In my world, in my life, the easiest way to cool down a situation that feels beyond my control is through sex.

Heated debate with no possible agreement? Sex.

Abusive ex-boyfriend has a gun to your head? Sex.

Random sexy biker guy is cooking me dinner and being nice to me like he’s trying to make me his wife or something?

Well, I came here for the sex.

The lasagna was a nice afterthought, though.

I’d been replaying the night we first met on a continuous loop for months. How he approached me in the dark, the connection instant, passionate, careless and needy. How he pulled me on top of him, tearing at my clothes, no regard for anything except the need to be inside me.

That’s what I’m here for. He’s treating me like a fragile flower, like a woman that’s worth a lot more than a random fling. I don’t know how to explain to him that I’m not. I don’t want to beg, but I will if I have to.

My past and his present just don’t align. My future rests on the balance of keeping everything in my life on the straight and narrow.

His eyes are darker than normal, and the way he’s running his fingers through his beard, staring at me like a piece of meat is making the small hairs on the back of my neck stand straight up. I’m ready. I’m willing.

“You talk a big game, Sloan. What are you waiting for?”

My mouth feels suddenly dry. I gulp. I don’t know what to do.

“Get rid of those clothes,” he orders, point-blank.

“Don’t you want to help me?” I ask, reaching for the bottom of his shirt.

He swats my hand away.

“No. I want to watch.”

Carefully, I slide my t-shirt up over my head, revealing my bra. I unzip my jeans, and step out of them, holding on to his gaze. My flesh is covered in goosebumps, the sheer anticipation of what’s to come showing all over my body. I know my panties are soaked.

“God, you’re fucking gorgeous,” he says. “Do the rest.”

He’s like a vulture circling me, looking me up and down, and I’ve never felt so naked in my life.

“What, are you shy now?” he teases.

Not shy, just overwhelmed.

Overwhelmed with need, desire. Overwhelmed by the way he’s so collected, so in control of the situation. Overwhelmed with the fact that tonight is going to be the first time I’ve been with a real man, not some half-assed screw with a jerk I met on the internet. Gavin is one hundred percent the real deal, and I’m overwhelmed with the fact that I’m about to get everything I’ve asked for and more.

I undo the clasp on my bra, sliding my shoulders out, letting it fall to the floor. My nipples are hard as stone, my arousal unabashedly splayed across my breasts for him to see.

He already knows.

He knows exactly what he’s doing, and the anticipation is probably going to kill me dead before we even make it to the bed.

Peeling off my panties, I step out of them, leaving them in the crumpled pile on the floor. I’m nude.

“Oh, fuck, Sloan. I’m hard just looking at you. Your pussy is going to look so pretty stretched around my dick.”

I’m blushing. I can feel it building through my body, and I’m certain I’m bright red.

His hand on my back sends electric shivers down my spine. He pulls my hair from the low ponytail on my head, letting it flow down my shoulders, smoothing it with his fingers. Every touch from his warm, calloused hands is like a lightning bolt shooting straight at my hot wet center.

“Get up on that bed, girl,” he urges.

I quickly oblige, ready to do whatever he wants, ready to do whatever he says. I want him so badly, I’ll do whatever it takes to get him inside me.

Her body is perfect: soft, curvy, smooth; everything I imagined and more. The way her nipples are starting to swell just from my gaze lets me know she’s going to be so fun to fuck with.

She sits at the edge of the bed, her eyes big as saucers and her breath shallow.

“You on the pill?” I ask her.

She nods.

“Good. Because I’m gonna fill that sweet little cunt of yours with so much cum tonight, Sloan. I’m gonna make you mine inside and out. And you’re gonna love it, aren’t you?”

The way she nods her head and her cute little pout drive me absolutely wild.

“Do you like when I talk dirty to you? Does it make you wet?”

She nods again, a glimmer in her eyes. I’m exercising every bit of control I have left in me, anxious to devour her right now.

“Show me. Show me how wet I make you.”

She clamps her curvy thighs together tighter, as if she’s suddenly turned into some sort of good girl, as if there’s still a chance for her to maintain her dignity. Her little tease is only adding fuel to my fire, but I’m going to keep pushing her right up to that edge.

I kneel down in front of her, and she jumps as I run my fingers up and down the tops of her thighs, resting my hands on her knees. She smiles seductively, not breaking eye contact as I begin to pry her legs apart.

I run my hands up the insides of her thighs, stopping right at the crease where her hips meet her legs. I can feel the heat radiating from her, her sweet scent permeating the air as I hold her splayed open.

“Please,” she mouths, barely making a sound as I edge my thumbs closer to the sides of her swollen mound, slick with anticipation.

I’ve been waiting for this moment for months. Waiting to have her right where I want her, gripped tight in my hands, legs spread wide open just for me, begging me to touch her. I trace the outside of her lower lips with my fingers, slowly dragging them up and down as her thighs begin to quiver.

