Page 37 of Swept Away

He twitches against my abdomen when he brings us to a stop and, without a word, leads me out of the establishment.

A few people hang out in front of the bar.

Without slowing down, we make a left and walk around the club, where we enter a narrow space between the bar and the next building.

It’s barely lit with only a faint light in the back, and even that one is mostly concealed by a large tree.

He pulls me behind the tree and into the doorframe of a locked door, where he presses my back against the wooden surface, grabs my face, and starts kissing me.

Damn it.

I never thought a kiss could taste that good.

He unapologetically parts my lips and moves his tongue with mine, his kiss unleashing deep desires inside me.

His hands move fast across my shoulders, sweeping off the straps of my dress, and leaving me bare-chested, with the top of my outfit crumpled down, and my skirt pulled up over my ass.

My pussy tingles as he undoes his fly, his eyes heavy, tilted to my sex, his focus solely on my slit.

He wraps his fist around his hard-on and rubs it a few times before grabbing one of my boobs.

“Wet my dick, baby,” he says and nods toward his swollen, stiff cock.

His eyes stay on my tits, and his hand is now tangled in my hair while I lower myself in front of him, wrap my fingers around him, and start lapping at his hard-on.

His erection stirs in his hand, the salty taste of pre-cum blooming over my lips.

Moving my tongue around him, I collect every bit of wetness before he pushes the back of my head toward himself and enters my mouth.

I feel him deep in my throat.

A groan lifts off his chest as he thrusts into my mouth, making me choke and tear up.

From wetting his dick, we get to where he’s straight out fucking my mouth.

I love how he loses himself, claiming my mouth.

Eventually, he pulls me up and rips off my panties.

They end up in his back pocket from where he extracts another wrapper.

“Turn around,” he says before tearing it open. “Hands on the door,” he says, amusement flickering in his voice as he rolls the condom down.

I do as I’m told, my legs open.

He pulls up close to me, brings his fingers to my front, and slowly moves them up and down my slit.

My bottom pushes up while he slides himself in.

Iron-hard, he rocks his hips, pushing himself into me as moans rush to my lips.

His arm comes around me to hold me tight against his chest while he hammers me, dragging me through the gates of heaven and then hell as if he wants to split me open.

My vocalizing goes up as my pleasure soars, and I fleetingly worry that someone might hear us, but I don’t care.

He feels that good.

Inching closer to his high, he grunts quietly, claiming his pleasure while delivering mine.