1. June #3
With one of his hands holding me up, we work together to unbutton his pants and wiggle them over his throbbing erection.
It springs free and I nearly gasp at the size of it, quite possibly the biggest I’ve ever been with.
I slide my hand down the length of it, circling up and spreading the bit of precum from the tip.
Oh what I would give to drop to my knees and take him into my mouth right now, but at the rate we’re progressing, getting down to business is our main priority.
He continues kissing me, somehow multi-tasking like a mother fucker as he takes the condom I open for him and secures it in place, then drags his hand up my waist and quite literally rips my panties off of me and tosses them onto the floor next to the beaten body.
He pauses, his hand around his cock, gliding it up and down my wet and eager slit. “Are you sure?”
And that’s all it takes, ladies and gentlemen. Three fucking words to confirm consent. If this brutal as fuck man can do it, when I’m practically begging to be fucked, any man can.
I grab hold of him and guide him toward my entrance.
He stops me from going any further. “Say it.” His stare turns serious, his voice a bit gravelly.
“I’m sure.”
The slightest hint of satisfaction rolls over his face. “Good girl.”
Little does he know, I’m the furthest thing from it.
He positions himself to enter, slow at first, filling me with ease, until the length of him completely stuffs me full. Then he rocks his hips and thrusts me up and down on his shaft. My tits bounce, nearly freeing themselves from my revealing top.
Pleasure and pain consume me at the sheer thickness of him opening me in ways I’ve never felt before. I continue on this rollercoaster ride wherever it takes me.
He backs us away from the wall, and a bit of disappointment washes over me as I worry that this is about to be over all too soon.
He plops my ass down onto the cold countertop and props my feet up on the edges, grabbing me by the waist and pulling me toward him, continuing to thrust through every bit of this.
When I instinctually move my legs, he grunts, grasping both of my ankles and spreading me wide.
My head tilts back, slamming into the mirror, my eyes rolling with the control he has over me.
He pivots his hips in the best ways, hitting every single nerve like he’s a pro at fucking. It’s when he slows and pulls out that I nearly lose all my calm.
“Fuck, man.”
“Shh.” He replaces his dick with his hand, sliding three digits along my slit and then shoving them inside of me. Kneeling down, he brings his face to my pussy, gliding his tongue around my clit.
“Don’t tell me to shh.” I rear up my foot and gently but firmly shove him away from me, hopping off the counter and turning around to face the mirror. I bend at the waist, resting my elbows in front of me and arching my ass toward him. “Come on.”
He narrows his gaze, almost in disbelief at me regaining that control.
He takes his overpriced shoe and nudges each of my legs apart, dropping down between them once more to get a taste of me from behind.
He rolls his tongue from the front, all the way to the back, using his hands to pry me apart with each inch he moves.
He teases me with his thumbs, both on each side, caressing and massaging my hole.
I rock my body toward him, desperate to feel him fill me once more.
He obliges, standing and sparing no kindness when he shoves his cock into me with a force that drops me from my elbows.
I spread my arms across the counter to steady and pivot myself for him.
He runs his large hand along my ass, up my back, and into my hair, raking his fingers along my scalp and grabbing a fistful of my hair. He yanks my head up, but in a way that is almost all pleasure, no pain.
“Harder,” I say through gritted teeth, feeling my climax rise with each pump of his cock.
Most guys, when they hear the word harder, they think faster, but no, this man with no name knows exactly what I mean when he starts thrusting deeper and to a different tempo, sending me spiraling over the edge and into oblivion.
“That’s it,” he moans, slamming into me and blowing his own load into my pulsating hole.
My body shakes from the insane rush of pleasure, my pussy tightening around his throbbing cock as our orgasms wind down together.
I lay there, against the cold counter, panting and trying to catch my breath.
I close my eyes and revel in the pure fucking bliss, knowing damn well that reality is about to set in.
Slowly, he pulls out of me, and from the sound of it, he tugs the condom off his dick and tosses it into the trash can to my left. It’s his zipper I hear next, but then, something I don’t expect. Him stooping behind me to blow cool air on my exposed area.
I don’t dare open my eyes, hoping like hell I can keep this dream lasting for as long as possible.
He continues to surprise me by reaching up and rubbing the palm of his hand against my clit. He nips at the back of my thigh with his teeth, leaving a trail with his tongue up to my crease. He presses his lips against mine, sucking and biting and teasing me once again.
I let out a moan and arch myself in his direction, ready for whatever he’s willing to give me.
How is it possible to be so incredibly fulfilled, but want even more?
Need more.
He slides a couple digits inside me, while keeping another rocking gently against my clit, his thumb resting near my asshole. Wasting no time, he picks up his pace, paying close attention to the way my body reacts to him, heightening my pleasure like he can read my fucking mind.
His beard bristles up against my leg and he blows more air on me, then dives back in for another taste. “Now,” is all he says.
The way the vibration of his voice rattles against me, and the sheer power he has over my body, I succumb to his beautiful torment, climaxing for the second time.
I bring my hand to my mouth to suppress the whimper that threatens to leave my lips and continue to shake against his grasp.
He steadies his grip until he’s certain I’m done, and pulls away, standing and washing his hands in the sink beside me.
It’s then that I remember he’s covered in blood. Luckily, he finger fucked me with the cleanish hand.
“Are you ambidextrous?” I ask him.
He shuts the faucet off, grabs a paper towel from the holder, dries his hands, and faces me. “What?”
I step closer, take the semi-damp thing from him and blot the blood off his cheek. “You know, can you use your left and right?—”
He cuts me off. “I know what it means.”
“Oh.” I continue to help clean his face. It’s the least I could do after the mind-blowing double orgasm.
He grabs my hand, stopping me in place. He stares into my eyes with those seriously deep, dark orbs of his. “I’ve got this.” He nods behind me, toward the door. “You should get back to work.”
I glance over my shoulder at the limp body on the floor. “What about that?”
“I’ll take care of it.”
“I can help.”
“You’ve done enough.” His resolve softens just barely, and he brings his hand to my face, thumbing my bottom lip softly. He scans my features, and I wonder what the hell he must be thinking. But in an instant, he hardens. “This can’t happen again.”
I huff and grin. “Don’t worry. I’m not that kind of girl.” I drop the used towel into the trash can and turn on my heel, fully prepared to do what I always do—not get attached.