Shameless (The Therapist #2), стр. 39
My hands find Will’s belt buckle and clamor to get it undone, while he leans forward and kisses my neck, letting his hands fondle my breasts. Both of us breathe hard like this is the end instead of the beginning, and when my hands finally find his cock, my eyes bulge.
Every experience I’ve had since Brandon dumped me has been a bad one, but Will is off to a great start, because his cock is as thick as a cucumber. I stroke it with my hands while Will moans into my neck.
In nearly an instant, I can feel how wet I am. I’m actually shocked by it. Will’s murky relationship status, the fact that he's a complete stranger, and being in the clinic are all reasons that this is “wrong,” but they're also the reasons I want it so bad. And I do want it. I want it so fucking bad.
“Condom?” I ask, still stroking his cock and praying he says yes.
Will doesn't answer with words. He simply reaches into his pocket and removes the red latex wrapped in see-through plastic. When I see it, my first thought is that it actually might not fit over his thickness, but my second thought is that he needs to slip it on right this second and fuck me until I forget how annoyed I am with life.
Instead of letting Will fumble with my pants, I reach down and unfasten them myself, while Will pulls his pants off and slips the condom over his shaft. Just watching him makes me even wetter, and once my pants are off, I don't want there to be another second before he’s inside of me. It’s like I need it, and my body takes over. I turn around, lift my blouse over my hips, and place my elbows on the counter. Will doesn't wait either, immediately slipping himself inside my dripping pussy.
My breath catches in my throat when I feel how thick his cock is. It’s slightly painful for the first half a second, then it morphs into the most intense pleasure I’ve felt in a long time. Poor Eric was like a limp noodle compared to Will, and when he starts pounding into me, there's no question about whether or not he’s in me. I feel every inch of it, and moans climb out of my throat, demanding to be heard.
Will fucks me the way every husband should fuck his wife—like she's a complete stranger and he’s fueled by lust and a desire to be impressive. His strong hands grip my hips, and he pounds into me. I hear our skin smacking together and echoing off the walls of the empty and dark clinic. It’s so intense, I put my head down and squeeze my eyes shut, enjoying every moment.
This is what I’ve been hoping for the entire time. From the moment I decided to go against my mother’s wishes and do whatever I want, I’ve been waiting to be fucked like this. I wanted to be fucked, not made love to, and I wanted it to feel better than good. I wanted it to be intense and raw, painfully full of pleasure so satisfying that it lasts for days. From the way Will is fucking me, I know I’ll be sore tomorrow and probably the next day, and I’m totally fine with that. I realize here and now that this is what I’ve been missing from my life. Lust.
Brandon was never capable of this. He was always trying to be gentle, which is fine some times, but I could tell he did it that way because he didn't have it in him to fuck me like this. He’d come too fast just from trying. Brandon couldn't love me while still lusting after me.
Not only did he not lust after me, I didn't lust after him either. I didn't fantasize about Brandon’s cock inside me, making me wetter and wetter with his every stroke. I didn't crave having his cock in my mouth or to have his tongue slithering over my pussy. I realize now just how important that is.
Lust is hot. It’s powerful enough to overtake a person to the point that they cheat if there isn't enough of it in their relationship. It’s seductive and nearly impossible to resist, and since this is the first time I’m feeling it in its entirety, I realize just how potent it is. Now that I have a taste for it, I can feel my addiction for it growing with Will’s every thrust. This is what I’ve been missing. Pure, unadulterated, uninhibited lust. If I ever find myself in a relationship again, this will be a requirement. I have to know he feels it for me, and I must feel it for him.
Neither of us says anything while it’s happening. Will’s cock continues to pound into me, and all I hear is the sound of our breathing. It feels incredible, and I suddenly feel a strong desire to come. I’ve been making myself come plenty, but I want something stronger than that. I need it to happen so I can know just how intense an orgasm is supposed to feel.
My craving for it sends my hand between my legs, where my fingers find my clit and begin to rub. All that masturbation has paid off, as I know exactly how to rub it on my own, so the added sensation of Will’s dick thrusting into me is more than I can handle and certainly more than I’m used to. I rub hard circles over my clit while Will works from behind me, and I instantly feel hot prickles reverberating throughout my body as the orgasm draws nearer.
“Oh shit,” Will exclaims. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna come. Fuck.”
Will releases a guttural growl into the air, and the sound of him coming gives me the final push I need. I’m slammed by an