Falling Into Temptation by A. Zavarelli Read Free Book Online Page B

grunts. “And now I want all of New York to see it.”
    I moan at his words, desperately wanting him inside of me. I arch back against him and in one swift movement, he pushes into me, stretching me. I gasp from the shock of pain that sears through me and he stills, letting my body adjust to his size.
    “Shhh,” he whispers as he kisses the back of my neck. “It’s okay. Just give it a minute. You’re really fucking tight.”
    I nod and let my body relax around him. It doesn’t take long before I’m urging him to move. His hands are everywhere, stroking up and down my spine, my neck, my breasts… my wetness pooling around his hard cock. He starts to move inside of me, gripping my hip forcefully to hold me in place. The combination of pleasure and pain is exquisite. His lips caress my shoulder as he pulls back and slams into me. I can’t help the feral moan that escapes my chest. It’s been so long since I was touched by a man and never did it feel like this.
    “You like that?” he grunts, thrusting his hips harder.
    “Yes,” I gasp, my breath fogging up the window in front of me.
    His fingers move between my thighs, and he stills inside of me for a moment as he feels how drenched I am for him. And then his eyes are boring into the back of my head. I can’t tell what he’s thinking as I watch his reflection in the window, but soon enough it doesn’t matter.
    He starts pounding into me with unrelenting thrusts, heaving my body forward with every slap of his flesh against mine. My insides quiver around him as he continues to palm my breasts in his hands. I have never felt anything like the combination of his rough fucking and gentle caresses. The pressure is building deep within me and I can’t hold back my moans.
    It’s the first time I’ve had a cock inside of me that I can actually feel that edge. The one I so willingly want to dive off of. And I think I might scream if I don’t get this release. I want him to be the first person other than myself to make me come, and somehow I’m certain he won’t disappoint me. His lips move to my neck, sucking the delicate skin as his thumb finds my clit.
     
    “Give it to me, Victoria.”
    And I do. I give him everything as I let out a guttural scream, clenching around his engorged cock. The tremors seem to go on forever as he continues to thrust inside of me, milking his own release with a long deep growl.
    And then we both collapse forward, pressed against the glass for all of New York to see in our just fucked glory. Both our breaths are ragged and neither of us speaks as we come down from the high. And then like a gust of cold air he pulls out of me, leaving me feeling empty at the loss.
    I push against the glass to steady myself as I watch his reflection walk into the bathroom without a word. And this is the only thing that can dampen my high. I just came my brains out on his cock, a huge hurdle for me, and suddenly I feel like a whore. Because just like that, it’s over. Like a business transaction.
    I sit down on the couch and try to smooth out and reassemble my clothing, using that to distract me. I’m still smoothing out imaginary wrinkles in my skirt when I hear him walk back out. I can feel his eyes on me, his presence sucking all the air from the room as he hovers over me.
    “Victoria,” he says gruffly. “Look at me.”
    I do. I don’t know why, but I can’t resist that commanding voice, even though I suddenly feel like yesterday’s garbage. He looks just as put together as when he arrived, his face calm and impassive.
    I roll my eyes. I knew this was coming…. stupid… stupid… stupid!
    He reaches down almost hesitantly, stroking my cheek with his thumb. “You really are quite beautiful.”
    I close my eyes, soaking up his affection if only for a moment. Inside, I know it isn’t real. He probably says this to all the women after he fucks them, making it easier on his own conscious when he strolls out the door, never to be seen again.
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