I couldn’t resist the pull of his gaze, the way his eyes bore into mine with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. He was a man of mystery and danger, much older than I (*and? I’ve always had a daddy fetish*), and I was inexplicably drawn to him despite the many risks.
One fateful night, our paths crossed in the dark alley behind the club. He approached me with a predatory glint in his eyes, his rugged features illuminated by the moonlight. I knew I should have turned away, but something about him captivated me.
“Come with me,” he murmured in a low, gravelly voice that sent a thrill through my body.
I hesitated, knowing that it was reckless to follow a stranger into the unknown. But my curiosity and desire got the best of me, and I found myself nodding, unable to resist the pull he had over me.
He led me to a secluded spot, hidden from prying eyes. The tension between us was palpable as he closed the distance between us, his body pressing against mine with an almost…*primal* hunger.
Honestly, I’ve never been so turned on in my life.
I knew it was risky, but the danger only fueled my desire even more. I wanted him, and I wanted him *now.*
With a hungry kiss, he claimed my lips, his hands roaming over my body, igniting a fire within me. In that moment, it didn’t matter that I was a taken woman, wrapped up in a mundane, much too vanilla relationship with my college sweetheart. I moaned into his mouth, my inhibitions melting away as I surrendered to the passion that consumed us.
He lifted me against the wall, his hands eagerly exploring my body, and I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer, craving his touch.
He wasted no time, his fingers delving into my wetness, finding me already primed with need. I gasped as he teased me, his touch sending shockwaves of pleasure up my spine.
“Tell me you want this,” he whispered hoarsely in my ear, his breath hot against my skin.
“I want it,” I breathed, my voice thick with desire. “I want you…whoever you are.”
With that, he plunged into me, a groan escaping both his lips as we became one.
It was raw and animalistic, a dance of ecstasy and abandon as we moved together, lost in a haze of pleasure as we engaged in sloppy bareback sex right there where anyone could have stumbled upon us.
The risks were forgotten, the consequences ignored as we gave in to our carnal cravings. He took me with a hunger that matched my own, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more desperate.
I clung to him, my nails digging into his back as I rode the waves of pleasure crashing over me. I lost myself in the sensations, in the raw power of our connection.
He growled my name, his hips slamming into mine, driving us both towards the edge. I cried out as I came, my body convulsing in ecstasy as he followed, his release hot and potent inside me.
We were breathless and spent, our bodies tangled together in the aftermath of our passion. The risks had been forgotten in the haze of it all, but reality came crashing back all too soon.
We knew we couldn’t stay, that this was a fleeting encounter with no promises of tomorrow.
But for that moment, we were consumed by unbridled desire…willing to risk it all for that small little intoxicating taste of forbidden pleasure.
“I’m Matt,” he finally revealed with a smirk.
To that, I could only laugh.
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