*It’s actually an excerpt from a story I’ve been writing so, this is taking a lot of balls on my part to post here for everyone! It is also my very first try EVER writing erotica, so hoping you’ll like it*
His shirt drops to the floor with a soft rustle as the clinks of him opening his belt follow soon after, while my hands fumble around the straps of my own shoes trying desperately to take them off; all while our lips stay connected in a desperate and messy attempt to keep this moment alive.
As soon as his clothes are off though, my cheap off-the-rack pink dress is almost torn off my over-conscious self by his expert hands, and I am left feeling vulnerable in my own skin and the mismatched undergarments I picked fresh off the hamper this morning. If I had known the makings of tonight, perhaps I would have put in a little more effort to match my pink granny panties with the white polka dotted bra that refuses to stay on my shoulders.
My thoughts are quickly thrown out the window though, when he yanks my panties off and with a quick flick of his fingers, in a motion that he’s probably practiced a few dozen times with a few dozen people, takes off my bra. I can only let out a small gasp as his cold bony hands land on my breasts, tweaking and pulling on my sensitive bits.
His mouth now moves down to my jaw and slowly lower to my neck as his sloppy kisses leave a trail of wet memories of his ministrations. I stand there though, unsure of my role in this little act we play almost every other night, and although I should know better by now, I still stand there waiting for the same routine we dance to, every other night.
I am suddenly falling, and before I can comprehend much more, my naked back lands on the soft cushiony mattress of my bed right as he cages me under him. His mouth sucking vigorously on my left breast while his right hand kneads my other one. He always did like the left one more, but I wonder why. Is it bigger, the left one? They always did say your breasts are never the same size, I wonder if its true though. Perhaps I could check in the morning.
A sharp pain brings me out of my thoughts as I feel his teeth nibble on my nipples, and I involuntarily gasp at the action. His efforts only increase at my response and whether I like it or not, he quickly latches on to the other one and continues to bite and suck on the nipple that has now been tortured to stiffness. I clutch the sheets underneath me and arch my back, finally getting into the groove of his tango and he is quick to realise this too when his hand moves lower down my body, setting my skin on fire in its wake. His long bony fingers slide down my wet hot slick and dip slowly into the juices he’s helped ooze out of my bruised and used body. I let out another soft gasp in anticipation of what is to come next, and thankfully, he does not disappoint.
His finger – I wish I knew which one of his godly touches it was, but I was too lost in the ecstasy to figure out; slowly but surely entered me. He was teasing me I knew. But two can play at that game and I was in the mood for a good one. He pulled his digit out slowly out of me and pushed two in, slow and steady. I sighed in content as the long fingers slowly entered and pulled out. In and then out. In. Out. Oh, that boy had the most exquisite fingers!
My approval of his efforts came out in short breathy moans now, as I attempted to grab his hand and push faster. But he was having none of that as he continued to torture me and finger fuck me into a trance. As soon as I had started to get into the rhythm of his slow torture, he all but suddenly thrusted into me without warning and continued to pump faster and faster. Picking up his pace as my body arched and I grabbed a fistful of those damned bedsheets again trying to ground myself to the moment.
I mewled. Like the little pussy he was fucking with only two of his fingers. I mewled and whimpered in pleasure as he continued his torturous pace, his fingers hitting just the right spots his knuckles rubbing into the just the perfect places. Yet, something still seemed amiss even in this pleasure-filled fuck session, and he knew.
Before I could even make sense, he grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head back, bending down to grab one of the nipples in his teeth as he pulled and sucked. It was the surprise more than the feeling that pushed me over the edge. The sudden jolt of pleasure that ran along my entire body at his action, the pain and the pleasure mixing together as one giant orgasm that tore through my senses like a lightning bolt. He kept up the pace, the iron-like grip on my hair, and the painful nibbles on my breast as I gasped like a fish without water while my orgasm shook my world.
He only stopped when my hands grabbed his in an attempt to stop him, and I felt him move off me. There was a crinkle of plastic, then silence, before I felt his body move on the bed to cover me again. I opened my eyes and found him staring at my body, the one that I hide with layers of clothes and mismatched underwear, and the one that incites hunger in this man’s eyes. I wonder what he sees though. Does he only see the holes he can fuck? The breasts he can suck on, the hips he can hold while he thrusts deep into my core, or does he see a woman worth keeping and loving?
