Page 5 of My Unexpected Surprise
He bottoms out, hips flush against me, and holds there, grinding in deep circles that make me feel him everywhere.
“Harder,” I whimper, emotions swirling hot from his constant praise. I don't need this. “Fuck me like you hate me.”
He chuckles darkly, one hand sliding around to rub my clit in lazy circles. “No, bellissima. Feel this. Feel how deep I am. You’re clenching around me like you never want me to leave.”
Tears prick my eyes as pleasure builds impossibly higher. I want to be ruined. I want him to lose control.
His free hand grips my hip, angling me exactly how he wants, rolling and grinding so the head of his cock kisses my cervix with every thrust.
It's like something loosens in my brain and I can't think properly anymore.
My toes start to tingle, my head feels light, my eyes start to roll back.
“Ah, there it is.”
I let out a broken cry, my back arching clean off the table as pleasure crashes through me in a blinding wave.
My thighs lock around his waist, heels digging into his back while my whole body shakes with the force of it. Wetness floods between us, slick sounds filling the quiet library as he keeps thrusting through my orgasm, drawing it out until I’m sobbing, tears slipping onto the table.
He leans down, capturing my mouth in a kiss, swallowing every moan and whimper while his hips piston harder, chasing his own release. The table creaks beneath us, ancient books tumbling to the floor.
“Fuck,” he hisses against my lips. “Milking me so perfectly. You’ll take every drop, won't you?”
I nod frantically, still dazed and fluttering around him.
One large hand slides under my ass, lifting me slightly so he can drive even harder. Then he buries himself to the hilt and stills, coming apart with a long groan.
A profound sense of loss courses through me when we kiss for the last time. I lock my arms around his neck, giving it all I have.
I'll never forget you, stranger.
Chapter One
LIVIA
Today you'll learn how to be a disaster. In heels.
First, spill coffee down the front of your only decent blouse while you sprint down Meridian Street toward the most important job interview of your life.
Make sure it spreads. Make sure it blooms across the silk, so it takes the shape of South America on the map.
Oh, and be sure to watch it happen and do nothing about it because you are already seven minutes late and the cup was mostly empty anyway so what’s the point?
Next, keep an arm wrapped around your one good bag, but the zipper bursts apart anyway, scattering lipstick, granola crumbs, and a daycare permission slip across the floor like confetti from hell.
Don't forget to add the—
Bzzzz. Bzzzz
My phone vibrates somewhere inside the black hole that used to be my purse.
Perfect.
Absolutely perfect.
I crouch in the middle of the sidewalk while people stream around me in expensive coats and sharper expressions, one heel wobbling dangerously against a crack in the pavement.
Wind whips my hair across my mouth as I shove tampons, receipts, and a tube of mascara back into my bag with all the dignity of a raccoon digging through roadside trash.
