An Intense Seduction [Cheating]

She stood just inside the door, refusing to look me in the eye. “I can’t,” she said.

I narrowed my eyes. I knew what she meant, but I didn’t like it and I’d be damned before I’d let her off with a half-assed comment. “Can’t what?” I demanded.

“I can’t do this anymore,” she said still refusing to meet my eyes.

I felt the blood rushing to my head, the pressure building behind my eyes. “Can’t do what?”

“I can’t … can’t sleep with you anymore.”

The anticipation had built up pressure through out the day and the potential disappointment was threatening to push my temper past its limit. I stepped in close, blocking her in between my body and the door. “You can’t?” I asked, it came out angrier than I intended. “Or don’t want to?”

“I … I …” she stuttered.

I think the fact that she still refused to look me in the eye is what really tipped me over the edge. I grabbed her by the throat and shoved her against the door. I didn’t squeeze hard enough to cut off her air – just enough that I had control of her body. I lifted her chin and brought my face inches from hers.

“You’re going to come here, to my house – dressed like that – and tell me I can’t have you?” I seethed.

To be fair, she hadn’t dressed up special or anything. In fact, I think she’d come straight from the gym. But she looked sexy as fuck – she really couldn’t help it.

She hadn’t even put make up on, or worn a particularly “fuck me” outfit – just sneakers, black leggings and a black hoodie. But fuck did she make it look good.

I gave her a moment to respond, just staring her in the eyes, but when she didn’t say anything I continued.

“Do you know how much I’ve been looking forward to feeling your body beneath me today? How excited I was to get my hands on you? How much time I’ve spent remembering how good your pussy feels?”

“I know,” she murmured. She put her hands on my chest, and even though she was trying to gently push me away, the feel of her touching me sent the same hedonistic signals to my brain that I get every time she touches me. “I’m sorry … I can’t.”

“Can’t?” I repeated. I leaned in closer so my lips were brushing her ear. “But you want to, don’t you? You need this as much as I do. Your body aches for it, just like mine.” I slid my hand behind her lower back and pulled her against me. “Doesn’t it?”

I let my cheek graze hers as my lips slid from her ear to her jaw to her neck – just above where my fingers were still wrapped around her throat. I felt her body shudder against mine. I knew that shudder.

“Please,” she whimpered. “I can’t do this anymore.”

I slid my hand inside the back of her hoodie to feel her warm skin. I moved my lips over her neck as I softly growled my response. “Then stop me. You’re going to have to stop me because I can’t stop myself. I’ve been craving you all day and I can’t just let you go.”

“Please,” she said again. “Don’t.”

I slid my hand down her back and grabbed her ass firmly. I pulled her hard against me so she’d feel how excited she made me.

“Please …” her words caught in her throat as I groaned softly into her ear. “He … I think he’s getting suspicious. He saw the bruises last week. I told him I fell at the gym but I don’t think he believed me.”

I had to fight off a smile. “Well that’s his problem now, isn’t it?” I asked. “You wouldn’t have ever come here in the first place if he’d give you what you need.”

I let go of her throat but kept her pinned against the door with my body. I pushed my hand up her shirt, over her stomach, and grabbed her tit. This time I couldn’t cover my wolfish smile as I noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“I know what you need. I know exactly how you need it,” I said. I massaged her breast, one then the other, groping them just this side of pain. I ran my thumb over her nipples, rolled them between my fingers.

“You don’t want to ‘make love’,” I said. “You need to be fucked. Hard. You need to be used like a cheap whore … you hate that you need it … but you can’t help it.”

I kept playing with her tits as I pushed my other hand down the back of her her pants. I grabbed a handful of her ass hard enough I lifted her onto her tiptoes. I leaned my forehead onto hers and made her look me in the eyes. “Tell me I’m wrong. Tell me your body isn’t craving it.”

I gave her a moment and when she didn’t respond I added, “I wouldn’t have believed you anyways. I might would have believed you if you’d come here wearing panties. But you didn’t. You couldn’t. Even coming here to break up with me you were conflicted. You needed to not have just that little bit of cloth between us.

“You like being a little slut for me, don’t you? You love the way I fuck you. You love how I use your body.”

This time, as I continued to play with her body, she did respond. Not with words. She closed her eyes tight and made a sound that was half whimper-half moan.

It was the sexiest fucking sound.

I grabbed her by the waist and spun her around, pushing her face first into the door. I slid both hands up her shirt, groping her breasts while I ground my cock against her ass.

“You can’t help that you need it. It’s just who you are. It’s not a choice that you make. It’s instinctual. Your urge to have your body used is just as much of an integral part of you as my urge to take you is an integral part of me.

I slid one hand up through the collar of her hoodie and wrapped my fingers around her throat. This time I squeezed the sides of her neck, cutting off the blood supply from her brain. She didn’t need to think in that moment anyways.

I shoved my other hand inside her leggings and between her legs. I pulled her ass hard against my dick and smiled at the desperate little whimpering sounds she made.

I pulled her head back by her neck, pulling her head to my shoulder and forcing her to arch her back.

“See how wet that pussy got for me?” I growled. “Your body is fucking desperate to be used. You wish it wasn’t. You hate that you need this. But you can’t help it.

“You wish it was him, don’t you?” I asked. “You wish he would fuck you the way you need. But he won’t fuck you like I will. You love him. But you need what I do to you.”

I couldn’t take it anymore. The feel of her in my hands was too good. The sounds she made was too much. My dick was throbbing so much it hurt.

“Fuck, I can’t wait anymore,” I said as I shoved her pants down to her knees. I struggled to get my belt undone and my pants unzipped with one hand and it took way too fucking long to get my dick out.

She gasped when I pushed myself inside her. It was fucking heaven. I let go of her throat and shoved on her back, making her bend over for me. I grabbed her hips with both hands and and slammed into her again and again.

“God your pussy feels so good,” I groaned.

I kept a hand on her hip and grabbed a fist full of her hair with the other. I jerked her head back as I fucked her hard and deep.

“You love him,” I grunted. “He has your heart. But this body is mine. This pussy belongs to me.”

It wasn’t elegant. It wasn’t graceful or sweet or endearing. It was brutal, chaotic. Her knees kept buckling and I had to hold her up by her waist and hair.

It was need. It was abandon. It was forgetting all else but the desire to take the very soul of someone. It was fucking beautiful.

I slid my hand from her waist and between her legs. I let the impact of me slamming into her to rub her clit against my fingertips. In just a minute or two she was squeaking and shuddering as she came on my dick. I didn’t let up, I fucked her through her orgasm, and didn’t stop until I exploded inside her.

“Fuck,” I groaned as I slammed her body against the door, grinding inside her, using her body to milk the cum from my cock.

After a moment I pushed myself off her and let my dick slide out. I turned her around to face me and held her face with both hands. “You take a pounding like you were fucking built for it,” I said.

She but her lip trying to hide it, but I saw the smile break the corner of her lips.

“Mmm,” I murmured as I slid my hands back down her body. I grabbed the bottom of her hoodie, and she raised her arms to let me peal it off her. I tossed the shirt away and slid my hands up and down her sides.

“Get on your knees and get me hard again,” I said. “I’m going to make sure you feel this next one for days.”

“Mhmmm,” she drawled as she slowly slid her body down mine.

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