Page 13 of Hey, Daddy

I felt the solid length of him against my belly, and the answering tingle between my legs answered his attention.

“Work,” I breathed, unable to stop myself from pressing my hands against his chest and feeling the muscular bulges there.

Damn, the man was in shape.

Logically, I’d known that from seeing him at that bar, but seeing and feeling were two completely different things.

“Swear to God,” I heard him mutter. “You keep feeling me up, I’m backing us up into the bathroom and fucking you in the handicap stall.”

I blinked, but the petting didn’t stop.

It went lower—as low as his arms still firmly planted at my hips would allow.

I couldn’t control my actions.

I’d wondered last night, and now that this opportunity was upon me…

“Fuck it,” he grumbled. “What’s one more bad decision?”

Before I could think about how stupid it was to fuck some literal stranger in a Whataburger men’s bathroom in broad daylight, I was pressed against the wall right inside the bathroom door.

Hell, he didn’t even make it to a stall.

His mouth was on mine before I could remember how to breathe, and I was climbing him like a tree a few moments later.

His body leaned into mine, pressing his hard cock exactly where I throbbed the most.

Our kiss was frenzied.

Two adults losing control while neither one cared about how stupid and crazy they were being.

I’m not sure who moved first, but the kiss went from one hundred to one thousand in the blink of an eye when we both started fumbling below the waist.

He dropped me only long enough for my panties to come off and his pants to come undone.

Seconds after that, I was back in the air, and his hard cock was pressed against my entrance.

He only paused long enough to awkwardly slip a condom over his cock.

The head of his cock pressed against my entrance, and my hand went out to the side, and the stupid automatic hand dryer turned on, startling us both.

“Fuck,” he said as he shoved upward in reaction.

Endowed.

Adjective.

Naturally possessing a certain quality, talent, physical feature or other advantage.

The man—God, I didn’t even know his freakin’ name—was certainly possessing a certain physical feature that most men did not.

I wasn’t a virgin by any means.

Sure, I could only count them on two hands. But of the six men that I’d slept with, only one of them had come close to this man’s size.

Maybe it was because he was older.

Whatever it was, the man was fucking stacked.

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