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But when I met her at the restaurant, it was me who was in trouble. She stood from the table, her body draped in a flowing black dress. Her hair was piled high on her head and her eyes were accented with a glittering black eyeliner. I swallowed thickly as she waved at me, a tentative smile upon her rosy cheeks.

She was breathtaking, and I could feel my cock already pushing against my pants.

Striding over towards her, I slipped my hand into hers. Her eyes connected with mine, dancing in between them as I pulled her towards the bathrooms. I could feel her tugging against me, trying to get my attention as I pulled us towards the men’s bathroom.

I turned around and looked at her before I crashed my lips onto hers.

Instantly, her hands flew to my hair. I backed myself into the bathroom, tugging her along with me. Her lips pressed into mine and I tasted the sweetness of her tongue. I flipped the lock on the bathroom wall before I backed her into a stall, my hand racing up her dress.

“Holy fuck, you look incredible,” I said.

“Preston,” she said breathlessly. “We have to…umm…talk.”

“Can it wait?” I asked.

I pulled back and looked into her eyes as my hand crept up her thigh. I could feel how wet she was. How wanton her body already was for me. My cock pressed achingly against my pants, and they threatened to stain the outside of them with my precum. All I needed was her approval. Just a simple nod of her head. Anything to give me consent to fuck her into this wall and take what I had wanted for the past seven fucking weeks.

Ever since I first had her that night.

And the moment she nodded, a grin tugged at my cheeks.

I undid the belt of my pants as she bunched up her dress. I dropped them to the floor, my cock springing free and seeking its home. I wrapped my arms around Delilah and hoisted her up the wall, burying my face into her tits as her hands clung to my hair. I slipped my hand between her juicy thighs, sliding her soaking wet panties to the side.

She was dripping onto the skin of my cock. Begging me to be inside her.

I thrusted into her and allowed her warmth to encompass me. My knees shook with the weight of her glory as my lips pressed kisses into her tits. I felt her walls fluttering around me as she sighed with relief, her head falling back into the wall as I held her still.

My fingertips sank into the excess of her thighs as my dick twitched deep within her.

“Move, Preston. Please,” she said.

“I’ve never been one to deny a beauty,” I said.

I rolled my hips, raking my skin along her exposed clit. My fingers held her open for me, exposed to whatever it was I wanted to do with her. I felt her hands clawing at my back as my teeth sank into her skin. I pounded myself up into her, watching her jump and feeling her clamp my cock in a vice grip. She was warmer than any woman I’d ever been with. Tighter than any model I’d ever slept with. Her curves draped along my muscles perfectly. More perfect than in the dreams I’d had of her while I was away.

I slammed into her, feeling her body shaking against mine as our lips met once again.

Our tongues battled for a lazy sort of dominance as my cock throbbed with its release. I could feel her juices dripping down my balls as they pulled up into my body. I sank deep into her and began to roll, shallowly thrusting so I could hit that juicy clit of hers. Her gasps made me grin and her moans made me dizzy.

I had missed this.

I had fucking missed this woman.

She came around my cock, her juices dripping down my thighs. She clung to me. Desperately. Her moans muffled in my neck as her legs pulled me closer. My hands were pressed into the wall as I spilled into her, pumping her of my threads of cum. Pump after pump was unleashed within her, my knees trembling with mercy as I pinned her to the wall.

She peppered my neck in kisses, pulling goosebumps up my back as I sighed into her skin.

“Shit, that felt good,” I said.

“Didn’t feel too bad over here either,” she said.

Grinning, I slid from between her legs and watched our juices fall to the floor. I settled Delilah down onto her feet, her stance wobbling as I caught her in my arms. Her eyes, hazy with passion and lust, fluttered up to me as a goofy smile crawled across her face.

Then, something akin to nausea seeped into her features.

“I need some water,” Delilah said.

“Are you all right?” I asked.


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