“He may have your heart, but this pussy is mine” MF, Cheating, Rough, Quickie, Creampie

Amanda and Eric couldn’t be a more perfect couple if they tried.

They’re always joined at the hip, staring longingly into each other’s eyes. Finishing each other’s sentences, couldn’t go a minute without mentioning the other. Honestly, they were so perfect it was damn near nauseating.

But there was one issue. A big one.

Eric fucking sucks in bed.

Amanda has long been my best friend, so I’ve heard it all. How he is either unwilling, or incapable, to do anything to make sex fulfilling.

He can’t last for more than a couple minutes. Eric cant, or won’t, go down on her to completion. He pumps into her until he’s done, at one constant speed, and that’s it. She tells me that she’s tried everything. New positions, new toys, roleplay, spontaneous public sex, coaching him, even writing down exactly what she wants like an instruction manual.

No results.

No foreplay. No aftercare. No spanking, choking, hair pulling, dirty talk or bondage. All he has is his strong jaw and great personality.

Fortunately for her, that’s where I come in.

For the past few months, she leaps in my bed, and I alleviate her problem- at least for a little while.

Fucking my best friend behind her boyfriends back? Terrible AND messy. But if it was so bad, then why is the sex so fucking good?

I know her better than anyone. From the way she sets her purse down, I can tell how hard her work day was, and that she wants to be fucked like a slut. How she sighs when she kicks her heels off lets me know if she wants to be pummeled within an inch of her life, or laid down and made loved to. I’ve memorized which spots on her body drive her wild, and exactly which button to push and when.

I’ve known her my whole life, but even seeing this new side of her feels like almost a new person.

We tell each other how temporary this is. A short-term fix to a long-term problem. That one day, this will work out.

That day ain’t today though.

Her car comes to a screeching halt outside of my door. It’s 4:50pm. Later than usual. It looks like a quickie today. She exits, slamming the door shut, and opens my front door with such force the hinges tear off the frame.

“Drop your pants.” Her heels fly off, clattering on the floor. She’s had a rough week.

You don’t have to tell me twice. I reach for my belt, and start. Apparently I was moving too slow for her liking. She unbuttons the top buttons of her blouse, letting me get a view of my favorite bra.

“I’ve been wound up all day, haven’t had time to cum in days. Plus work was shitty. Rough day. Rough week. It all sucks. Now get that dick up!”

Her wish is my command.

I drop my pants and let my cock point high. I fall back to the couch, and allow her to beckon to me. Her eyes widening and her biting her lips when she sees my abs, pecs and bare arms never gets old. Her legs rub together, looking like she’s trying to contain herself. Her hunger answers the call of my glistening member, damn near dripping precum, ready for her to attack it the best way she sees fit.

And attack it she does. The face she makes when she sees her prize, when her orgasm is in reach, and her sex drive spikes to dangerous heights is the sexiest thing that nothing compares to.

Amanda is riled up and ready to fuck. She hikes her black skirt up her thighs, and straddles me, pulling her blue lace thong to the side. The head of my cock is drenched with the slightest touch of her pussy drips on the tip of my hard dick.

Fuck, I’m not going to last long

She’s so wet that all I can imagine is filling her tight cunt, and not holding back a single drop. Even more so as Amanada makes quick work of devouring me. She unbuttons her blouse fully, and before I can blink, her perky tit presses against my lips. Wordlessly, I accepted her advances and took her nipple into my mouth.

She has full control of me, and I’m powerless to her spell.

“That’s right.” she moans, as I suckle her breast. “Give me what I came for.”

The intoxication of her voice sends shivers up my spine. Inch by inch, her wet walls swallow my cock, inviting me to stay forever.

“Mmmm, yes!” Her exhale of satisfaction seemed more cathartic than just getting a much needed release. I could taste the stress falling off of her body, and replace it with pleasure with every stroke into her pleasure center.

So badly do I want to dig my nails into her flesh, bite at her shoulders and perky tits, and claim her as mine with the marks to prove it. But dammit, our cover would be blown immediately.

All I can do is channel that hunger into fucking her as hard as I could.

I slide out slowly and then slam my hips into her, sending her legs quivering.

“Uuuunh! Unh fuck! Just like that, baby!”

She gushes over my cock, and I can feel her pussy vibrate around my member. I shoot her body into the air with successive, powerful thrusts. Her body bounces on my cock like she’ll blast off into an orgasm. Every bit of my cock is dedicated to nothing else but making her know I am the only person in the world that can make her feel this good.

“Yes! Yes!”

My hand wraps around her throat, silencing her cries of pleasure as I fuck her harder. The grip around her throat is unrelenting, nearly strangling her. Just like she likes. I pummel my cock into her like I’m trying to break her frame.

Rough. Hard. Just like she likes it. Something that her partner can’t hope to give her.

“That’s right, take this cock like a good little slut.”

My off hand finds her cute ass, and squeezes it tight enough to crush it. A few marks here and there are okay, right? As badly as I want to spank her cute butt until it’s stinging and red, that’s not exactly something she can easily explain away.

I make the entire house shake as I force her into the air, sending her eyes rolling into the back of her head. I love seeing her look up at me, under my control. The body she knows full well that I love, being actively taken and claimed for my own pleasure. That there isn’t anything she can do about it, and that I’m taking what’s mine, and she exists as a vessel for me to pump my cum in.

“He may have your heart, but this pussy is mine.” I groan.

“Unh! Uuunh! I’m all yours!” she screams.

I lose myself to the moment and deliver a thunderous spank on that perfect ass.

/Smack!

“Fucking cum on my dick, you cheating slut.”

Her entire body shudders under my ruining of her “innocent” body. Her throat tries to utter cries of bliss, but my firm grip has had the air taken out of her for quite a while now.

“I’m gonna- I’m going to- Cum!”

Amanda devolves into a drunk-dick mess. Her heart pump hard enough to break a rib, as the waves of a strong orgasm wash over her. Her eyes roll to the back of her head, and if she passed out, I wouldn’t be surprised.

She comes down in what feels like many minutes later, many minutes I savor the smile on her face.

“Fucking fill me up.” she demands, wrapping her fingernails into my arm.

“Do you think you deserve it?”

She bites her lip and looks me in my eyes with such a piercing gaze that it undresses my soul. In that one action, I remember who’s really in control here. Not me, the guy having her body at my mercy. But the woman who’s smiling when she’s being choked.

Like a switch, her gaze activates something in me, something I have no hope of controlling. By complete surprise, I feel my cock jump and twitch. My toes curl, and my breathing picks up. I throw my head back and drain my balls into her pussy. Not only did my orgasm catch me by complete surprise, she commanded it out of me.

“That’s right, give it to me.” she groans.

Every drop I have to give, she takes. This sweet pussy doesnt allow me to do anything else but, shudder and my cock shoots my load directly into her, and she drinks it all up.

We’re both breathing heavily while I try to reboot myself.

“Fuck, I needed that.” she groans.

With no fanfare or warning, Amanda dismounts my shriveling cock, and heads to the bathroom while I lie there, trying to put myself together. When she emerges, she looks almost like a different person. She’s cleaned, dressed and put together. Amanda bears no resemblance to the girl that was getting fucked like a slutty cumdump just a moment ago.

Awkwardly, we stare at each other. Saying goodbye is the hard part. We’re best friends, but also fuck buddies. She’s dating someone. Do we hug like nothing happens? Leaving with a kiss feels too intimate.

“I’ll text you.” she says.

I nod, and she exits.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/wtd0l5/he_may_have_your_heart_but_this_pussy_is_mine_mf