Hard day’s hard fuck

”Hard day?” she asks. I close the door behind me, drop my car keys to the table and close the distance between us with just a few hasty steps. She looks beautiful in her sweat shirt and yoga pants. No makeup, just a messy pony tail and she has some paint on her face. She’s been painting all day. She feels warm and soft and smells divine. I don’t have to tell her that I want her badly, she already knows.

“Not as hard as you are going to be fucked right now.”

“OK,” she laughs and her eyes darken visibly. That is all I need. I pick her up from the floor and carry her toward the bedroom. Suddenly I change my mind. I carry her fantastic ass to the kitchen table and I push her roughly on her back. I practically rip her pants off her beautiful ass while I lift her body by her leg. She giggles and watches me like a hawk as I throw her panties to the floor.

“Open your legs for me,” I growl. She obeys and her fingers curl over the edge of the table as she embraces herself. She is slightly panting already and biting her lip. I know I have fucking died and gone to heaven when I take a good, slow look at her pussy.  I lick my bottom lip and our eyes meet briefly as I grin at her. We both know I am going to lick her pussy until she is squirming against the table and screaming my name.

I know I can’t fuck her until she is wet and ready for me. That is all I can think of right now. How I am going to bury my cock inside her throbbing pussy, up to my balls.  Then I am going fuck her like there is no tomorrow. My cock twitches. I sit on the chair and spread my own legs. I am already so hard it makes me dizzy.

Lisa cries out softly when I take a good hold of her thighs and pull her ass to the very edge of the table. I smell her arousal already. Her clit is pulsing with blood, waiting for my tongue when I carefully open her soft flesh with my fingers. I press my mouth against her. I rub my tongue gently against her. She gasps and jumps. I press her hips down against the table with my arms as I spread her wide open and sink my tongue right into her pussy. I can feel the blood rushing south, making her hotter and hornier. My cock is so hard I have to shift my position. I decide to give all of my attention to her clit. I can’t wait. I suck her, lick her, and twist my evil tongue around the ever hardening nub so fast it makes Lisa cry out loud. She moans and tries to pull her hips away. I grab her harder; suck her in a rhythm that makes her crazy. I feel her heartbeat pulsing underneath my tongue as I force her orgasm for me.

“Fuck, Jake, fuck, fuck, fuck…!” She is screaming the house down. I don’t care. “FUCK YES!” she cries out and begins to tremble. My cock twitches so hard I wonder if it is going to open the zipper all by himself. I know my cock knows some cool tricks but that one has never happened before. I lick around the clit, very gently as I wait for Lisa to come down from her climax. She pants and moans. She is slick with sweat and her pussy is gleaming with moisture. I palm my cock through the fabric and smile at Lisa. Her gaze is soft after the intense pleasure. She loves the way I force her to come fast and hard. It makes her blood pump, she says. It is nice to be pleasured, when all you have to do in return is to just let go and enjoy.

I know the feeling. I imagine her soft lips against my cock and I have to open my zipper. I stand up and pull my pants down.

“I am still very tight,” Lisa says quietly, her eyes wide as she looks at my fully hard, one eyed monster that is just about to go for a joyride between her legs.

“I am counting on it, love,” I tell her and press the head of my cock against her opening. Jesus Christ, she is wet and warm. I slide myself in with a moan. Lisa holds her breath.

“Deeper,” she tells me.

“Wait for it,” I warn her. “Good for you to say.” I am just about to blow my load deep inside her heaven. I need to gather myself while I fuck her softly with the thick head. My whole body is tense with pleasure.  It takes all my willpower to stop there, but it feels so fucking good to tease her tight opening like this. Her pussy is still throbbing and I know she will fit me like a glove when I am finally in there.

Lisa begs me to go deeper with soft moans. She grabs her own thighs and pulls them up against her body. We both listen to the slick sounds of her pussy as I rock my head in and out.

I can’t take it anymore.

The muscles in my buttocks tighten as I finally slide myself all the way in.

“Fuck!” I hiss. Her soft walls convulse around me. I lean forward over Lisa. I press one quick kiss on her lips and take a good hold of the table. In just a few seconds I fuck her hard and fill her pussy with my cock, over and over again. Lisa is crying out loud with every thrust. I can’t see her breasts but I can see their shape underneath her clothes as they move up and down. The nipples are visible even through the thick fabric. I wish I could suck them. No time for that. She is already whining so hard I know she is about to come.

“Fuck me harder,” she pants. Her face twists with pleasure. Her head falls over the edge, and then she follows. Her legs shake in the air and she cries out a long cry. I see her toes curl beside my head.

“Good girl,” I praise her, groaning with bliss because her pussy is milking me so perfectly I fear my knees give up. I am still hard as fuck. I slide in and out, in and out. When Lisa goes limp and her legs snake around my hips I pull my cock out and finally take her to my arms and carry her to the bedroom. I lay her down to bed and tell her to get on her knees. She looks flustered and well fucked but I am not done yet. Neither is she. I can see it from the look she gives me when she looks over her shoulder and pushes her naked ass up for me.

“Come on, big boy,” she purrs and I am already on my knees behind her, slamming my cock inside of her, making her yelp and grab the sheets. I ride her from behind, enjoying every moan I get out of her as I fuck her. I am delirious with lust and just let go. Lisa is moaning with pleasure and I feel her pussy beginning to tighten once more. She buries her face against the mattress and bites the sheets. I take her ponytail to my fist.

“Are you going to come for me, Lisa?” I know she is.

“Fuck yes!” is her muffled cry and this time she comes so hard my cock is getting the massage of its life. I pant as I rock into her, sweat dripping down my forehead. My thighs tighten, my hips lose the perfect, steady rhythm of frantic fuck and I follow her, falling finally over the edge and into the deep oblivion. I crash over Lisa’s wildly trembling body as she keeps on moaning against the sheets. Her overflowing pussy keeps on milking me and I am going nowhere. I still have my shoes on and my trousers are in my ankles.

Oh well. These things happen.

Good, hard and fast fucks happen.

 

 

 

Random Acts 2.0

Random Acts: Bedtime Stories for Adults has been edited once more to save the lives of all the grammar police out there. Thanks to Grammarly the most ridiculous grammar errors have been removed. When I get carried away with the story the grammar (or vocabulary) is not necessarily the first thing on my mind. That is my way to get things done.

You can enjoy Random Acts: Bedtime Stories for Adults (2.0) as a Kindle version (on sale – for good!) and as a paperback.

The next update of this book, when I have time for it, will include one bonus story. It is a promise!

All the old chapters, more or less drafts, will be removed from this blog. Thank you for reading!

Have a happy summer (or winter) wherever you are located!

Keep reading. Words are magical creatures and they can make you fly.

