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Holy shit. I’d never said those words before in my life.
Since he was bigger, his head was level with my breasts and he leaned forward and took one nipple into his mouth. Sucked. Switched sides. My head thumped against the door as I held his head against my chest. He wasn’t gentle. I didn’t want him to be.
I needed this. To get lost. To forget.
He was a multitasker because my jeans were around my thighs without me even knowing. Then he stood, spun me around so my hands slapped against the metal door. With a hand about my waist, he pulled my hips back.
Then, with surprising power, he ripped my thong and tugged it off.
Looking over my shoulder, he had my panties to his nose as he sniffed, then groaned. “This first time, pretty girl, is gonna be quick. My dick’s aching to get into you. To finally know what the most perfect pussy feels like. Later, when I get you back to my hotel room and I’ve got time, I’ll eat you out until you scream.”
“Yes.” I wanted that. So bad.
His hand came down on my butt in a stinging slap. “Reach one hand back and part those cheeks. Let me see what I’m gonna fuck.”
OH MY GOD.
Balancing myself against the door with my left hand, I reached back and cupped my right butt cheek and parted myself. I could feel the cool air against my damp flesh.
“Look at you. Sopping wet. And here–”
His thumb set right on top of my asshole.
“You take all of me and maybe, just maybe I’ll fuck you here later. Bad girls take it in the ass, don’t they?”
His gaze went from where his thumb was to meet mine. I knew, right then, just looking at him, that he wanted that, but wouldn’t take what wasn’t offered. I’d had sex before. Not great sex, but I wasn’t a virgin and I definitely knew that this was something different. Something potent. I’d never been into anal before, but I felt like my fantasy of being a bad girl wasn’t being shamed. He wasn’t laughing at me.
He was right there with me.
He wanted this, too.
He wanted to tame me.
“I think so,” I whispered, letting him know I was into it, but it was new.
He nodded.
“Getting ahead of ourselves, aren’t we?” As I continued to hold myself open for him, he undid his belt. I wanted to watch. Needed to see, so I turned.
“Nope, bad girls get fucked from behind with just a door between her and an entire rodeo.”
I stilled, obeying, but watched over my shoulder as he slid down the zipper, pushed his loosened jeans down his slim hips, reached into his boxers and pulled out–
“Holy shit,” I whispered.
His dick was huge. Veiny, thick, long. The crown was broad and a bead of fluid seeped from the slit. Reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out a condom. I was mesmerized as he ripped the package open and put it on.
Then he stepped right up to me, lined up to my entrance and then thrust deep.
I cried out. He groaned.
I let go of my bottom and slapped my hand back against the door as he took hold and fucked me. Hard.
Over the slap of our flesh, I could hear how wet I was. Listened to his running dirty talk. “So tight. Your pussy’s perfect. Taking me so well. So deep. I love seeing my handprint on your ass.”
I couldn’t hold back from reaching between mylegs and playing with my clit. It was swollen and I knew I’d come if I could just play with it a little.
“Playing with your clit? So needy. You’re desperate for dick, aren’t you?”
