The stranger in the bathroom.

NADIA'S POV.

“Come,” I ordered, stepping into the dim toilet stall at the back of the bar, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest. The man followed close, his eyes locked on me with that hungry, dangerous look that made my skin tingle.

He was tall — way too tall— but I didn't mind. This wasn't some sweet date, it was raw, forbidden heat pulling us together in the shadows.

And I just met the man today.

He slammed the door shut, the lock clicking like a promise of no escape.

His hands grabbed my waist hard, yanking me against his body. Our lips came together in a fierce kiss, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth, tasting like whiskey and sin.

I kissed back just as wild, biting his lower lip, drawing a low growl from him. “You drive me fucking crazy,” he muttered against my mouth, his breath hot and ragged.

My hands fisted his shirt, pulling him closer as our tongues battled.

He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down my neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks.

“Ahhh,” I moaned softly, my head falling back against the cold tile wall. His teeth grazed my collarbone, then he shoved my top up, exposing my breasts. He latched onto one nipple, sucking deep while pinching the other.

“Mmm, yes, bite it,” I gasped, pain mixing with pleasure in that dark way that hooked me. He did, teeth sinking in just right, making me whimper loud.

His hands roamed lower, hiking up my skirt, his fingers digging into my thighs. He kissed down my stomach, dropping to his knees on the dirty floor without a care. “Spread your legs, Nadia,” he ordered, voice rough like gravel.

I spread them, my fingers in his hair. He ripped them aside, his mouth diving straight for my pussy.

He circled his tongue all over my pussy. “Oh fuck, ahhhh!” I cried out, my hands tangling in his hair, pulling him in.

He ate me like a starving man, tongue thrusting inside my hole, then swirling my swollen nub. “Your pussy tastes so damn good,” he growled, the words vibrating against me.

I bucked my hips, grinding on his face. “Lick it harder, don't stop!” I moaned, voice echoing off the walls.

“Mmm, ahhh, yes!” Juices coated his chin as he sucked my clit, his fingers sliding in to fuck me deep. My legs shook in pleasure. It took everything in me to not collapse to the floor.

“Do you need my cock inside this deep little hole?” He asked, curling his fingers to hit that spot.

“Ahhhh! Yes, fuck me,” I screamed, my body convulsing, my pussy clenching around him as waves crashed over me.

He finally pulled out his fingers, slowly dragging his tongue to my mouth. He made me suck all his fingers in my pussy, till they were sparkling with my saliva.

Then he unzipped his pants, his thick cock springing free. “Suck it,” he said, grabbing my hair and guiding me down.

I knelt quickly, my mouth watering for him. I wrapped my lips around the head, sucking slowly, my tongue flicking the slit. “Fuck, yeah, take it deep,” he groaned, thrusting forward.

I hollowed my cheeks, bobbing fast, gagging as he hit the back of my throat.

Saliva dripped down my chin as I slurped his shaft, hand stroking the base. “Your mouth is made for cock,” he rasped, fucking my face steady.

I moaned around him, the sound muffled, vibrations making him curse. “Mmm, ahhh,” I hummed, loving the control he took. His balls slapped my chin with each push.

He pulled out suddenly, strings of spit connecting us. “Enough. I need to fuck that tight pussy now.”

He spun me around, bending me over the sink. My hands gripped the edge, ass out as he kicked my legs wider. “Look at you, begging for it in this shithole,” he said darkly, and slapping my ass hard.

The sting made me yelp, then moan. “Yes, spank me more.”

He did it again, skin burning, before lining his cock up with my dripping entrance. He slammed in with one brutal thrust. “Ohhh god, ahhhh!” I screamed.

His cock filled me completely. He grabbed my hips, pounding hard from behind. Each bang shook my body, my tits bouncing wild. “Take my dick, Nadia. You're mine tonight,” he growled, one hand wrapping around my throat from behind, squeezing just enough to make my pulse race. “Fuck, yes! Bang me harder!” I begged, pushing back to meet his slams.

The mirror fogged with our breaths, his eyes meeting mine in the reflection—dark, possessive.

Slaps of skin on skin filled the air, his balls smacked my clit with every deep plunge. “Your pussy's gripping me so tight, like it never wants to let go.”

I moaned loudly, “Ahhhh, it feels so good! Don't pull out!”

He reached out, his fingers rubbing my clit roughly. “Cum on my cock, scream for me.”

The pressure built fast. “Oh fuck, I'm cumming again! Ahhhh!” My walls fluttered, milking him as I shook.

He didn't stop, thrusting through it, grunting with effort. “Good girl. Now ride me.” He pulled out, sat on the toilet seat, cock standing proud.

I straddled him quickly, sinking down onto his length with a sigh. “Mmm, yes, so deep,” I whispered, starting to bounce. His hands gripped my ass, guiding me up and down.

We kissed, tongues tangling as I rode his hot thick veined cock, grinding my hips to feel every inch.

“Fuck, ride that dick like you own it,” he said, thrusting up to meet me. My moans turned to cries. “Ahhh, harder! Your cock is wrecking me!” My nails dug into his shoulders, my body ached in pleasure.

He sucked my neck, marking me more, owning every inch. I sped up, slamming down, my clit grinding his base.

“Shit, you're gonna make me cum,” he warned, voice strained.

“Fill me up, cum inside!” I demanded, clenching around him. He bucked wild, groaning deep as hot spurts shot into my pussy. “Ahhhh, yes!” I followed, orgasm ripping through me, body trembling on his lap.

We panted, locked together, his arms crushing me close in a hold that felt like chains.

But the fire wasn't out. He lifted me, turning to press me against the wall, legs around his waist. “One more, standing up,” he murmured, sliding back in easily with our mixed cum as lube. He fucked me slow at first, then building to hard bangs, holding me like I weighed nothing. “You feel that? I'm claiming this pussy.” He kissed my lips, neck, shoulders—possessive bites mixed in.

“Mmm, ahhh, bang me till I break,” I moaned, head rolling. His pace turned savage, hips snapping as his cock hit deep. The wall scraped my back, adding to the raw edge. “Dirty girl, taking it anywhere,” he panted.

I laughed — mixed with moans.

“Cum with me, Nadia.”

“Yes, oh god, ahhhh!” We shattered together, his seed spilling more as I clenched, cries echoing.

He lowered me gently after, his eyes still filled with desire.

He took a step back, picked up his things and left without a word. Leaving me there, soaked in cum, and what I assumed — for my own mental health— was water.

Some people might assume that I was nothing but a slut who fucks strangers in the filthy bathroom of the town's club. But I wasn't — at least a month ago.

My ex husband made me like this. And if anyone should have a problem with my recent attitude…. Ask him why he left me.