 

This is how it begins and this is what you can read if you preview the book on Amazon:

Random Act of Sex

Like always, the club was filled with people who were out to party like there was no tomorrow. In a way, there was no tomorrow. There was no yesterday either. Even this day was over and done with. All there was left was this shady, noisy and hot nightclub, filled with sweaty bodies rocking and swaying to the loud, monotonous bass rhythm. This was the one and only way I wanted to face big crowds, to face the music, so to speak. It was time for me to join the mass, to offer my body to the gods of dancing, in this almost religious ceremony of sound and movement.

I came here regularly to dance the night away. It was the best way to relieve stress. I lost the contact to my friend Krista soon enough. She went outside to smoke her first cigarette. Ever since it was not allowed to smoke in bars and restaurants, I saw her less while we went clubbing. She was outside on the street, smoking her lungs out and flirting with strangers, and I was inside the club, dancing my ass off. We were looking for different thrills in the night. It was more than ok with me. Krista was a big girl and she could take care of herself. So could I.

I enjoyed myself on the dance floor for a couple of songs, warming up my body. I felt like I needed a drink of water in order to survive the night without passing out from dehydration. I watched people having fun while I leant against the bar counter and waited patiently for the bartender to get my cold drink. It looked like half of the party animals hardly remembered tomorrow what had happened tonight, but they did not give a fuck. I sincerely had no intention to be part of their night after regrets. My one and only plan was, sure enough, to lose control, but only by soothing my aching nerves and muscles by dancing. I was going to shake my booty until I was ready to collapse and get back home to bed.

Alone.

My boss had been an asshole – naturally born asshole that he is – all day. He had nagged at me about everything, even though I worked for 12 hours a day most of the working days and did my very best to please him. I was stupid enough to be loyal to the company, yet he still treated me like I was an idiot. There was no rational reason for it. It pissed me off, so I had some extra steam to let out of my system. Everybody else at work seemed to appreciate my hard work and efforts. I wanted to be proud of my work and I was, but today I had been told that I am slow and lazy one too many times.

My body felt tense like a string of a violin. I felt sick of everything that was happening in my life. I felt murderous. I wanted to kill someone. Just thinking about work made me puke. I felt how my fingers grabbed the glass of water, much harder than it was necessary when the bartender handed it over. I drank the cool drink down hastily, not caring a bit if some of the cooling water dripped down my jaw. I wiped my mouth and chewed an ice-cube. I let the ice melt in my mouth and kept on watching people.

Many of the dancers were self-conscious, especially younger women. They were checking their outlook from the mirrors repeatedly. They needed to make sure their hair, lips or mascara was in perfect order, while they humped air sexily. Fuck that, I thought. You cannot dance if you think about your hair all the time… But these girls shook their booties carefully like they did not want to make a mess or they did not want to sweat. Maybe they were in search of cute, adorable boyfriend, or looking for their very own Prince Charming, who would swipe them off their feet and they would live their lives together, happily ever after. Looking cute and making even cuter babies. Oh, how I hated cute tonight. I was raw inside and felt like screaming.

I was certainly not looking for any company. I had a mental wall around me. I was giving an angry finger to everybody; the cute, the bad and the ugly. Dancing was never meant to be cute; it was all about moving your body, about rhythm and joy. It was like sex. If you did not make a mess of it, or end up sweating, wet with different bodily fluids, you did not do it right. You did not let yourself go completely, allowing your soul soar free in ecstasy.

I always danced like nobody was watching, and it showed. I got men buzzing around me regularly on the dance floor, trying to get my attention. They were drawn to my body when I was moving because I let my body guide me. I never checked my make up from the mirror; I never wiped sweat from my face. I just let go. Maybe in their eyes, it looked like I was having sex… I danced with my eyes closed, most of the time, so the drunks who were circling around me left me alone eventually. Without eye contact they were clueless and they left me in peace.

I got what I wanted. I got to dance for myself.

Tonight I was more eager than ever to dance until I drop until my feet were killing me, until every muscle of my body was warm and relaxed and screaming for rest. Then I would walk back home, through the empty, cobbled streets. I would probably fall asleep and sleep until it was Saturday afternoon. I was ready to commit a dance suicide and kill my body and mind with sweet exhaustion.

Fuck the work. Fuck my boss.

I was ready to leave it all behind, at least for the night. And then the fate kicks in: DJ plays my all-time favourite: Here Comes the Hot Stepper. The song was one of the good old goodies and I returned quickly to the dance floor, with another ice-cube melting in my mouth. I lost myself to the song immediately, forgetting about the cute girls or the horny boys. I closed my eyes and just danced. I quit thinking, allowing my hips, knees and hands find the rhythm naturally. It was a perfect symphony of sweat and movement. I forgot where I was. During that one sweet song, I let go all of the emotional tension in my body.

When I felt the need to drink water again, I returned to the bar. I glanced around and with no sign of my friend, I returned happily to the dance floor. My black jeans got stuck to my sweaty legs. I felt my shirt stick to my skin. I wore black for a reason. I had dark hair, dark clothes, and darker mood. I was like a dancing wallflower. I was kind of counting on it.

There was a pause before the next song and I opened my eyes, eager to get a new beat to shake my body to. I was surprised to hear that my favourite song by Ini Kamoze began to fill the air again. They never played the same song twice. But I shrugged my shoulders and began to move, thrilled with the rhythm that was teasing every cell of my being. I was getting a tired but did not miss a beat.

Suddenly I felt somebody close to my head and heard him say to my ear: “I asked the DJ to play it again for you.”

I had to open my eyes and turn around to see who was talking to me. A dark and handsome stranger was standing behind me, almost towering over me and watching me keenly with his seemingly black eyes and wearing a sexy smile on his lips. What was that all about? He was not a horny teenager, I noticed. Well, maybe horny, but definitely not a teenager.

His close to midnight shadow made his face dark and ominous and his immaculate three-piece suit and stunningly white shirt made it clear that whatever he wished the DJ to play, the DJ would play it without asking any questions. The man had probably paid the poor dude to play the song once again.

I didn’t mind.

I loved the song, so I just said ‘thanks’ and kept on dancing, closing my eyes once again. I moved consciously away from him, hoping he would be gone when I opened my eyes for the next time. I wanted him to fuck off. I did not need his sexy smirk. But to my annoyance, I could smell his cologne as I kept on dancing. He was probably still standing there, casually, with his hands in his pockets. He did not worry about the looks he got for not dancing on the dance floor; he was just watching me.

It’s a free country, I thought. I was in the ecstasy of my own and did not let anyone disturb me. He must have known I was here to dance for myself – not for him. He was not stupid or drunk. His eyes were sharp and intelligent if you took the effort and looked beyond the dark, sexy gaze and the boyish twinkle in his eyes. He looked like a man who made women swoon in front of him, just by looking at them, so I did not take any chances. I avoided his eyes like he was carrying a disease in them.

