Page 21 of Too Good to be True

“Right there in the hall? Where anyone could see?”

I nod and breathe heavier. “I went to bed thinking about you and dreamt of you touching me.”

“Like this?” he whispers, spearing two fingers inside me.

I gasp at the intrusion. “Yes!” I answer with a moan. Closing my eyes, losing myself to the building sensation.

Something’s changed inside me. For the first time in a long time, maybe ever, I feel sexy. Excited to have my body on display for this man who seems to enjoy it.

“Bailey, what are you doing to me?” My eyes open and lock on his. “I’ve never been this hard, and I’m losing control. Last chance.” His fingers stop, then withdraw as he looks into my eyes for a long moment and licks his lips. “Are you sure you want this?”

I’m not sure if it’s the warm water encouraging me to step out of my comfort zone, the strange way my body reacts to this man, or the adventure of doing something downrightnaughty.

“Yes.”

His hand reaches under my hair, holding the base of my head as his tongue licks my neck, sending shivers through me. His lips burn a trail from my ear down to my collarbone as his large head looms at my entrance.

I shift my hips, using my eyes to beg for more. To beg him to enter me. I need to be closer.

His eyes lock on mine, and I couldn’t look anywhere but at him, even if I wanted to. I feel a deep connection to him. There is a myriad of emotions in his eyes—heat, lust, and something more. Something that touches me deep inside and holds me captive.

“Please!” I plead, waiting with bated breath for him to make the final move.

Searching my eyes, he rubs his head between my folds before he slowly inches his full length inside. After giving me a moment to adjust to his size, he holds my hips and moves me up and down until I hold his shoulders and take over.

“I’m going to cum in no time watching you ride me.”

“Then cum.” I’m gloating because Corey never made me feel so beautiful. He never looked at my body with such hunger when I was naked.This manis making me feel like I’m the most beautiful woman in the world. Like I’m a woman that men fantasize about.

“Not before you.”

He moves swiftly to change places with me. After turning us around so that I’m the one sitting, he leans his body over mine, pulls me to the edge of my seat so that my bottom is mostly off, then enters me again. Once inside, a look of relief washes over his face.

With long, fluid strokes, Tim brings me to a place I’ve never been. All that exists in this moment is him, me, and carnal need.

“You feel so good. So warm and silky.”

His eyes stay glued to mine. He stares at me like no one else exists. Like the rest of the world is in another galaxy. The intensity of his stare makes me feel like he can see through me. See what I'm thinking. What I'm feeling. That I’m becoming a slave to his rhythm. I moan. Whimper. Beg him to never stop.

“You feel perfect. Like you were made just for me.”

I am lost to him.

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