Page 72 of Tempt Me

“Apparently, the thought of public restroom sex sounded better in my head than in reality.”

She stalks forward and runs her fingertip down the center of my T-shirt toward my beltline. “So, you haven’t had bar bathroom sex?”

“No.” My eyes narrow as her fingertip brushes against my belt buckle. “Have you?”

“No.” She laughs at my expression. “I haven’t.”

“I don’t think this is a good idea.” I glance at the door, listening for footsteps or hands grabbing the door handle. “I’d rather we had sex somewhere where we don’t have to worry about someone else walking in on us, and who knows what kinds of germs are in this room.” I shudder and send up a quick prayer of thanks that I don’t have a blue light to scan the room for nasty shit.

“Hmm….” She strokes my dick, causing it to jump to life. My dick is obviously not listening to my mouth. “That’s too bad. I was looking forward to dropping to my knees and showing you a good time.” She clasps my belt and slides it open.

“Baby…” I grab her hand and hold it in place. “Let’s go to my place.”

“No.” She shakes her head. “I don’t think so.” While gripping my belt, she tugs me forward. “Stall. Now.”

Shit. My entire body breaks into a sweat as my heart gallops in my chest. We can’t do this. She licks her lips and smiles. “I promise. You’re going to love it.” The heat in her eyes makes my knees buckle.

After I close my eyes, I inhale and pop my neck from side to side. When I reopen my eyes and see the gorgeous woman in front of me, all my reservations disappear. “Fuck it.”

I stride to the farthest stall, shove open the door, causing it to bang against the wall with a clank, and watch her stalk toward me. Before she can blink, I have her pressed against the wall and kissing her like I need her to breathe. I inhale a ragged breath while devouring her. It’s notlikeI need her to breathe. Ineedher to breathe.

As I caress her hips, sides, back, ass, everywhere at once, she whimpers her approval into my mouth. My balls tighten as electric shockwaves flow from my spine to my thighs and dick. I’ve never been this hard before.

Her tongue slashes against mine, sending goosebumps to dot my skin. It’s not enough. I want more. I angle my head to get better access to her mouth and shudder.

When she moans against my tongue, I nearly come in my pants. She makes quick work of opening my jeans and grasps my throbbing cock. The second she grips my flesh; she jerks back and stares up at me with lust-filled eyes. “You’re so fucking big. I love the feel of your cock in my hand.” She pumps me from base to tip, tugging over my piercings in the process.

The taut sensation does nothing to ease the release building deep inside of me. “You’re so thick.” Her eyes glow as she licks her lips. “So, fucking sexy.” She bites her bottom lip, and I can’t take it anymore.

“Bella, drop to your knees. Now.”

She obeys my order and engulfs me. “Fu-u-u-uck!” My eyes roll back into my head. What’s she doing to me? She grips my hip with one hand and jerks me off with the other.

“Do you like that?”

“God, ye-s-s-s….” I hiss with approval. Seeing her on her knees in front of me. Licking and sucking on my flesh. My balls are so tight, they ache. I’m so fucking close. I don’t want to come here in the fucking bar bathroom. “You’ve got to stop.”

“Not going to happen.” She grips my base and deep throats me. Her tongue teases and flicks against the piercings.

“Fuck.” I slam my fist into the wall as I gasp for air. “Please, baby.”

She doesn’t look up. Nor does she stop.

Fuck. I can’t stop. Jesus. I need to stop.

Bang. The door to the bathroom flings open as the voices of two giggling girls break into the room, drowning out the sound of her sucking me off.

I grip her head, holding her in place. “Stop.”

She shakes her head no while mouthing the word. Her eyes glow with challenge as she mouths, “Fuck my mouth.”

Son of a bitch. I slam my dick into her mouth with so much force I’m shocked when she remains on her knees and not flat on her ass. I try to stop, but I can’t. Her hot mouth takes me. Then, her throat. Jesus. Her gorgeous eyes. Those pouty lips. That fucking perfect mouth. Her flushed cheeks.

The girls giggle and fall against the wall as they talk about a guy at the bar. But their words mean nothing. The only thing that matters is Bella. The faucets and hand dryers come on as the girls chat louder, oblivious to the pleasure that she’s inflicting on me. And the crashing reality that I’d do anything to make this woman happy.

I clutch her head and fuck her gorgeous, sassy mouth. Her eyes roll back into her head as the sound of her slurping and gagging intensifies.

It’s too much. My legs quiver as spasms rip through my thighs, back, and finally, my balls. “Fuck,” I grunt as streams of cum shoot from my dick and coat the inside of her mouth.

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