The song ended way too soon for my liking and I opened my eyes carefully, behind my hair. He was still there, watching me. Waiting. He tilted his head to the side, like trying to figure me out. I ignored him coldly and turned my back on him, but then the lights went really dark and the first slow song of the night began to play. It was usually my cue to get the hell out the dance floor – and fast.

When I took a step to walk away I felt a strong hand grab me by the arm and the handsome stranger turned me around and pulled me against his body. His long fingers held my arm and another hand landed firmly on my lower back. He moved his hand slowly down my arm and when he found my palm, he laced his fingers with mine. Just like that. I could feel his big, warm hand holding me gently and goosebumps ran all over my damp skin.

“Can I have this dance?”

The question was absolutely ridiculous; it was obvious he was not giving me any choice in the matter. His voice was deep and masculine and it sent shivers along my spine. His whole demeanour told me that he saw only me and not the cute girls around us. WTF? Illegally handsome man, with a bedroom voice, demanding me to dance with him?

My body became a traitor at this point. I failed with my attempt to flee from him miserably when he pulled me against his chest. His hold was tight but gentle. He was not trying his luck. He was adamant about dancing with me and did not ask for permission. Truth to be told, he seemed like a man who was used to getting what he wanted and now he wanted a dance from me.

Fine.

I was sweaty and did not like to be touched right now, but he smelled delicious. I thought that it does not kill me to dance one dance with a hot guy in a magnificent, probably quite expensive suit. I inhaled his scent, allowing my knees to get weak when his cologne filled my nostrils. I relaxed and let the man lead me into a slow, sensual dance in the darkness. He did not speak much, he just held me close to his chest. I felt his heart beating steadily. My sweat began to dry and I winced when I noticed that my cheek had left a damp spot on his jacket.

”I’m so sorry…“

I felt embarrassed. Something that is unusual for me. I began pulling myself away from him, feeling uncomfortable because he was close to perfect and I… Well, I felt suddenly dirty and exhausted. But he just tightened his grip on my back and pulled me against him, swaying softly, moving me with his body.

“Hush… Let’s just dance, beautiful.”

We ended up having a full frontal contact with each other. My eyes widened when I felt his erection through the fabric of his pants. He was hard as a rock. He also felt… huge. Did I make him this hard? Shit… I felt almost proud of myself. Then I felt embarrassed, unable to decide if it was a good thing or a bad thing. Damn, he knew exactly what he was doing by pulling me deeper into his embrace. He wanted me to feel him. He smirked at my expression.

“I knew you were trouble when I saw you, and now, as you can see, you are trouble.” He chuckled. “I am hard as fuck for you, beautiful,” he whispered close to my ear. “I ache for your gorgeous body and I hope you agree with my intentions to dance with you in a different kind of position.”

I gasped at that point. I felt like I needed to leave, but he was still holding me. He kept on dancing and my body followed, like a slave to his moves. His hand was pressing the small of my back and another was slightly under my shirt, where my skin was exposed. He was caressing me with his fingertips. He really had a nerve, I thought, but I was under his spell, wondering what they put to that cologne of his.

The man was the definition of an arrogant asshole in my book. Still, to my own horror, I felt turned on by his bold act. His body was perfectly lean and muscular. I appreciated the fact that he did not look like a grilled chicken when he was naked… He was in a good shape, but his muscles and physical power were hidden under his skin, just like it was with ballet dancers. They were strong and powerful, yet they did not have the visible muscles bulging everywhere, looking like they were trying to rip the skin from the inside out.

So busted.

I was already picturing the man in my arms naked. Too late to pretend that I didn’t… He was a handsome bastard. I was not blind. He was a gorgeous specimen and felt very good against my body. I was a woman. He obviously wanted me – for some reason. And every little fact that ran through my head ended up turning me on. I felt wanted in his arms and under his scrutinising gaze. It was flattering… until I felt cheap. Then I blushed. I was still wondering how good he would look naked. The mental image was difficult to shake.

“Don’t say a word. I don’t want you to talk… You can simply use a safe word with me, which is ‘Gate’. You say it, I stop whatever I am doing and I leave. Is that understood? Nod, if you agree with me.” His voice was caressing my skin as he gave his strange instructions to me. I was speechless. Well, technically not even allowed to speak, so, what the fuck, I nodded at him.

What was his game anyway? I was unable to rip myself away from him when another slow song made us move as one. I could feel the warmth of his skin through all the layers of clothing between us. He was tall and my face was on the level of his chest. I inhaled his scent, feeling how it affected my body. My brain was getting soft. Soft brains, hard cocks… Very explosive combinations.

My mouth was dry and I felt thirsty. I needed something to drink. Maybe I should tell him that and maybe it would stop this weird game he was playing with me now. But he seemed to sense my weariness, because soon I felt there was a wall behind my back and he was leaning against me, pushing me against it. Obviously, we were done with the dancing part.

“I am going to kiss you.”

Then the bastard just went for my mouth. His lips grazed my lips softly. His stubble tickled my skin as he tilted his head a little more and licked my lips open. I melted under his oral intrusion. Soon my mouth was his to take. I offered it to him willingly and to my defence, I have to say he never asked for any permission to enter my body. I just let him.

My tongue was like a welcome mat for him and he wiped his tongue gently against it like he was asking for permission now when it was all too late. He began to play with his tongue wickedly, moving back and forth. He fucked my mouth, passionately and deliciously, while humping my body gently with his hips moving to the music. His obvious erection massaged my belly, reminding me of the fact that he was still hard. Very much so.

A small whimper escaped me, straight into his mouth. He was cocky enough to smile against me. He was way too good kisser and I let him do whatever he wanted to do with my mouth. My body was turning into jelly. My tension had left the building all of a sudden. I was relaxed, but getting hornier with every thrust of his tongue. The dark and handsome stranger, who was ruthlessly kissing me against the wall, was weird, but it was all forgiven.

What was I to do anyway?

He smelled and tasted good and he was sexy as hell – he was manhandling me like it was the most natural thing in the world. Nobody had ever fucked my mouth like that. I did not know it was possible to do all the things he did with his tongue. He did not claim me – he lured me to open for him completely and accept him into me. He practically made me suck him inside me.

I was left completely breathless and he was hard as a rock between our bodies, reminding me about his spoken intentions. He was slowly driving me crazy. I almost began to wish that he would take me and fuck me right there so that I could finally get back home and sleep a good night’s sleep. Completely fucked, spent and relaxed. Mission accomplished. No awkward meetings in the morning.

Was he really going to fuck me?

