This Regret

A small smile forms on her pink lips as she reaches into her small clutch bag and pulls out a condom. “A woman with a crushed spirit should always come prepared.”

I grab the condom out of her hand before bending forward and pressing my mouth against her neck with force. She lets out a small moan before leaning into me, her body rubbing mine as if she’s been waiting for a moment like this for years.

I put my arms down and allow her to pull my jacket off and toss it on the ground beside us. “You want me to f**k you right here?” I question while gripping her ass tighter, running my fingers under the hem of her dress.

She runs her tongue over her lips before biting on the bottom one, playing with it between her teeth and that is the only answer I need.

I don’t hesitate before setting her down, her back pressed against the wall and her dress riding up in the front exposing her black panties.

She watches me with hunger in her eyes as I pull my t-shirt off and toss it over Tyler’s bike. Then, I grip the bottom of her dress and wrap it in my hand, pulling her to me.

She lets out a gasp and reaches for the buckle of my studded belt. “I really want you to take me.” Her fingers work fast on undoing my belt before she starts working on my jeans. “Screw, Nathan. This is going to be the best night of my shitty life.”

I look down at her, my chest heaving up and down as I grip her neck and make her look me in the eye. “You think it will feel good . . . having me inside of you?” I press my erection against her stomach and she grips it with her hand, running her slim fingers over the fabric of my briefs. “I promise you when I’m done, you will never have to question your beauty again because you’re going to feel every inch of your worth.”

Her breath comes out ragged as she pulls my briefs down, her eyes landing on my rock hard cock. Her eyes fill with lust and a little bit of shock, and I can tell she wasn’t expecting the beast that is looking back at her. She swallows hard, while bringing her eyes back up to meet mine. “How am I supposed to work with . . . that?”

I shrug my shoulders before picking her up, a surprised gasp escaping her lips, as I set her on the bed of my truck. “That’s for me to figure out.”

Her legs willfully spread as she slowly pulls her dress up, exposing the lips that are playing peekaboo with her tiny thong.

I grip her hips with force and pull her down to the edge of the truck bed so her ass is barely hanging on the surface. Then, I bend down and run my tongue up the length of her inner thigh stopping right by her panty line.

I can tell by the soft moan that escapes her lips that my mouth being so close to her pu**y is pure torture for her. I’m not going to give her what she’s expecting though. I can’t. That has always been a deal breaker, which causes every single woman that I have been with to grow attached to me. I won’t do this to her. This is just meant as a distraction to the both of us.

I close my teeth around her delicious thigh, giving it a playful bite before pulling away and working my mouth up her belly, my hands pulling her dress up on the way. When the dress reaches her head, I pull it off her and throw it over the edge of the truck.

Before she can even register her dress hitting the floor, I already have her thong squeezed in my hands, ripping them from her toned body. Her legs tremble as she plays with my chest and throws her head back. “Oh damn!” She bites down on her bottom lip. “I think I’m going to like it rough.”

A soft rumble comes from my throat as I quirk an eyebrow and grip both of her wrists in my hand, pulling her up to meet my abdomen. “Take my briefs all the way off.”

She slides my briefs all the way down to my knees, her br**sts brushing against my c**k and by this point, I just need to release this frustration that has been building for the last week.

I yank her legs, pulling her towards me so my c**k is resting above her belly. With one hand gripping her neck, I rip the wrapper open with my teeth before slipping the condom on and pulling her hips up to meet my stiffness.

She plays with her tits, squeezing her nipple in her fingers as I run my fingers over her wet slit before squeezing my c**k into her tightness. I slowly thrust in and out a few times, loosening it up to make room before giving her my full on, ass gripping thrust that is sure to make her remember this moment for a very long time.

She screams out while wrapping her legs around my waist causing me to thrust harder, rolling my hips in and out, giving her the pleasure that she deserves.

Her ninja tight grip on my bicep hardens as I grip the back of her neck, wrapping my fingers in her crazy hair and pounding in her with as much force as I can.

I can already feel the tension that has been building up all week start to subside. It always does with sex. Some people say that working out and exercise is a way to deal with stress, but sex is the only thing that has ever worked for me.

Without pulling out, I grip both of her hips and flip her over so her ass is facing the ceiling. I reach down with one hand and rub my finger over her wet clit while pounding into her with fast, consistent thrusts, tugging her hair with my free hand. “Tell me how I feel inside of you,” I demand.

She lets out a whimper as I slow my pace and wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her up so my chest is pressed against her back. “You feel good inside of me. So good.”

I bend down so my lips are hovering over her ear before I whisper, “Do you feel beautiful now?”

Her neck stretches back as she attempts to look at me. “Yes! Oh f**k!”

I quicken my pace while moving my fingers up and down her wetness, knowing that at any moment, she’s about to clamp around my c**k and release her juices.

I am right. As soon as I give her one last thrust, she screams and her legs begin to shake as she struggles to not fall over. “Oh shit! I can’t handle this,” she whines.

I support her body with mine and force myself to finish before pushing her shoulders down and pulling out. Even with a condom, I still like to take precautions.

She rolls over on her back before looking up at the ceiling, with hooded eyes “Wow!” She takes a few deep breaths. “That was . . . just . . . wow. That’s all that I can say.”

I smile at her before looking over to see we forgot to close the garage door. “Looks like the neighbors got a good show.” I bend over and reach for her dress. “Here. Let’s get you dressed so we can get you home.”

She gives me a thankful look while slipping her dress over her head and adjusting it to cover her thighs. She blushes. “Please don’t think I’m a slut or anything.” She watches me as I get dressed. “I don’t usually do things like this, but when you’re stuck in a messed up relation for so long-“