Fall From Grace

“I knew you would beg.”

Before I can even come up with any smart remark, he flips me over and has his cock buried so deep into me, I can barely register the pain. His dick is thick and I feel it stretching me as he sits there letting my body adjust to his size. Muffled cries fall from my lips into the leather sofa as I get lost in the sensation of another orgasm. Or maybe the first one never ended.

“I pictured this when I saw you in the bar,” he groans as he pulls back and pushes his hips into mine, a slow cadence that I know won’t last long. “I knew I would have you bent over this couch, you screaming for mercy as I fucked you senseless. You begging for me to fuck you harder.”

I moan as he grips my hips and slams into me.

“And here you are making my reality come true.” His hand wraps around my ponytail, pulling my head back as he leans forward, his lips grazing my ear. “And the reality is so much better than the fantasy.”

I groan so loud as he twists his hips, his dick hitting some spot inside of me I didn’t even know existed. Before I know it, I am begging him to fuck me harder, faster.

His grunts meet my moans as we fuck like animals over the side of the couch. Another orgasm hits as he reaches around and pinches one of my nipples hard. I turn into Jell-O at his touch and let him own my body.

“Fuuuuckkkk,” he yells as his hips slow and he collapses on top of me.

We just stay like that for who knows how long. Both of our chests heaving, trying to catch our breath from whatever the fuck that was. Something wild and untamed. Reckless. And worth it. So fucking worth it.

He pushes up off the couch and pulls out of me. My body aching at the loss of him.

I push up off the couch too and take in the views for the first time. The windows facing the street and sidewalk. And I realize that if anyone was out walking their dog, they definitely just saw him fuck me into oblivion.

The thought sends a rush of heat between my thighs. Never did I think that thought would turn me on. But it is. It’s making me want more, but I am pretty sure my body is spent.

The sound of footsteps behind me has me pulling my body off the couch and turning around.

“I thought you passed out.”

I shake my head. “Almost.”

He chuckles and I finally take him in. He must have disposed of the condom and the rest of his clothes because he is standing in front of me, fully nude. His dick already at half-mast again. I thought he was attractive with clothes on but he is even more sexy naked. Where I can see every indent of corded muscle. I lick my lips as I take him in, and I know he is enjoying my perusal of him.

“Already ready for more?”

I look up at him and then drop my gaze to his rising dick. “You clearly are.”

He growls and picks me up, tossing me over his shoulder as he pads down the hall to his room.