I wondered about it when he suddenly groaned and pulled away from me, combing his hair with his fingers and shifting his trousers. He was having a hard time… I grinned in the dark. Welcome to the club, mister. I felt with my tongue how warm and swollen my poor lips were after his eager kisses. He looked at my mouth like he was still hungry enough to have a taste of them. Once the disco beat began to pulse on the dance floor, he took my hand and began to pull me away. I was a good girl, so I followed him. At this point, I was actually curious to see what was about to happen next.

His clothes were so well done for him that they revealed his body for all eyes to see, hardly hiding his handsomeness. He was a sex god, one very fine specimen of a man and he smelled good, so I followed my nose. If I were a dog I would have rolled around in anything that smelled like him. Everything about him made me hot and bothered. I tried to tell myself that it was disgusting, but I suddenly wanted to get even dirtier with him.

I felt strangely free to do so because I didn’t know who he was. He was alpha male for sure. That much was clear. They were rare in these waters so I was kind of curious about him and considered him as a human experiment. What would he do next? Would I like it or hate it? Sure, let’s find out.

I was wondering what the man wanted from me as a woman. Why was I supposed to not talk? Did he think that I was so stupid that it was better that I did not talk at all? Probably not. I fucking hope not. I had been dancing alone in many nightclubs once or twice a week for a long time and nothing compared to this had happened.

Men usually noticed it was better to leave me alone and let me dance since I showed no interest in them. To those who were too arrogant to notice my subtle signs I told that I was gay. That usually did the trick and I was left alone. Somehow this man did not bother with the inquiries. He was here to take what he wanted.

I was feeling a bit different tonight and maybe it was the reason he was attracted to me. I was more frustrated than usually with my life and my work. I was just about ready to kill somebody. I needed something to bite. I was also hurt and maybe he smelled the blood in the water and went for a kill. Or for a fuck.

My mind was racing while I followed him.

Maybe I could use a good fuck. That would stop me from killing someone – or myself. Was I sure that I wanted completely random, good smelling, ridiculously sexy man – who was hotter than hot – to fuck me senseless tonight? Whatever the case, the tension was building between us while he pulled me behind him, guiding us through the crowd, holding my hand securely with his warm fingers, with no intention to let go of me. Not that I wanted him to. I think I was over that by now.

He turned towards a corridor I had not noticed before and led me to an empty accessible toilet. He locked the door behind us. He turned around to face me, pinning me with his dark eyes. The man moved his body closer to me, one slow step at a time, at the same time when I stepped back, uselessly trying to prolong the evident, looking into his piercing eyes. Soon my back hit the cold tile wall. His mouth curved into a whisper of a smile and then he crushed my lips with his once again.

The name of the game was a mutual dance alright, and we were obviously heading towards the climax of it. He put his hands on my hips and began to caress my skin underneath the clothes. I was shivering all over, from the cold tiles against my back and from his heated touch. His tongue claimed me again and again and I began to moan against his mouth, unable to stop myself. I wanted to suck his tongue like this forever. He tasted like tic tacs and his breath was hot against my skin when he was finally able to kiss my neck, giving us both a chance to get some air.

“God, you are beautiful. You took my breath away when you were dancing…” His tongue licks the beating pulse on my neck. “You made me painfully hard and I must have you. Please let me… I don’t usually beg but you drop me to my knees, lady.” He withdraws enough to look me in the eye. I stare back. Forbidden to talk. Waiting for him to make his move.

Then he is back against my mouth and mumbles his compliments against my lips. I murmured weakly, needing more, so much more. I wanted to tell him that he got me already at the dance floor. I wanted to tell him to just take me and take me good. That I could forget and… feel something. But I guess he was already on his way under my skin.

He lifted my shirt and yanked my bra under my breasts, beginning to feast on my breasts, sucking them with quick, hungry sucks that reverberated all over my body, especially between my legs. My clitoris was aching for his touch, beating to the rhythm of my heart.

If I had made him hard, he was doing a damn good job making me wet. How convenient for both of us… I pulled him up to my face from his hair and took a hold of his tongue with my lips and sucked him, wrapping my leg around his ass, so that I could push him closer to me. Inviting him all the way in.

Suddenly I needed him badly. Maybe even more than he needed me. I was officially losing it, and God, how good it felt. He took my wrists and pinned them deliciously against the wall with his hands, taking my ability to touch him away from me. I felt the wetness gathering between my legs. No talking, no touching. Only taking what he was offering me. I was burning with heat. He held my gaze with his eyes, looking at me like a wild animal, panting. He was definitely going to fuck me, and boy, I wanted him to. He vocalised his intentions.

“I am going to fuck you, lady.”

He pushed me harder against the wall with his body. “The only thing that will stop me, is the word I told you, you understand?” I nodded. “Good girl.” I was hoping I was good enough for him to take me. Soon. Hard. Fast. Wildly. No excuses. Just simple and satisfying act of sex. No bullshit about life and love, just a good fuck.

Yes… I bit my lip.

He grinned almost wickedly and kissed me.

Maybe he reads minds. Now that I knew what he was about to do I allow my body to respond to his lust and let go. We panted together by now, pressed against each other, his hands all over me, as I was holding to my dear life and wrapped my arms around his neck. He rested his forehead against mine as he was catching his breath. When he went back to sucking by breasts my knees began to buckle.

He was good.

I almost returned his compliment by telling him how good boy he was, but ended up holding my breath while he opened the button of my jeans and slid his hand down my belly, going straight to where I needed him. I inhaled sharply when he found me wet and slid deeper between my legs. His pupils grew darker when he caressed me.

“God, how sexy and wet you are for me… I can smell you and it drives me crazy.”

He groaned in his throat, crushing my lips with his mouth again, pushing his tongue into my mouth, trying to eat me alive. His finger and his tongue worked in synchronicity and the pleasure began to build in me as quickly as I accepted his sweet invasion.

Suddenly he unzipped my jeans, pushed another finger between my legs and in this way he finger fucked a fast, furious orgasm out of me with his two fingers, while his thumb gently worked on my swollen, slippery clit. I gasped and convulsed, bucking against his hand, whimpering and biting my lip to stop myself from shouting out loud. He smiled as he palmed me with his soaked, wet hand and allowed me to catch my breath against his chest.

“Your pussy is so hot it burns my fingers…” he whispered heatedly.

“I wonder if you can keep yourself from screaming when I put my cock inside you and fuck you against this very wall…” The words made my body squirm and his cock responded by twitching. I was wondering about the same thing. If this was getting better, I am not able to keep it quiet, for fuck’s sake.

“I really need to fuck you hard. I just wonder if you can take it, beautiful.” I could actually feel my eyes widening and my pupils dilated so fast I could feel the small muscles work in rapid movements. My ears were burning with the rush of blood in my veins and with every word he whispered to me.

