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His pace is relentless, every pound inside me harder than the last. His balls slap against me and he releases my hands to grab my ass.
“Hands on your thighs,” he demands, tilting my hips up.
I do as he says and grip my thigh as the angle of my hips allows him deeper, further…
He spanks me sharply and I cry out loudly at the connection. Then his hand is there, massaging, the softness out of place with how hard he fucks me.
“Like that?” he asks, slapping me again.
My answer is a moan.
I do. I love it.
Every thrust inside me is a rush of heat and building pleasure, each stroke teasing my pussy and making it tighten around him.
“Shit. Come here.” He pulls out of me and pulls me up. He sits in the chair next to the bed and like he did in the bar, grabs my ass and tugs me on top of him.
My knees settle by his hips, and he releases my ass to reach between us and guide himself back inside.
My fingers barely brush his chest before he twists them behind my back and holds them together with one hand.
Desire rushes through me as he flexes his hips into me. This is slower but just as hard, and I want to touch him, want to pull him closer, make him move faster, push me over the edge, but I can’t.
His hands holding mine means I can do nothing but kneel here and let him fuck me however he wants.
I’m helpless to my pleasure.
I breathe out a series of moans as he fucks me right. I want to tell him there, right there, don’t stop, but all that comes out is a cry of pleasure. His hand connects with my ass again and it just makes me hotter, wetter, more needing for the end.
He pulls me forward and drives into me faster. “You have a gorgeous pussy. Tight and wet. It’s perfect,” he whispers into my ear. “And you like it rough, don’t you, babe? You love it when I spank your arse and fuck you hard, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I reply, dropping my forehead to his shoulder.
“I can feel you tightening around my cock. Do you want to come? You feel like you do. Do you want me to fuck you harder?”
I gasp as he does, fully pushing his hips up. And he moves, faster and harder and deeper.
I tremble and every muscle in my body clenches. Heat, sweet heat, explodes through my veins and I scream.
I actually fucking scream as the orgasm hits and rips through me violently. I clamp down on him, my nails digging into his hand still restraining me. Still he moves, still he pounds, until his own groan mingles with my weakening cries.
It’s still pulsing through me as he lifts me off him and sets me on the bed. I can still feel my pussy clenching weakly, the muscle spasms making the pleasure linger longer than it should.
I drop back on the bed and cover my face with my hand. The bed creaks and dips and he leans over me.
I look into his eyes and he drops his mouth to mine.
“I don’t usually say this,” he murmurs, kissing along my jaw. “But I’m going to shower, and I wouldn’t be annoyed if you were still here after.”
He gets up, leaving me staring dumbly after him.
A one-night stand inviting me to stay longer? That’s a first.
I stare at the bathroom door long after he disappears, his words echoing through my mind. I wouldn’t be annoyed if I was still here when he gets out, either, but I know how bad that is.
One more fuck like that and I might not be able to walk out here by the end of it.
I still don’t move.
