My pussy wrapped around him, hot and needy. He didn't move for a while. He just stood there, letting me get accustomed to his length. He made me feel so full that I could barely breathe. I was drenched, dripping all down my thighs.
He pulled out, then slammed back in.
The force threw me forward. I moaned, hard.
He pounded into me again, harder this time. "There's a good girl. Take my cock like the greedy little slut that you are."
My knees were shaking. My breath was slow yet hard, seizing as he thrusted in and out of me in wild, brutal strokes. I hadnever been fucked that hard. I was convinced that the gun and knife play was the last of him that I'd feel for this night, but this? It was pure, hard, brutal fucking.
And my traitorous body loved every bit of it.
My mystery fucker grabbed my hip, his fingers stroking the curves of my hip as he pounded in and out of me, seizing my neck in a dominant hold. He fucked me with such viciousness that it knocked my breath out of me with every thrust. I was a squealing, helpless mess, scratching at the sheets and ruining them with my drool.
Each time I braced myself for the impact of his cock, his harsh strokes would rattle me and tear a loud sob from my lips.
"Oh, it's so good." I whimpered, my boobs bouncing beneath me.
The room echoed with sloppy sounds. The blindfold made everything twice as intense. Knowing I couldn't see the man wrecking me with his cock made me wetter than I could possibly imagine.
He rearranged my insides with his cock, and I wanted to slip away because it was too much. Every thrust made me feel like I'd collapse or fade into oblivion.
"So tight, all mine!" he grunted.
"Oh, please—please, I can't?—"
"You can't what?" He fisted my hair, reaching to pinch my clit as he fucked me harder.
I screamed.
I was covered in sweat, and I could feel my hair sticking to my neck.
He slowed down, eliciting a whimper from me. His cock slipped out of me, leaving the tip, then he slammed back into me in one brutal thrust. I was reduced to a wreck by his cock, crying for him to stop yet wanting him to fuck me even harder.
"I can't—please, I can't—" My words were punctuated with deep moans.
"Of course, you can. This cock was meant for you, and this sweet little pussy is all mine." He pinched my clit and spanked my ass.
Oh fuck.
I was being consumed, being marked, being tainted, and every bit of it felt so fucking good.
"Look at you, a fucking wreck for my cock. That good, huh?" he taunted me, dragging his fingers lazily over my lips from behind. I sucked on them like an obedient little kitten and moaned.
My legs were about to give way. My body was spiked with an intense level of pleasure. My vision grew even darker, making me feel like I was about to pass out.
"Oh yes—I’m going to come. Please, let me come." I sobbed into the soaked pillow.
"That's right. You'll come for me, my good little whore."
My stomach tightened, and my pleasure peaked. My orgasm destroyed me and left me in shambles. He was still fucking me through my orgasm, but the last thing I remembered was him cupping one of my breasts and kissing my hair before I passed out.
That was the wildest night of my life.
I woke up to find myself in my bedroom, naked and sore, with a body cover barely hanging on my skin. At first, I couldn't bring myself to tell Rose about it, but when I started experiencing what seemed like withdrawal symptoms, I told herabout it, and she told me that the manmade the blind date literalsince I didn't even know who fucked me.
For weeks, all I could think about was the sex. I tried to touch myself, but all I truly wanted was to be fucked and taken that way again. It was a wild adventure—one I didn't regret.
I exhaled, smiling at my reflection in the mirror. My smile widened even more when I remembered how I managed to get another job. My hair was snatched back in a bun, and my bold red lipstick gave me a professional edge.