She bucks her hips in the air, begging for more, urging me to part her folds. I just stare into her eyes, smiling deviously, pressing my other hand firmly into her lower stomach, stilling her movement with my strength. She lets out an impatient sigh and I curl my fingers, slapping her puffed up little mound just hard enough to make her gasp.

“I know, doll,” I say. “Your greedy pussy is so impatient.”

I coat my fingers with her slickness, bringing them to her lips. She hungrily takes them into her mouth, swirling her tongue around, and I imagine that hot mouth of hers on my cock. Not yet, though. I need to hear her scream first.

“You’re so naughty, babe. I bet you’re fucking delicious.”

“Please, Gavin,” she whines again. “Please fuck me.” My dick is thumping hard in my jeans. Her begging is driving me absolutely insane.

I grab her hips, pulling her to the edge of the bed so her beautiful pussy is right in front of my face, taking in the sight for the first time. Her swollen pink clit sticks out from between her glistening lips, and I spread her creases further, exposing that pretty pink hole that wants nothing more than for me to fill it.

I start from the bottom with a flat tongue, working my way up to her clit, circling it a few times before starting over again. Her moans are deep and primal, and she thrusts and spasms as I grip her hips tighter and tighter, pulling her into my face, teasing her thighs with my beard.

“Fuck, I need you inside me,” she screams out.

“Just relax,” I growl. “Once I get you cumming, you’re not gonna stop ’til there’s nothing left in you, Sloan.”

She’s grabbing her tits, squeezing those perky, fleshy globes so hard that she’s leaving handprints behind, and I go back to working on her clit, taking it in my mouth. Her feet are flailing like a mad woman.

I slide two fingers inside of her with ease, the soft velvety lining of her pussy spasming around me, gripping me tight. I turn my fingers upwards, hooking her G-spot, pressing down on her stomach as I press up on it with as much force as I can.

“Gavin,” she wails, trying to slide up the bed, trying to clench her thighs shut around my ears.

“Relax,” I laugh, letting my hot breath torment her clit. The look on her face is terrified, but by the way she’s twisting her nipples and her high-pitched little squeals, there’s no turning back for her.

“What the fuck are you doing to me?” she mewls, but I am relentless. I push up harder inside of her as I flatten my hand onto her stomach, pinning her to the bed.

There’s nothing like making a woman cum from the inside out. Especially when they have no idea what’s about to happen.

In about five seconds, I’m going to own her pussy. I can feel it in the way her walls are colliding around my fingers, her throaty moans, her feet digging into my shoulders, trying to push me away.

I take her clit in my mouth and enjoy every second of the explosion, her juices coating my hand, my face; she’s gushing like a geyser, her screams bordering sobs. I plant kisses all over the inside of her trembling thighs as she slowly comes down.

“Holy shit,” she mutters, trying to contain herself in between bated breaths. “Get up here,” she pleads.

I climb on top of her writhing body, pressing my lips to hers for a passionate kiss, taking her tongue in my mouth and circling it with mine.

“What the hell was that?” she moans, pulling away.

“How do you feel?” I ask.

She begins pulling off my shirt, and I weaken under her touch, her fingers drawing circles on my chest, playfully.

“Mmmm,” she purrs. “Stupid, horny, drunk, I don’t know. I think I’m still cumming.”

I drag my lips across her collarbone and she squeals. “You probably are. I told you I knew what I was doing.”

“I feel like I need to give you my wallet or something. You’re making me fucking crazy!”

She fumbles with my belt as I let my mouth travel to her hard pebbled nipple. She tugs my jeans and boxer briefs down with urgency, and it’s a good thing. My cock is rock-hard and ready to fill every inch of her.

“Oh fuck, Gavin,” she says, her eyes wide as saucers. “You’re huge.”

I run the tip of my cock up and down her thigh and she trembles.

“You want me to be gentle?” I ask.

She looks at me, seriously, deviously, her dark eyes glimmering with unbridled lust.

“Fuck me, Gavin,” she begs. “Wreck me.”

I don’t know what this man is doing to me, but it’s nothing that I’ve ever felt before. Sure, I’ve had more orgasms than I can count, but not like this. Usually after I cum, I want to roll over and go to sleep, but he’s turned me into this insatiable lusty whore. Every time he touches me, waves crash through my body, pushing me further and further over the edge. I’m laying in a puddle of my own wetness, and we haven’t even got to the good part yet.

His dick is a work of art—hard, veiny, and thick. I swirl my finger around its velvety tip, catching the dribble of precum and bringing it to my lips. His manly musk—sweaty and earthy— overpowers me. I want everything he has to offer.

He’s slapping his cock off my clit, shooting sparks of pain and pleasure through every inch of my body. I can’t make words. Just please… fuck… me…

And yet he’s so smooth and calculated. Completely in control. I’m clawing at his chest, trying to pull him into me, and he’s delighting in my fervor, watching my every move with amusement.

I should be ashamed of myself, but I’m so far gone beyond the point of dignity.