Is it hot in here? Just wondering…

I kept quiet. He said I was not allowed to talk, but I was eating him with my eyes. I knew he could sense that I was just as much in heat as he was. He pushed his hips against mine, letting me feel his cock. He was brilliantly hard and it was quite a turn on, to know that he wanted me so much. I didn’t even know his name, but it was flattering to know that he wanted me. It felt more desired than ever before under his gaze, even though the way we played this game was far from normal socialising.

I did not give a rat’s ass and it surprised me a little.

I wondered why I had never had such a crazy, passionate sex in a toilet before.

“This,” he said, pushing his cock against my hips, “is all yours. I hope you like it.”

He pulled my jeans and panties down my legs and opened his own trousers. When his black boxers finally went down his legs I saw his hard, huge and heavy cock hovering in the air between us. He was absolutely stunning, with a few drops of pre-cum glistening on the tip of it. I tried to touch him but he pushed my hand away impatiently.

“No touching tonight, lady. I am doing you. This is all for you.”

Oh god…

He was fast with his moves and he had a condom over his cock in seconds. I licked my lips and looked into his eyes, swallowing hard. He was looking back, knowing exactly what he was doing to me. He was arrogant and selfish, but so was I at this moment. He made me arrogant with his boldness. I wanted him just as much as he wanted me. We were equal in every way.

“Time to fuck that tension off you, lady. Time for you to let go and surrender and submit to me.” I wrapped my arms around his back, let them slid underneath his shirt, feeling how his back muscles moved as he lifted me from the floor by grabbing my ass, pressing my body hard against the wall with his own, much bigger one. I gasped, filled with anticipation. Embraced myself for the impact.

Over his shoulder, I saw the mirror and his bare bottom as he tensed and flexed his muscles and slid deeper between my legs. His cock was thick and hard, but I was slippery as hot ice and he plunged inside me with one swift movement of his pelvis. I would have screamed out loud, but his lips hit mine, silencing me efficiently as he began to fuck me.

He felt so good inside me, filling me perfectly. I moaned repeatedly against his lips. I could not stop panting, moaning, whining as I took him inside me, accepted him, letting him give and take with his wildly rocking hips. When he was not kissing me my voice echoed from the walls. God, he knew what he was doing to me.

He lifted my legs higher with his arms, opening me wide in front of him so that he could take everything from me, hitting my clitoris with every precise thrust as he drove into my rippling flesh. I was about to scream… I bit my lip until it was bleeding. Worried for a second, not giving a shit the next.

He pressed his head against my neck, sucked my skin and fucked me harder, almost frantically. His moves were spectacular and perfect for both of us. His eyes were two dark pools of primal male lust. My eyes turned back to the mirror and when I saw our reflection there, what he was doing to me, I almost lost it. I began to moan louder. The sound of my wet pussy when his flesh and his balls hit me repeatedly seemed to follow the beat of the disco music behind the wall.

He was on a mission to fuck. He was persistent and relentless with his manly moves. He fucked the living daylights out of me. I convulsed and tensed. I came for him suddenly, hard, shouting against his shoulder, biting his jacket between my teeth as I was crushed against the wall by a toe-curling orgasm and a powerful body of a complete stranger.

The sweetest climax left me helplessly panting against his chest, while he plunged wildly inside me a few times, until he came inside me growling in his throat, his Adam’s apple moving up and down on his neck, his sexy stubble brushing my cheek as he pushed me against the wall for the last time, long and hard, keeping me pinned against the wall with his cock as he exploded inside me, jerking so hard I could feel him while my pussy milked him empty.

He stayed inside me for a while, holding so hard I could hardly breathe. My lungs were fighting for air; my pussy was convulsing with aftershocks. He was feeling me and shivering with his eyes closed, whispering just one word.

“Fuck.”

Exactly.

He moved his forehead against mine and rested against me, with his eyes still closed. Then he tilted his head and kissed me gently, licking my tongue with his own. A warm, soft kiss that felt like it took forever, but it was probably over in a minute. He slid out of me eventually, putting me gently down to sit on the toilet, asking me to stay still.

He disposed of the condom, throwing it in the trash after he wrapped it in a toilet paper. He put his trousers back on, moving leisurely and without a hurry. I watched how he took the bidet shower and washed me, making sure the water was comfortably warm.

He kept an eye contact all this time, like challenging me to turn my eyes away. I never could. I was spellbound by his boldness and gentleness. I was not afraid to look back at him if that was what he was looking for. He was testing me, I could tell. After he dried my skin, he helped me to put my jeans back on, and then he gently straightened my bra and shirt and told me simply:

“Time for you to go home.”

He walked me out of the toilet and held me close to his body. I was absolutely exhausted, feeling drowsy and dizzy with satisfaction. I felt thirsty and tired. I was sore between my legs, in a way that I could still feel him inside me. I was shivering when we stepped outside and he asked if I was cold.

I shook my head, wondering what he could ever do about it if I was. Turn back the weather? Maybe he was able to do that. Who knows. He did not seem real to me anymore. Maybe I was dreaming. When he managed to get a taxi, he opened the door for me, helped me gently inside and gave 100 euros to the driver and told him to take me home safely.

He kissed me quickly.

“Sweet dreams, beautiful.”

Then he was gone. I told the driver my address and leant back on my seat. As weird as it all had been, I was relaxed and all the stress of the week had completely left me. I could still feel him inside me, pounding my body inside and outside, against the body. I was shivering with the thought. I was dying to get back home to my bed and to drift away. I had no idea what just happened, but I felt good.

Licking, sucking, fucking (erotica flash fiction)

There’s a (good) thought. Fuck buddies. 

Naked, wet and beautiful man candy steps out from the bathroom. It is easy to see that the towel could fall down from the slim hips any second. I sit on the bed, still a bit sleepy, but my lioness eyes are fixed keenly on the man. I raise my eyebrows in question when I find the bump underneath the towel. I know what that is… I receive a sexy smirk as an answer. The man combs his hair back with his fingers as he walks lazily towards me. He has shaved, he smells clean and a scent of masculine soap fills my nostrils. My mouth begins to fill with saliva; my pussy fills with something else.

Nothing is as sexy as a clean man. I crave for the glistening water drops on his skin like I hadn’t had water in weeks. He walks to the bed, keeping his gaze on my lips that I lick to make them moist. When I am able to I grab his buttocks. I begin to lick his stomach and the wonderful v underneath it that points straight underneath the towel, like an arrow. I only need to push my palms slowly down his skin and the towel slides down and falls to the floor. Semi-hard dick pops up right in front of me. I press my fingers into his cheeks and the dick twitches. The man sighs and laughs a little laugh, but remains silent. He waits.

