The first time I met you, you weren’t terribly impressive. You had a sly smile and nice hair. I just wanted to touch it when you climbed into the cab of my truck. You were laid back, it made me nervous. Dinner wasn’t anything special, you invited me back to your place after. We watched some bad horror movie. As the movie wrapped up, you sat with me and said, “I’m just going to try this.” Then you leaned in and kissed me. That’s when I let it go.
Your hands slipped around my waist, trailed down my back. I knotted my hands up in your hair and climbed into your lap. You grabbed my belt and rolled my hips into yours. I was surprised by the amount of growth under your jeans. It’s not like you were a big guy. You didn’t waste time with feeling me up over my clothes, you reached a hand down the back of my jeans to grab a handful of my ass and you moaned into my kiss. You laid down and pulled me with you, our kisses grew deeper, hungrier. Then your hand migrated a little further south than I expected. I hadn’t ever let people play that game with me. I pulled away and you made some snarky remark that there was no way with an ass like mine. I shook my head and you took the chance to roll me over.
In the beginning, it wasn’t about control. Maybe I liked the control, it’s hard to say. The first few times I came to stay with you, you tried to “tame” me. That’s how you worded it. You said it didn’t have to always be wild. I guess you thought you couldn’t be emotional and kinky. I guess I really proved you wrong.
That first night we didn’t even get each other’s clothes completely off. You fucked me facedown with my jeans around my knees. It was intense. You were trying to be a gentleman at first, and then I told you to “not be afraid to break me.” You looked hungry for more, always. And I was eager to feed you.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/75bwko/mf_lewis_wasnt_his_real_name
this. is. so. hot.
thanks