“Please,” I scream, desperate for him to push that thick beast inside me and rip me in two.

“You’re a greedy girl, Sloan. You want me to fuck you? Roll over.”

I prop myself up on hands and knees and he runs his palms up and down my ass cheeks.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he sighs. “I could just stare at your ass all day.”

As nice as his touch feels, I need more. I spread my legs a little wider, thrusting my hips towards him, trying to line myself up with the tip of the hard dick that’s poking into the back of my thigh.

He grabs my legs, and I feel him inching his way up my lips. The pressure is intense and I can’t help but scream, a loud guttural cry, while he works his way into me.

“You think I make you crazy?” he growls into my ear, pushing into me with one fell thrust, holding me onto his cock as my tight walls struggle to adjust. “Sloan, you’ve been driving me fucking nuts since the second I met you. You should’ve ran far away when you had the chance, because now that I have you, I’m not gonna let you go.”

It’s a good thing, because I don’t think I’m going to be able to walk for a week. I definitely can’t talk. Even thinking is beyond my comprehension. All I know is that right now, right in this moment, he could do whatever he wanted to me and I wouldn’t so much as raise a pinky finger to try and stop him.

He begins to thrust in and out of me; slow, hard, controlled. Every time he slides back, I grip the sheets tighter and tighter. I feel like he’s going to fuck me straight through the mattress, into the floorboards, into the ground, and I would die happy. His chiseled thighs slap off the back of my ass as he wraps my hair around his clenched fist, dominating me, letting me know that he’s good on his word. He’s not letting me get away.

“You like when I stuff your pussy? You’re so fucking soaked, babe.”

The mixture of hurt and intense pleasure, feeling him owning me, needing me, using me, overwhelms me, and all I can do is scream his name.

“You feel so good, Sloan,” he moans. A calloused hand gropes and squeezes at my breast with a lust-fueled intensity that I’ve never felt before.

He’s a beast, panting, groaning, unrelenting. He pulls out and flips me over on my back with all his strength and might colliding into me again, his hard chest pressed into mine.

My fingers dig into his back.

My toes curl.

“Cum for me, girl,” he growls. My walls are squeezing down on his dick, spasming, milking him for everything he has.

It’s like he has me under a spell and can make me cum with just the sound of his voice, his urging. Not to mention his perfect dick touching me in places I’ve never felt before, the primal movement of his hips, and the way he’s handling my body like he knows just how to teeter that line between fucking me and fucking destroying me.

“That’s it, girl, let it all out. Show me how you cum.” I happily oblige, squirming underneath him, moaning in his ear as I grab for his ass, holding onto him, wedging him as deep inside me as he will go.

“I love the way you scream for me,” he moans, kissing my neck.

I’m glad, because I don’t think I’m going to stop anytime soon.

“You’re gonna make me cum, Sloan,” he says, his face contorting, and I feel his dick throbbing inside me. “I’m gonna fill your pussy.”

The walls of this camp couldn’t contain our moans as his cock erupts inside me. I take everything he has to offer, contracting around him with some sort of animalistic need to be full of his hot load. He roughly mashes his lips to mine, forcing his tongue deep into my mouth as he offers me his final thrusts.

His kisses soften into something so much lighter, raging lust melting into playful joy. I’m back on the ground, no longer a windup fuck doll, but a grown woman who just discovered what it feels like to be with someone who can fully appreciate their body.

He rolls over with a thud, his hand resting on my thigh, a smile wrapped across his face as he tries to catch his breath.

“Sorry,” he says. “I’m out of practice.”

“Holy shit, Gavin,” I laugh. “I don’t think I could handle you in prime shape. You’d probably kill me.”

“I don’t think so.” He drags his fingers up my stomach and I jump, my body still trembling. “You’re pretty wild, you know. So fucking sexy.”

He grabs my hand and brings it to his lips, kissing my fingers as we lie there for a minute, collecting our thoughts and snapping back to reality.

“Hey, Gavin,” I giggle, running my hand down the hair on his chest. “What are the odds that lasagna is done baking? I seriously am starving.”

We just had the kind of sex that makes you want to climb out a winder afterwards, never to have to look that person in the eye again, and I’m trying to stick around for dinner.

He laughs as he kisses me on the forehead, his hair damp with sweat, and I watch every ink-lined muscle on his glorious back, his thick hard ass, walk across the room into the kitchen. Everything about this man turns me inside out.

The worst part is, I feel like if this was in fact a one-night stand, I’d be devastated.

Every second I feel closer to him.

The way he makes me feel, the way he looks at me, the way he puts me on a pedestal and wants to care for me, it’s every girl’s dream.

But I’ve lived that dream once before, and in the end, it was a nightmare.

“Just when I thought you couldn’t get any sexier,” I say, smiling. He’s standing there in nothing but a pair of oven mitts, lasagna in tow. “Eunice is already going to be mortified by these sheets, though. I don’t think spaghetti sauce is going to help our cause any.”