I hunt the droplets with my tongue. I move lower and the pubic hair begins to tickle my chin. I caress his thighs from the back, up and down. I raise my gaze and we look at each other. His pupils are deep dark pools of liquid and they look straight at me. He knows what’s coming. This is not the first time. We have been in a safe fuck buddy relationship for a long time. Life is easier and much more relaxed this way. We meet one to four times a week when our schedules let us – or simply said when we feel horny.

I lick my lips once more and open my mouth. Almost fully swollen dick is being pushed deep into my mouth, slowly, carefully and adjusting. I relax my tongue and let my saliva moisten the hot skin. I begin to suck him rhythmically while he rocks his hips slowly back and forth. My palms rest on his buttocks; his low growls show me how much he loves to be between my lips. I move my head eagerly, roll my mouth and tongue, play with the round, swollen head of his dick. I let the shaft slide between my moist lips in a steady movement. I wiggle my tongue in places that I know his likes. I am rewarded with deeper, pleasurable grunts and sighs and every single one of them make my pussy convulse. I can feel how I am getting wetter. His fingers find my hair and his hand adjusts with the movements of my head. He sighs more often, he is breathing faster. His stomach ripples in front of me, water drops are still falling down, but some of them have already evaporated from the hot skin. I take a moment to breathe and get ready to move on. I take him into my mouth eagerly, harder, at a faster pace. He begins to pant with my movements. I shift my other hand to his balls and fondle them while I suck his extremely swollen penis. It jerks inside my mouth and he grunts with pleasure above me. Fingers grab my hair and press my head a bit closer. I let him do so, but I make sure that I do not begin to choke. Choking is not sexy. At least not to me, it is. The dick is deep in my throat and slick with saliva. This man is not going to be able to last much longer.

I love it when I am able to drive him crazy with pleasure. The sighs and murmurs reveal the state of his carnal pleasure. I also know that when he loses it, he is not able to hold it back and he will push me to the bed on my back and force his hard, crazy with lust, dick right inside of me. He rarely wants to come into my mouth, not even when he knows that I love to blow him when he is squeaky clean after a shower. He wants to ride my pussy bareback and come inside me, blow his semen deep into my core. He loves to take me to the shower afterwards and wash me while his semen slowly drips out of my pussy. We have our own rituals that we like and what gives us pleasure. If we fuck a few times in a row we might sometimes cuddle or take a nap, but that’s it. Afterwards, we split up and live our separate lives.  We like the sex we have and other things in life are not something we need to discuss. It is liberating to talk about the sex and the things that give us pleasure – and just enjoy it.

When my tongue gets tired I keep on sucking him hard. When I include my both hands he is not able to hold back anymore. Suddenly he slips out of my mouth and pushes me gently down to the bed. He takes a hold of my hip and turns me around, on my stomach. I squeal out of happiness because I know that I will be fucked and fucked hard right now. He lifts my hips up from the mattress and holds me tight on my knees. I press my cheek against the bed and already feel the dick being pushed inside of me. Oh god, it feels so good! He begins to ride me wildly, in and out of me; his skin slaps against mine as his hard dick strokes my inner walls with its whole shaft.

I whine my pleasure, it feels good and I know it feels soon even better. Rhythmical, rough movements against my backside, deep inside of me, the sexy grunts of a man and my own pleasurable moaning do the trick for me. The pleasure is building fast, it is almost unbearable. I push my back lower and get the dick deeper into my rippling flesh from a perfect angle, sending out the spiking pleasure all over my body. He stops then massages his hips against mine, round and round. My eyes roll back in my head. It feels good, it is too good but I crave for more. I need my fucking climax.

Give me… give me… Ooh, I beg him to continue, I am right there, ahead of him and exactly where he wants me. But he stays still, snakes his hands around my body. The other hand fondles my breasts; fingers rub my nipples gently in round movements while the other hand finds my clit. It is wet with lust and he begins to rub it gently, humping it just like he was humping my pussy on a moment ago. My hips have a mind of their own and begin to fuck his hand. He laughs a soft laughter and begins to fuck me again.

He takes me hard, deep and fast and I cry out when his dick pumps into me and his finger rubs mercilessly my extremely slippery clitoris. I come like a train. In the ecstatic, rippling pressure of my inner walls, my dear lover comes inside me and comes with the same calibre than I did only a couple seconds before him. We pant out our pleasure; we are sweaty and hot pile against the mattress. He takes his time to slide out of me. We do not hurry with the shower, but finally, we walk to the bathroom and wash our pleasurably listless bodies together, saving water. The man washes my pussy with his fingers, enjoying the wetness of it and lets out all his semen. He kisses me at the same time, pushing his playful tongue between my lips where it meets mine. I wash his dick and his balls like I washed them for myself. And that is how it is. I know he will return to me.

When we are done he dresses up quickly, packs his small bag and gets ready to leave. He informs me over his shoulder, until next time. The door closes with a click.

 

Sweet tooth (erotic short story)

It’s a TV night. We binge watch our favourite Netflix series and eat junk food.

After we have emptied a bag of potato chips and a couple of cans of soda, we head back to the kitchen for more. I want something sweet for a change. My sweet tooth is aching. When I ask Raven if there is any ice cream in the freezer she turns around looking guilty and tells me that she probably ate it yesterday when I was out of town. She spent the night in my place, reading and having a bath in my bathroom and painting her toenails and doing other shit women do when they are alone and their man is out of town.

What? I ask, even when I hear her loud and clear. There is no ice cream?

Nope, she affirms and smiles apologetically. I forgot to buy a replacement.

I walk closer to her, towering over her and put my hands on her hips, my eyes on her lips.

Was it good when you ate it? Was it as sweet as this? I lean closer to her face to nibble her lips gently.

No… Her lips speak against my lips. I love it when she does that. It was much sweeter.

Really? I push my tongue deeper into her salty mouth, exploring the possibilities in my mind as I do. I could punish her for her naughty ice cream eating activities on the spot. It was my ice cream, after all. And the thought about spanking her in the middle of my kitchen seems like a good idea at the moment. A very good idea that makes my sweet dick ache.

What about this?  It is hard for me to believe that there is anything sweeter in the whole fucking world than your sweet ass. She squeals when I grab her half naked ass with my fingers. I pinch her flesh, hard. I slap it with my open palm.

Ouch! But she laughs out loud. I mold her ass cheeks with my hands and pull the fabric of her shorts so that I am able to reveal more skin. I slap her ass again. She squeals like a girl. I slap again, harder. I intend to make her skin pink. Raven grabs my wrists.

Are you going to… punish me? She flirts a little, looking coy, playing her role like a pro.

You are definitely going to be punished. Turn around and bend over the kitchen island.

She lets go of my hands and turns around. I can see that the pale skin of her ass has a soft pink shade where my hand touched her. I want more, though. She bends over the marble top, just like I told her to do.

