Page 1 of Tempt Me
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I’ve never fucked a woman who didn’t lie.
Not to me. When I’m grinding eight inches deep up against your G-spot, you can bet you won’t have the mind to remember your own name. No, I’m talking about the next guy. And everyone who’s unlucky enough to come after me.
“That’s right, baby. You’re the best.”
“Nobody’s ever gone so deep.”
And this one, the classic. The biggest fucking whopper to ever cross a woman’s lips:
“It’s OK. Size doesn’t matter. It’s what you do with it that counts.”
Right, love. Say that again with a straight face once I’ve stretched you so wide, you’re begging me to stop and screaming for more, all in the same goddamn breath.
Go on, I dare you.
So yeah, all women lie. I don’t hold it against you, because men do it, too. We’ve all got our secrets, but it just happens to be my job to figure yours out.
Like this girl. I met her at the bar ten minutes ago, licking martini olives like she wanted me imagining her wet mouth wrapped around my cock.
Mission accomplished.
Now she’s braced against the wall in the alley outside with her skirt shoved up around her waist and my cock pounding into her hard from behind.
“Don’t stop. Oh God, please don’t stop!” She’s grinding back against me, out of control with my hand rubbing her clit just right and the other gripping one of those juicy tits to keep the pace.
“Harder,” the girl begs, her face crushed against the wall. “Fuck me hard!”
With pleasure.
I pound relentlessly, sending her body crashing into the wall with the impact of my thrusts. But she just moans and begs for more. I knew from the minute I laid eyes on her she needed it rough and dirty. It’s why I took that seat beside her, over every other hot, willing woman in the bar. Sure, I could have had any one of them on their knees in a heartbeat, sucking me off like their life depended on it. Or maybe two of them back at my place, for a little three-way action. Double the pussy, double the fun.
But one look at this girl, and I knew all her deepest, darkest secrets.
She wants to feel it, every last thrust.
And lucky for her, I’m in the mood to fuck.
“You like that, baby?” I fist her hair and yank hard, arching her body back to meet me. All she can do is whimper, but she doesn’t need to say a word. Her clenching cunt is all the answer I need.
Besides, that sweet mouth has done nothing but lie since the moment we met.
She said she was a student at the college nearby, just having a fun night out with friends. She thinks I didn’t notice the pale band of skin on her wedding finger, or that happy couple background pic on her phone.
She’s wrong.
I notice everything. I see right through you. It’s what I do.
Like how she spread her legs for me right here where anyone could see, because she wouldn’t dare take me home. How her body is grinding, desperate, because whatever flaccid little prick he’s been prodding her with for God knows how long doesn’t do it right. Not even close. And this—yeah, this, fuck—the way she’s convulsing around my cock like she’s having some kind of seizure? This tells me she’ll never have it this good again.
Every other climax, every other cock for the rest of her life, she’ll be picturing me right now, and how I tore her goddamn pussy apart.
“Yes! OHMYGOD. YES!”
She comes, screaming so loud someone’s going to call the cops, but I don’t care. I slam into her faster, my balls tight and ready, so fucking ready. I’m gripping her hips so hard, she’ll need to explain those bruises in the morning, but that isn’t my problem. Nothing is, except the friction of her tight pussy and the slide of her wetness and fuck, yeah, that clenching, vice-like grip of her climax, milking me out. I’m close now, right on the fucking edge—
One more thrust and then I suddenly pull away. I spin her around and push her to her knees, burying all eight throbbing inches into that wet, open mouth.