Prologue
“Oh, God…”
“Take that dick like a good girl,” he grunted behind me, and I most definitely wanted to be a good girl for him.
I wanted to be thebestgirl.
In all honesty, it wasn’t all that hard to be a good girl for him. The man was every woman’s fantasy come to life, and that included a big dick.
A nice, smooth, thick, long, hard, veiny, powerful, nine-inch dick.
“Harder,” I demanded, and I couldn’t care less how slutty that made me seem; Iwasa slut.
For this man, I was the biggest, sluttiest, porn star to date.
There was a secret weapon to mind-blowing sex, and that secret weapon was chemistry. When chemistry was involved, nothing else mattered. Not looks, money, status, careers, physique, intelligence…nothing.Chemistry was the lure, not the sex. Chemistry was what made you take that leap, not attraction. There were plenty of people that were attractive, but that didn’t mean you wanted to sleep with them. It just meant that you could appreciate their beautiful aesthetics.
Chemistry was what made you follow a stranger into a public restroom and let him have his way with you. Chemistry was what made you spread your legs and let your man fingerfuck you underneath the restaurant table. Chemistry was what made you hike up your skirt and bend over in public for whatever your man wanted to do to you. Chemistry was what made you sleep with a man on the first date.
The only problem?
People often confused chemistry with love, and that’s when shit got complicated.
However,Iwas not confused.
Not in the least.
“You want it harder?” he echoed. “You need me to leave you sore?”
Hell. Fucking. Yes. I. Did.
“Please,” I begged, still unashamed of what we were doing.
Now, was it wrong?
Absolutely.
Would the ramifications be disastrous?
Undoubtedly.
With his hands gripping my hips, his nine-inch dick stretching me open, and his grunts in my ear, did I care?
Not one goddamn bit.
“This pussy’s so good,” he kept grunting behind me. “It’s the best pussy that I’ve ever fucked.”
“Oh, God…” I panted as he hit deep inside. Since the man had already made me cum twice, the rest of this was all extra. It was just for the sheer pleasure of it all.
“Show me how greedy you are for this dick, baby,” he commanded, and I wasn’t sure that there was much more that I could do.
When I felt his hand slide across my waist, then down and in between my thighs, I let out a throaty whimper. The second that his fingers touched my sensitive clit, I went off again, counting my third orgasm of the evening.
“Oh, Christ…” I cried out. “Oh, God…”
“I’m cumming, baby,” he warned me, and a part of me was happy that he was going to. We were already taking such a big risk as it was.
I felt his fingers dig painfully into my hips, and the low growl that erupted from his throat went perfectly with the way that he was cumming inside me.