Good girl. I bet her nipples are hard against the cold stone but so is my dick. I am growing harder in my jeans and it is pretty sweet feeling to know I am going to claim her sorry ass pussy in approximately one minute.  When I find the button of her shorts I open it and let the shorts slide to her ankles. I pull her panties down to her thighs and leave them there. I have already access and a perfect view. My need to have ice cream has vanished.  There is something much better in front of me.

I spank her naked ass with my palm and listen with great satisfaction how Raven reacts. She is going with the flow. She is getting hot and bothered. How sweet is that? I slap her skin once more and caress it to calm the stinging. My hand hurts a little. It is all good.

How sweet is that, Raven? Is that as sweet as the ice cream you stole?

Nope. It is bittersweet, she informs me like a wise ass. Librarians are good with words. I am lucky to have this one. I love it when she challenges me. I like smart women… I smile to myself as I get ready to put my fingers inside her. I am going to show her how sweet it actually can be when I fuck her from behind. I press her neck with my hand so that she has to press her pink cheek against the cool marble. All her cheeks are slightly pink, on her ass, on her face. Her blood is beginning to boil.

Me, I have managed to transfer all of my blood to my dick. It needs to get out; it has heard the rumour of a sweet revenge. I open my jeans and let the beast out before I slide two fingers inside Raven’s pussy. It is getting wet and I wiggle my fingers in her arousal.  Raven responds with a long moan. My dick twitches in delight.

How’s that? Is that sweet, my love?

Yes, sweetie… she tells me with a thick voice. She does not move, she is waiting for more and I know it is my dick she wants. Well, she is going to get it.

Sweetie? You have never called me sweetie before…  I tell her slowly when I push my fingers out of her pussy and lean my upper body over hers. I feed my fingers to her.

Lick them. How sweet is that? She is unable to answer because she is cleaning my fingers with her tongue. I roll my hips against her ass, giving her a feeling of what is to come.

That is what beautiful and sassy ice cream thieves get into their pussy in this house, I warn her with a low voice. Raven sucks my fingers and mumbles something around them. When my fingers are clean I straighten my body. I spread my legs and get ready to strike. I hold my dick with my hand while I guide it into Raven’s waiting pussy. She says simply “oh” and I leave my hand over her neck. I let my thumb caress her cheek while I fill her to the rim. I plunge into her core with a sigh. Once, twice. Holy fuck how good it feels to be here. I almost weep with pleasure as I dip my dick deeper.

Is that sweet for you? I ask as I rock into her divine pussy.

Yes! I push her lower back against the table to keep her still, desperately trying to keep her bouncing body still and fuck her with the whole length of my shaft. I can’t think of anything better.Fuck Netflix, fuck ice cream. This is what man needs. My skin slaps against her sore, pink ass, my balls slap against her ass and she pants in the very same rhythm as I fuck her. Her breathing is shallow, things are getting sweeter, I presume.

How sweet does it exactly feel to take my dick like this, Raven? Tell me.

Very… sweet… indeed, she articulates between her pants.

Let me hear your pleasure then, my ice cream thief!

I bury myself deeper. I rock on my toes so that I can reach her pussy better. I fuck her on the table, holding her as gently as I can but there is nothing gentle in the way I pound into her slippery flesh. Sweet, sweet flesh. Raven is crying out her pleasure.A wide smile spreads across her face. She is smiling like that when things are getting really, really good for her. It blows my fucking mind to see that smile on her beautiful face. I almost blow my load when I see her taking her pleasure seriously, with a bright satisfied smile on her face.

 She bites her lip and then the smile returns to her features, only wider this time.

Yes.. Almost there, she pants. Her eyes are closed tight. Her mouth twists with pleasure, then she begins to moan louder.

That’s… Her words fade away. Ooh! She cries out, unable to form her sassy words anymore. She smiles her sexy smile again, radiating joy of having sex. She is having way too much fun with her punishment, I think as I watch her body bouncing over the marble top. But so am I. I am seconds away from coming. Then I feel her pussy contracting aggressively around me. Oh, fucking hell, it feels too good and I hiss as I suck air through my teeth. I

That’s what?! I pant back. My dick slides effortlessly in and out of her pussy. Slick sounds of sex fill the air, my mind is numb with pleasure, but I want to hear it from her lips before I come.

That’s sweeter than any fucking ice cream in the whole world!  She cries out. Your dick… does some seriously sweet things to me… she shares with me while trembling in the middle of her climax. Her neck is sweaty underneath my hand.  I take a hold of her hair with my fingers and come inside her. It is the sweetest thing ever. To punish my woman with love, to play this hit-me-with-your-rhythm-stick play with her.

I bury myself deep into her core and stay there till the very last drop.

Gone with the bang (erotic short story)

The rising sun peeks through the curtains. I stretch my body sleepily and listen to my wife breathing and dreaming beside me. My hand finds my dick swollen and heavy underneath the blanket. I take it in my hand and it gets harder with just a few strokes of my fingers. I turn to my side and spoon my wife. Her ass is warm, round and naked against my skin and it is not helping with my situation. I nudge her with my erection. She mumbles something against her pillow. She is groggy and sleepy. I sigh to myself and wait. I wonder if I have to go and jerk off in the shower. The sweet ass in front of me is only making me harder. My morning wood is usually a tough one if I happen to get horny at the same time. I can fuck for a long time with this one. My wife knows it and that is exactly what I am counting on.

It does not take long for her to wiggle her ass against me. She is deliberately pushing her backside to my lap and that is all I need. I am suddenly like a raging bull in front of a red flag.  I push her on her stomach and jump between her legs. I reach for her naked pussy with my fingers and spread her labia so that I can push my ever hardening, twitching dick inside her core. The head of my dick slides inside her, slowly. It is spreading her flesh as I move my hips towards her body. I want to make it last. The first dip to this heaven is the sweetest and I also wish to give my sleepy wife a few seconds to adjust to my rude awakening. I will make it up for her later. I know I am going to ravage her beautiful body and her sweet scented, soft pussy until she is going out of her mind with pleasure.

Her inner walls relax around me, nudge my dick gently. She is ready. Her cheek is against her pillow, her eyes closed and she waits. I move slowly and push my dick a bit further. I rock into her a few times, feeling her getting wet. She knows what will happen. She is just as turned on as I am. I pound into her faster, making us both moan. My dick is thrilled and twitching, her pussy is getting more slippery with every thrust. I am not holding back anymore. I begin to fuck her harder. I sink into her divine flesh over and over again. The bed shakes the old strings in the mattress whine. My wife cries out, repeatedly. Her body begins to shake and tremble underneath me but I am not going to stop. She throws her pillow to the floor and lifts her head up, moaning louder.

