every nerve ending and cell in my body on fire as I’m drawn closer and closer to exploding.

His fingers that have been stroking me push my panties to the side, and the second he touches me with nothing between us, I moan shamelessly into his mouth.

“So fucking wet. So fucking hot. I knew it.” Growling, he kisses me harder and deeper. The fact that I might not know what I’m doing flies out of my head because my sexy stranger is in charge of this kiss. I take his lead and shut my brain off.

I’m lost as his tongue strokes mine at the same time one of his thick fingers slips inside me. My inner muscles squeeze him. My God, it feels good. So good. I’ve never had anything other than my own fingers touch me, and I never imagined it would feel like this.

“Fuck,” he grunts, tearing his lips from mine to drag his mouth across my jaw to my ear. “You’re fucking perfect. So hot. So wet. So tight. So made for me.”

I don’t have any words in response. My brain is mush and no longer in communication with my mouth or body. I’m at the mercy of his hands. And mouth. And tongue.

His thumb rubs my clit and my knees buckle. Luckily, he’s right there to hold me up with the press of his hips so I don’t collapse to the floor in a puddle. His dick is thick, long, and hard,and feeling it against my stomach, I wish I could fully experience it for myself.

“I’m going to fuck you with my fingers,” he tells me, his voice calm, yet strained. “If I could get away with fucking you against this wall with my cock buried so deep in your virgin pussy that you’d feel the aftermath of me being in you for days to come, then I would.”

I whimper, and my core floods with a new wave of need as my pussy clenches around his finger.

“More,” I demand, and he chuckles against my ear.

He adds a second finger and I grip his biceps. The hard muscles beneath his black dress shirt are making me wish even more that I could see him better. I want to see all of him.

“I’m the first one to feel your tight virgin pussy squeeze like this. You’re squeezing me like your goal is to break my fingers, baby. Like you want them buried deep inside you and you want to keep them there.”

He pumps his fingers, working some kind of magic on me that has me trembling and lost in a daze where it feels like the room is spinning as the bass of the music pounds to the rapid heartbeat thumping in my chest.

I squeak out a moan and bite my lip.

“That’s it, baby. You’re stretching to fit my fingers. Imagine how good it would feel to have my cock stretching you.” He licks my bottom lip and bites down on it. “Imagine how good it would feel to have me moving inside you. With you. Claiming you. Ruining you.” He bites down on my lip again and I moan, his mouth right there to capture it for himself. “And I would, you know.”

“What?” I ask frantically, feeling completely out of my mind.

“Ruin you.” He presses down on my clit with his thumb and curls his fingers inside me. Without warning, I explode like a thousand little fireworks are going off all throughout my body.

I don’t know if I’m screaming, choking, drowning, moaning, dying, levitating, or what. All I know is that I’ve never felt anything like what I am right now, and I’m pissed it’s going to be a one-time occurrence.

“Fuck,” my stranger chokes out, but I barely hear him past the roaring of my blood in my ears.

I blink up at him, and when my vision clears, all I see are his dark eyes already on mine.

“You’re so fucking beautiful when you come.” He brushes his lips against mine with a gentle kiss that sends a shiver down my spine, and my inner muscles clench around his fingers that are still inside of me. “It was like watching a beautiful little butterfly being set free for the first time.”

He rubs his thumb over my sensitive clit one last time before removing his fingers. I whimper against his lips at the loss and feel his own tilt up in a smirk while I come down from my orgasmic high.

Bringing his fingers up between us, I watch as he licks them clean.

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