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“Do you want to come, love?” His voice is a harsh demand in my ear.
“I do.” My entire body trembles. I’m right on the edge.
“That’s not begging.”
When he suddenly stops, I don’t even blink. A man willing to step up? A man who loves being in charge? A man who makes demands, knowing they’ll be followed? Yeah, that hits all my buttons. And because I’ll never see him after tonight, I’m free to be anything I want to be.
“Please…” I beg. “Please let me come.”
His magical fingers go back to work, sending me flying.
My orgasm rocks me to my core, and I lean into him, needing the support of his body as the orgasm shakes me, leaving me weak in the knees; my legs unable to hold me up.
A quick peek over his shoulder reveals blissful ignorance of those around us. They think we’re just making out. Little do they know I’ve experienced one of the best orgasms of my life—and there was no dick involved.
He pulls his fingers from my pussy, wipes my wetness on my inner thigh, then licks his fingers clean while I watch completely entranced.
He leans in, nuzzling my neck. “You’re fucking beautiful when you come. Even prettier when you beg. I bet you’re going to look hot as sin when you go to your knees for me. Do you want that? Me feeding you my cock?”
His words make my heart flutter. I love it when a man takes control. I love it even more when he’s completely unapologetic about it.
“You’re pretty good with those fingers.” With the afterglow of my orgasm still present, I try to take back some control. “But I don’t know if you’re strong enough to make me go to my knees.”
“Oh, love…” His low, throaty chuckle is like licks of heat against my skin. “You’re going to beg me to put you on your knees. As for my fingers being good, you’ve yet to see what I can do with my cock.” He grabs my hand and places it against his crotch.
He’s hard. So fucking hard for me.
“Do you feel me? Feel how much I want you?”
“You going to fuck me right here? Or can we take this someplace a bit more private? Someplace where you can show me if you’re as good with your dick as you are with your fingers.”
I’m ready for round two.
He mentioned he likes to fuck in public places, but getting finger fucked in a crowded bar is one thing. He was pretty discreet, and it didn’t escape my notice how he took care to hide what was going on from prying eyes, but getting fucked for real in the middle of a chaotic nightclub is something else entirely.
“Is that what you want?” He grabs my hand and presses it against his erection. That cocky grin returns. “You want my cock inside of you?”
I want more than that.
Yes, I want his cock filling me, but I want him more. There’s just something about his cocky arrogance that drives me wild.
“I do.”
No reason to be coy, especially since this man fingered me to orgasm in the middle of a crowd.
“What’s your name, love?”
“Do we need to exchange names to fuck?”
“Is that what this is?”
“Do you have a problem with that?” I drag my nails against the denim covering his erection, loving the way he groans.
Fully erect, he’s hard and packing what I hope is a magical dick.
“Not in the slightest, love. Do you have a problem with vigorous sex? Or are you one of those cuddlers?”
“If by vigorous, you mean rough, then yes. The rougher the better.” I’ve learned sex is best when I ask for what I want. “I detest cuddling.”