My Anonymous Lover (Forbidden Fantasies #56) Read Online S.E. Law

Categories Genre: Angst, BDSM, Contemporary, Erotic, Forbidden, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Forbidden Fantasies Series by S.E. Law
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Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23999 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
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“Yes, yes, yes!” my invisible lover chants over and over again, as her pussy begins to gush and clench. Then she explodes and lets out a full-bodied scream, the pulses of her slit stroking my shaft in the most intimate of caresses. It’s impossible to control and suddenly, I let go too. Orgasm crashes over me like a typhoon and I let out a conquering roar.

“Fuck!” I shout in the restroom, the word echoing in the small space. “Shit!”

My body tenses and then hot seed shoots deep into her sweetness, pulsing like a powerful firehose. The gush of fluid only makes the slide into her pussy even easier as her insides ripple, and I curse as she moans loudly before tensing up again. Holy shit, is she going to come for a second time? Sure enough, those swollen folds spasm around me, and satisfaction fills my gut as I listen to her scream as another hot gush of female nectar drenches my balls.

Finally, our frenetic mating ends and we pause for a moment, struggling to catch our breaths on either side of the metal divider. Too soon, she moves away, pulling herself off my slippery cock but just a few seconds later I feel her mouth on me again. I hiss as she begins licking and sucking my spent rod, and I swear it feels like I’m going to pass out as my shaft is once again surrounded by her warm, wet heat.

But it doesn’t happen. Instead, once she’s cleaned me up, she pops off and stands up once more, bending quickly to press one last kiss to my tip.

“You good, big boy?” she coos on the other side. Oh fuck, even the sound of her voice is arousing, and I make myself inhale deeply before speaking.

“Yeah, I’m good. Thanks honey. That was amazing,” is my low rasp, and she titters on the other side once more. She makes like she’s going to leave, but then the mystery woman does me one better. She backs away from the hole, and just for one second, I get a glimpse of my lover. It’s not much, but I catch a glimpse of long dark hair; smooth, creamy skin; and eyes so blue they remind me of the midnight sky. There’s a quick flash of delicate features, but it happens so fast that I don’t see her in full. But it doesn’t matter because within seconds, she’s bending over with her bottom facing me.

“Come and take a look,” she invites huskily, and with that, I press my eye to the hole in the wall. Of course, the woman’s face is hidden but I see that she’s got long, raven locks as well as a heart-shaped ass that’s full and round. Then, the mystery woman grips her cheeks in both hands and pulls them apart, flexing her pussy at me.

“Do you see it?” she coos.

Oh fuck, I do. I watch as a bead of come forms at her opening before slowly becoming a drip that trails down one thick thigh.

“Beautiful,” I breathe. “Absolutely gorgeous.”

She giggles and flexes her pussy at me again, coaxing more of the male fluid out. “Oh good, I’m glad you like it. Having a man come in me always rejuvenates my mind and spirit for the road ahead, not to mention my body. Thank you, big boy.”

Then, she backs up towards me once more so that my view is blocked. Her skirt’s pulled down in a flash and before I realize it, the latch clicks and the woman strides out of the restroom, leaving me alone in the small cell. I stand there for a moment, head spinning. Did that just happen? Did I just enjoy an anonymous encounter to the fullest extent right here in the men’s restroom at this godawful truck stop? Some people would say it’s filthy, but all I can say is that I’m sated and satisfied, and fuck, I’d do it all over again if I could.

3

GINNY

A week later.

I hum along to the song on the radio as I finally pull into my driveway of my cottage. I have some time off from work so I’m back in my little town of Sugar, Texas, and boy, is it a relief. Don’t get me wrong – I adore being out on the road, but it’s nice to come home too. Sugar is a small hamlet at best, not even a town, and the familiarity is soothing. The maple tree in my yard sighs, bending to greet me as I get out of my Jetta and I sigh a little myself as the tension seeps out of my bones.

Today was errand day after a while on the road, and I’ve taken care of a ton of things, from paying my bills to returning year-old library books to visiting a few friends. Now all there is for me to do is to get inside my cottage to relax. If I’m lucky, I won’t have to leave my bed more than six times a day for the next couple of days, which I’ve calculated as three times for me to use the bathroom and three times for me to eat. Perfect. That’s as productive as I need to be because anything else would just be excessive. Silly, right? But I have it down to a science.


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