Page 6 of Mara
If I were going to hell, shouldn’t I be jumping in the flames, not dancing around the gates?
“I am going to fucking come. If you don’t stop, you’re going to make me come all over the bathroom floor!”
He stopped his expert tonguing and flipped me around, the action taking me off guard, and I squeaked. I was staring into his light brown eyes, which were practically sparkling with mischief. His lips were dripping with my wetness.
“I would never waste such a beautiful orgasm on the fucking floor, Mara.”
“Oh fuck! Yes, okay. Please don’t stop.”
I was a frothing mess left on an edge I had to get over. It was painful.
“Pl-Please, Stranger. Don’t leave me on the edge. I need to come.”
I was begging. How absolutely embarrassing.
“You look so pretty when you beg.”
He ripped my panties from my body, the thong intact and worn by me in one second, then shredded at my feet in another.
I was still reeling from the shock of my clothing being yanked so hard that it ripped off me. He took my distraction to claim my body fully. He pulled my lips to his in a damning kiss to pull me further down to hell. He tasted like me, that sweet slippery liquid overwhelming my senses, forcing me to taste what he had done to me.
His fingers slipped into my core, the thickness of even that making me pant as I adjusted to the digits.
“Holy fuck, you are dangerous, aren’t you?”
He smiled, and his eyes reflected just how dangerous my Stranger actually was.
I felt a strike of fear as he pounded his fingers into my cunt so deeply while he left long, wet kisses down my thighs, such a contrast to how amazingly hard he fucked my pussy with his fingers.
“Let me see how you fucking come undone. What happens when someone takes care of you?”
Already past the point of no return, I fell into him, succumbing to an orgasm that I could no longer deny.
His words made me lose myself. His tongue on my clit, his fingers deep inside me, his other hand gripping my ass so hard. That tease of pain and tantalizing pleasure was the wave I needed. I not only fell over the edge, but I absolutely soaked his face and jacket.
He was covered, absolutely dripping with my orgasm. My eyes widened. I didn’t squirt for anything but a damn vibrator, but he made me drench him like a water hose.
“‘Good girl. You did such a good job. Look at this mess you made.”
I was panting so bad, trying to catch my breath. I couldn’t stop looking at my own come dripping off this stranger’s mouth and clothing.
The bulge in his pants was soaked, too.
I looked away, suddenly embarrassed, the bubble of horniess popping and leaving me to assess the situation like an actual adult.
What the fuck did I just do?
I watched the stranger shrug off his jacket and assess his image in the mirror. He was licking off the mess from his lips…with his tongue as if he needed to savor the taste of me a second time.
Who the fuck was this man?
Despite saying I didn’t want to know him, I couldn’t help the curious part of me wanting to know everything about him, who just obliterated my self-control and made me come harder than anyone in my entire life.
Judging by the fact that he was cleaning himself up with some paper towels and acting like nothing had just happened, I doubted I would ever see this dude again.
I hesitated for a second before pulling up my jeans and zipping the stupid half zipper.
Blocking my body from the man I willingly allowed to devour me a second prior was weird, but maybe this was how all hookups went.