I don’t wait long enough to find answers to those questions as he swiftly pulls on my ankles and brings me closer to his slightly bent cock, standing tall and proud in attention. He bends down until its touching my slit that only moments ago had been pleasured beyond expectations. But as he pushes in with his condom-clad cock, my body once again responds to the invitation like the cock-hungry whore it really is, and I lick my lips in anticipation of what is to come next.
My mouth falls open and so does his as he groans in pleasure of his thickness sliding into my tight little vagina. This. This is the reason he keeps coming back, and not anything else, my more rational self tells me and I quickly shut that one up with a push of my own hips into him. He hisses, just how I like it, and pushes into me harshly. My head falls back in pain and pleasure.
He pulls back all the way and I feel the bumps and folds in his cock all the way out. And even though he is fully covered in that annoying plastic, his thickness makes up for the otherwise raw fuck I would have liked better than this. A sudden quick push and he’s thrusted all the way into my pussy, up to the hilt, and I let out more than just a gasp this time. His length stretching me more as he keeps pushing deeper and deeper until I can feel his balls squished between our bodies. Even then it’s not enough and I am grasping at his hips to go in further.
He grabs my thighs and positions himself directly on top of me, getting into the perfect pose to fuck my brains out. With my hips in the air and his weight pushing me down further into the bed, he only gives me a slight smirk asking me to brace myself for the absolutely crazy fuck session that is about to begin. I comply obediently as I grab a fistful of those damned sheets again, which I know I will have to change in the morning, and wait for him to start plowing into me like the beast he is.
He did not disappoint. By the second thrust of his powerful hips that drove me further and further into the bed and shook my walls, he was shaking my world and leaving me a screaming mess in the late hours of the night. I probably woke up my neighbours and left some poor wife jealous and horny as he kept plunging deeper into me with every hard thrust of his hips. Soon though, his thrusts became faster, harder and sloppier. I knew he was close and so was I. I simply needed a little more push to fall over the edge, just a little something.
As if he’d read my mind, he plunged deep into me and stopped altogether but started rolling his hips instead. The friction on my overly engorged clit, and that humongous length writhing inside my body served as the perfect little ‘something’ that did the deed. I was squirming like a snake dancing to the charmer’s tunes under him, my nails clawing at his hips to bring him closer, deeper, and faster if that was even possible. I was too lost in my own pleasures to hear him groan out his frustrations, or see the pain smeared on his face from holding back his own little explosion that was right on the verge of coming.
My world came crashing down like that ball on new year’s, and I screamed in pleasure all the way down. By the end of my euphoric journey, I was gasping and moaning again when he picked up his pace and started plunging into me again.
He was unstoppable. His hips pushed into mine like a miner digging for gold; with purpose and without restraint. He picked up his pace and fucked me senseless. It was torture, being overstimulated after the second ground-breaking orgasm, this was a torture that lingered closely between pain and pleasure. And although I cried out with every one of his harsh thrusts, he never stopped or relented. It only seemed to turn him on further, driving him almost to a mad trance as he let out a deep guttural pleasure moan and kept fucking me like a beast.
My hands on his chest, nails digging into his flesh, almost drawing blood while my throat dry and hoarse. I can feel it, feel his orgasm finally coming. He looks down at me for the second time tonight and for the first time into my eyes, as his show almost a primal need to dominate me in this instance. I see it surface as he swiftly brings up his right hand to my throat and chokes me. His long bony fingers wrap around my slender neck and he presses harder, and harder, until I can’t breathe. My fingers scratch now, drawing blood, but he simply looks on as he continues to fuck me and choke me all at the same time.
Strangely enough though, this turns me on for the third time tonight and I am weirdly giving into the submissive role he expects me to fit into. I am suddenly extremely aware and sensitive to his thrusts again, as I continue to gasp for air. And right as he dives harder than ever before into me, my orgasm comes. I feel the last few plunges, as if splitting me open, and then his unmistakeable groans of pleasure as I myself find my eyes roll to the back of my head from the throes of another earth-shattering orgasm.
I hardly feel anything after that anymore; too tired to move or make sense of time, I vaguely hear the shuffling of clothes, faint words spoken and lost in the midnight air, before hearing the distinct thud of my door closing behind the man that had just fucked my mind into oblivion and left me dripping onto my bedsheets. Those damned bedsheets again. Gotta change those damned sheets in the morning. Fuck.
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