Fortune's Deception by Karen Erickson

delving between her swollen nether lips and she cried out.
    The bathroom door opened and they stared at each other, silent as they listened to whoever was in there with them. She thrust against his hand, her hips moving in a slow circle and he plunged a finger inside her cunt. Watched her as she nibbled on her lower lip and her eyes closed with unmistakable pleasure.
    Ah fuck he had to be inside her, now. He had to feel her tight wet heat surround him, milking him while he fucked her. What was it about her that made him feel so out of control? So unrestrained and like a fucking animal for Christ’s sake? He never did this kind of thing, had never fucked a woman in a bathroom at a bar. He was more a wine ’em and dine ’em kind of guy, full of romance and sweetness and flowers. Giving the girl exactly what she wanted so she’d be open and accepting to some sweetly passionate sex.
    Brittney Jones made him feel like a rutting beast ready to tear into her, fuck her until she fainted. He wanted to nip and bite at her, say things that would make her blush. Make her come over and over again. Eager to watch her suck his dick, ride his cock, touch herself.
    As if reading his mind, she reached out, a slim hand sliding across his denim-covered bulge. He shuddered against her touch, anticipation curling in his belly when her fingers undid the snap of his jeans, slid down the zipper. She reached inside, her hand smoothing over his cock, fingers curling around it and he couldn’t help himself, didn’t care that someone was still in the bathroom with them.
    He groaned low in his throat, threw his head back, felt his jeans drop to his feet. She scrambled onto her knees, yanked down his underwear and her mouth slid around his cock, drawing him deep.
    So beautiful. Her lush pink lips around his dick, sliding up and down, moaning around his hard flesh. He pumped his hips, fucked her mouth, little murmurs of encouragement escaping him as she gave him the most amazing blowjob of his life. Even better than the one in his office.
    Charlie could already sense he was going to come after only a few thrusts and he didn’t want to, not like this. He tugged at her hair, plucked at her shoulders and she released him, her lips glistening as she stared up.
    “Come here,” he whispered, filled with tenderness for her. Amazed at how giving she was. He wanted to give back, wanted to make her feel as good as she made him feel.
    Show her what she meant to him.
    She stood and he grabbed her ass, tearing her panties completely off, letting them fall to the floor in a crumpled heap. He lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his middle, her pulsing hot pussy pressed against the head of his cock.
    He couldn’t seem to stop himself from plunging inside, heard her keening cry as he drove into her. Turning around, he pressed her against the wall as he thrust again and again inside her tight wet heat. He swore he felt a vein pop out on his forehead and he gritted his teeth, his entire body breaking out into a sweat as he pounded deep and fast, burying himself inside of her. Branding her as his.
    She let him, bucking her hips against him, her pussy taking him deeper, her arms holding onto his neck tight. She murmured encouraging words in his ear, lots of ‘oh, yeah’ and ‘fuck me harder’, until he couldn’t see straight. Couldn’t think of anything else but this woman and all the pleasure she gave him. How he wanted to return the favor.
    “I’m gonna come,” she whispered in his ear, biting the lobe so hard he gave a little shout. “I’m gonna fucking come, Charlie.”
    He moved even faster, desperate to make her dizzy with it, wanting to give her the best orgasm of her life, and he knew the moment she stilled in his arms that she was coming. Her entire body convulsed with her climax, her arms still holding him tight, her ass cheeks quivering in his hands. The sensation of her inner walls milking him, shuddering all around his engorged cock