Yes… yes… yes… Oh fuck… YES... cries out before she bites the sheet. Her thighs shiver and shake against mine as I keep on fucking her, giving her her first orgasm of the morning. I continue to chase the second one. My dick is rock hard, crazy as fuck at this point and I feel like I can continue with this fuck forever. My wife moans softly and her pussy is moaning too, but I am not giving in. I pound into her in an accurate rhythm, a perfect rhythm that I know she loves. She pants hard and her skin is slippery with a thin layer of sweat. She lifts her ass up a little bit so that I get to fuck her in a different angle.

It is so fucking good it makes me dizzy. That is all I need. I get absolutely furious. I take her so hard and rough that she has no choice than to cry out with every drive I drive into her convulsing pussy. The faster I pound into her the more she cries out. She is losing her mind and it drives me crazy with lust to hear her voices, to know she is coming once more, to know that she loves me fucking her this rough. My skin slaps against her, my balls feel heavy and ready and my dick is having a field day inside her hot cunt. When I slam into her womb couple of times her body begins to shake once more and her moan turns into one long, uncontrollable howl. For the sake of neighbours, especially that lovely old lady upstairs, I put my hand over her mouth and fuck her pussy until her trembling body goes still and limp underneath me and she has cried out her second climax to my hand.

When her pussy begins to dance around my dick it milks my balls empty. I can feel the velvety walls pulsing around my shaft as I move in and out of her, cherishing the last hard drives into her core. I empty my load into her pussy just as hard as I thought I would. I see stars behind my eyes as I shoot every silky drop I have in me out of my dick. The morning wood is gone with a bang. We lie in the mess we made and try to remember what day it is.

The ecstasy (erotic flash fiction)

 

The louder my voice gets the faster his tongue licks.

It takes mere seconds and the pleasure is too much for me. I lose my breath, trying to push his face away from my clitoris and my aching, burning pussy. I want his cock inside me so much it hurts, but it is hard to decide whether I want his quick, soft and fast tongue on my clit or not. Naturally, that’s exactly what I want. A woman always has the right to change her mind.

Stay still, he murmurs, holding my legs in his tight grip and goes back to the salt mines. This time his quick tongue dives straight into my pussy. I can feel him wiggle it in there. Holy mother of god! It’s good but I feel suddenly disappointed. He was doing really, really bad things to my clit and I was dying out of pleasure… He licks, fucks, sucks, drinks from me and I am losing my mind. But I know where I want him, right back to my blood filled clit. I want him to be a really bad boy with me and lash me with his tongue until I die out of pleasure.

Please. Go back, I whine. Please, do not stop. Give it to me. Give me your fucking tongue… He has the nerve to laugh but obeys me. Ask and it will be given to you, he smirks at me and then his evil, talented, lovely and strong tongue is lashing my sensitive nub so fast, so gently, so mercilessly that my legs are shaking in the air and my voice is echoing in the room. I am going to come faster than lightning and it will be really good.

I am consumed by extremely powerful, full-body orgasm as it rises up my spine and makes my head trash from side to side. I feel my face twist with intense pleasure. I whine and bit my lip. My fingers strangle the sheets and my toes curl deliciously up in the air. Oh god, oh god, oh god, I moan and cry before I suck more air into my suddenly empty lungs. I laugh out loud. I probably giggle. Fuck, this man knows how to eat pussy! I hardly know my name, let alone his.

No rest for the wicked, he teases as I feel him lifting my legs up against his chest. Suddenly the very thick head of his hard penis is touching my wet opening. My pussy still spasms and every nerve ending in my clit are throbbing. My eyes widen as I watch him force his dick through my tight opening. I cry out. He withdraws and rocks gently back and forth. I am wet and slick with arousal, but I feel the delicious friction he gives to me – and for both of us. My pussy is making slick, sucking noises as he moves. I feel every curve of his hard member as it pushes against my convulsing, already satiated flesh. As he continues, the pleasure starts to grow once more. I feel the need to get more of this delicious cock. It is so good that it is bad. Almost like all those wonderful things that he did to me with his tongue… Just the thought of it makes my pulse rise.

Put it inside of me completely, I whine with dry mouth. Please. I push my legs together and things get even tighter inside me. His voice shivers when he tells me that my pussy is gripping him. He begins to pant as he feeds the tip of him to my needy pussy. Teasing. Not giving enough. Back and forth, back and forth. Just when I think I am going to cry with frustration, he slides his beautiful penis out of me, only to dive right back in, much harder this time. Oh! He gives me what I wanted, once again, and fills my pussy with his cock. Now we both cry out with pleasure and delight. He rocks into me, with long, powerful thrusts of his strong hips and I moan with gratitude. The pleasure spikes through me with every move he makes.

Fuck me, I demand. I am, he deadpans. He slams right back in, rolls his hips, making me moan once more. I am delirious with happiness. The sweetest pleasure is building in us. I can see it from his face, I can feel it in my core. My pussy molds around his shape, getting to know the cock that fucks it intimately. It gives in, adjusts, but grips him at the same time, giving both of us what we need. It is not a question of wanting anymore, it is all about the need to come.

My hand flies to his chest when he keeps on rocking into me. He fucks, I moan. It is such a thrill to be on the receiving end of a good fuck, a hard cock. I move my hips towards him, trying to get more of him, even when it is not possible anymore. I feel him filling me already. The head of his cock is tickling against my womb, finding all the sensitive spots inside. My pussy begins to convulse, accepting more of his cock, like a greedy bastard that it is. I get wetter with the sharp thrusts of his hips and then he gets to access a bit deeper. I cry out in ecstasy. He rubs me the right way and I need his cock bad. I need to come. Hard. As fast as possible. I am dying to come, even if it kills me.

Fuck me, I repeat. Oh fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. God, fuck me! After that none of us speaks. He watches with dark eyes as my hand slides down his sweaty chest and finds my clit. My middle finger slides over it automatically, the sensation is too much, but it is too good to stop. I find the right spot in the abundance of slippery juices. I rub myself harder to get where I need to be. Both my clitoris and my pussy are throbbing with pleasure when the climax finds me. My heart beats in my chest and my eyes blur with the overwhelming sensation of one perfect orgasm.

I let out the hardest cry so far and I fall into pieces as the man above me continues fucking my pussy with his own throbbing member. Let go, come inside me, I whisper. I fondle my breasts to keep them steady, they are moving up and down with all the fucking that is going on. My wonderful lover groans with great satisfaction as he comes inside me. I feel his cock jerking against my orgasming inner walls – the greatest evidence of satiated woman. He blows his hot semen inside me as his body tenses against my legs. I think hazily that I’ll pass out of pleasure. Then I think he passes out when he suddenly opens my legs wide open and collapses on top of me. He rubs his hips against me lazily, pants heavily beside my ear. Is he still coming?