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I nod mindlessly, twitching my hips for another. He spreads my cheeks apart, and I feel vulnerable in an entirely different way. I feel him but lube on my asshole, and then his thumb slides through it, teasing at my entrance to test whether I’m ready.
His thumb pops in easily, and he chuckles, quiet and dark.
I’m so far gone, a complete and utter slut for this man and what he does to my body.
I hear him slathering lube on his cock, the wet smacks getting me ready too. “I’m not gonna last long, Samantha. Getting in this sweet hole after watching you take that big dick for me. Can you help me?”
“Yes, anything,” I promise.
“Good girl. Slide your hands underneath you. I want you to rub that clit while I fuck your ass hard. I want to feel you come again, feel your ass convulsing around me. Can you make me come, Samantha?”
His words are already doing half the work for us both.
“Uh-huh.” I’m doing as he said, sliding my hands under my hips and cupping my pussy. “I’m ready, just do it.”
I don’t need him to go slow. If there’s any pain, I welcome it because I want him inside me—here, there, anywhere, as long as it's him.
Only him.
He groans at my invitation, and I feel the tip of his cock at my back entrance. Despite my words, he presses in slowly, but given his jagged breathing, I think it’s for his pleasure and control, not my comfort. I feel a sharp pain for a split second, and then I sigh as my body relaxes to take him.
Deep inside me, he holds my hips in his punishing grip and then unleashes himself on me. He pounds hard and fast, my ass cheeks recoiling with every slam of our hips. It should hurt, all logic says it should, but it doesn’t. With my fingers blurring over my clit and Chance fucking my ass like a beast, I’m close in seconds.
He's grunting behind me, and I can feel his sweat dripping onto my spine. He’s holding back for me, letting me get there too so he can feel me come around him. I know what we both need.
“Fuck my ass. Take it, it’s yours.” I forcefully inhale because he’s pounding harder with my words. “I’m your slut, Chance. Yours only. Fill my ass with your cum...please!” The last part is another scream because I spasm as he thunders, pouring himself into me as he fucks me into the table.
This time, I focus on Chance through my own orgasm, intentionally milking every drop from him. “Yes, give it to me.” And he does, pulse after hot pulse filling me.
When he’s done, he takes a big breath, recovering, and I sigh, “Good boy.”
He laughs, the sudden movement unfortunately pulling him from my body. Leaning forward, he gets right in my ear as I look back at him. “That sounds like you’re talking to a dog.” His grin is good-natured, and it’s obvious he’s much happier now that I told him he didn’t have anything to apologize for and he came like a monster in my ass.
I grin back, arguing, “Well, you called me good girl.”
“Difference is... you liked it,” he says cockily.
He’s not wrong, I did like that, so I shrug flirtily and start to get up from the table. Chance helps me, and as soon as I stand, I realize what an absolute mess of cum, lube, and juices I am.
“Shower?” he offers, and when I nod, he disappears to the bathroom to start it for us.
I’m wide-legged stepping around trying to gather our clothes when there’s a knock at the door.
Nope, not answering that.
Which is my plan until I hear, “Samantha, it’s Wanda. The landlord.”
Oh, shit! There’s only one reason she’d be coming to see me right now, and it’s not because my rent’s late. Because it’s not. I already paid this month’s and have next month’s in savings, which is an exciting mark of my success with Bedroom Heaven sales.
I grab a blanket from the couch and wrap it around me, making sure everything is covered. Still, as I crack the door, I stay behind it just in case. “Hey, Wanda, sorry about the uh... noise.”
Her smile is nearly ear-to-ear. “Not here about that... well, not exactly, although you might want to remember that the walls of this old building are thin. Like ‘who’s Chance?’ level thin.” She leans to the side, trying to peer into the apartment.
She heard me calling his name? That means she heard a hell of a lot more, too.
“Oh, my God, I’m sorry. I’ll remember that, for sure,” I vow, trying to close the door before I burst into flames of embarrassment.
“Wait!” she cries, holding up her hand. “I heard you’re selling uhm,stuffnow? Can I get a catalog or something? For your products?”
