Our gazes lock in the bathroom mirror as he slides his left hand up my belly and between my breasts before gripping my right shoulder. His free hand hikes the skirt of my dress above my waist, and as it trails down the curve of my ass, I spread my legs to give him the access I so desperately need. God, it’s been so long.

Using his hip, he pins me against the vanity and slides first one, then two fingers deep into my dripping pussy. I can’t believe how turned on I am by the whole scene. I actually thought I would chicken out before we’d even made it out of the hotel bar.

His fingers drive in and out, relentless and unyielding, as they work over my G-spot. And just when I’m ready to explode, his fingers disappear. One moment I’m on the brink of a perfectly spectacular orgasm, the next—nothing. Everything stops, and he’s gone.

My eyes fly open—when had I closed them?

I watch him in the mirror as he pulls a condom from his wallet. His trousers are undone and open. His cock is free and pulsing rhythmically. My pussy clenches, and I can feel my juices trickling down my inner thigh as he rolls on the condom.

Standing behind me, he places the tip of his cock at my entrance.

I must be completely nuts, letting a complete stranger fuck me at my father’s wedding. But here I am, and my heart thumps hard against my chest from excitement and a little fear.

Then he grabs my hips and drives in so deep nothing else matters. I gasp and suck in my bottom lip as he fills me.

His hands slide up my body, firmly cupping my breasts and pinching my nipples hard as he fucks me in long, ruthless thrusts.

Pressing his chest against my back, he growls in my ear. “If you’re a good girl, I might let you come.”

Holy shit, his commanding silence earlier had been sexy, but that growl of his makes my knees weak.

He lets go of my breasts and grabs my hair as he pulls out of me. What the fuck? That’s twice he’d frustrated me and I’m not sure if I love it or hate it.

“Good girls do as they’re told. Are you a good girl?”

Not really, but I can fake it. “Yes.”

“On your knees.”

He guides me to the cold tile floor, his grip tightening on my hair as he traces my lips with his condom-clad cock. “Open.”

I do. But only because I want to. I want to feel the power that goes with having a man’s vulnerability between my teeth. That his pleasure or pain was ultimately mine to give. I suck on the head, my juices mercifully masking the taste of latex. God, I hate blowing a sheathed cock. It’s like sucking a balloon covered lollipop.

If it were bare, I’d make a meal of it. I’d lick his cock from root to tip, over and over, then swirl my tongue around the crown, teasing him until he begs me to suck. But it’s not, so I’m determined to get this over with as quickly as possible, so we can get back to the main event. And my orgasm.

I bob my head up and down, careful not to go too far. I can deep throat with the best of them, but I can’t stand the feeling of the tip of the condom at the back of my throat.

Then his grip tightens and he tangles his other hand in my hair. “Take it all,” he demands.

Jesus, that just got me wet as fuck.

Holding me still, he slides his cock in deep and I relax my throat. He pulls back and plunges hard. I gag and try to pull back, but he keeps going in long, deep thrusts.

“Mmmm, so good.”

I struggle to catch my breath and consider tapping out. Except we haven’t set any signal.

I try not to panic. What the hell was I thinking? Am I that poor a judge of character? I can’t wait until I’m desperate to see if he will stop, so I smack his thigh firmly three times. Mercifully, he pulls out.

“What’s wrong?”

“I need to breathe occasionally.”

“I was paying attention.” Perhaps he was, but it wasn’t obvious to me. “Shall we continue?”

I nod and open my mouth. The condom tastes like condom at this point, and my heart really isn’t in it, but the sex up until now has been pretty damn good, so I’m willing put up with it.

He slowly pushes all the way in, an out. “Open wide and hold out your tongue.”

As soon as I do as I’m told, he glides down my throat and holds still. I could do with some breath, but this time I decide to trust him.

He pulls back and gives me a couple of breaths before he goes down again, a little longer this time. “You’ve been so good. Last one,” he says. His cock swells slightly as he slides back down. As soon as he bottoms out, he withdraws fast, then thrusts hard, groaning while his cock pulses in my throat.

I suck in big breaths when he finally pulls out, but I’m wet as fuck. It was scary, but maybe that had something to do with it.

“Fuck. I can’t do this. I’m sorry. Really sorry, but I’ve got to go.”

He rips off the condom and throws it in the trash before tucking his softening cock back in his trousers and walking out the door.

I stare at him as he leaves, too stunned and angry to speak. The selfish piece of shit. Gets his rocks off and leaves me without my happy ending. If he’s only good for one, the least he could have done was let me come at least one of the two times he’d brought me close.

As soon as the bastard is out the door, I scramble to re-lock it behind him. I lean against the cool wood and slide to the floor.

Insecurity and self-doubt starts seeping in. What was it about me that sent him scurrying away?

I push the negative thoughts aside and try to convince myself it’s not me, it’s him while I set about putting my clothes right and tidying up my hair. I didn’t wear make-up, so at least I don’t have to worry about dealing with smudged lipstick or mascara drool.

I stare at my reflection and wonder just how insane I am. The only part of that encounter that wasn’t entirely foolhardy was the condom.