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I reach down between us to where I can feel his cock pressed against my thigh, hard and throbbing. I stroke him through his jeans, slowly, and he closes his eyes and groans. He moves his fingers inside me and I shudder.
"Take me upstairs," I whisper, my voice breathy and raw. "I need you."
"I'm gonna fuck you right here against the wall first," he says. "Can't fucking wait to get upstairs."
"Well...what are you waiting for?" I murmur. "Do it."
I help him get out of his clothes, the rest of our clothes on a pile on the floor. I can't help but run my hands over his muscular chest, peppered with dark hair, his broad shoulders boxing me in against the wall.
I've got him naked and ready to go, but he's still holding back. He grabs my thighs and pulls me toward him, and I wrap my legs around his hips, knocking one of his hands out from behind me. He braces himself on the wall, lines himself up with my pussy...
...I'm impaled on his cock before I even realize what's happening.
"Oh my god," I gasp. He's so fucking big, and I'm already so wet that he slides right into me.
"You like that?" he whispers in my ear. "You like being fucked against the wall?"
"Yeah," I whimper. "Use me, Johnny. Please."
"I'm not sure you're ready, baby," he says.
I'm so hot for him that I can't even take a deep breath, and I want to scream out when he stops thrusting. "Stop holding back," I say, my voice like sandpaper. "Please, Johnny, fuck me."
He shudders against me, and then he's moving again, hard and fast, filling me up. I can't even think about what it's going to be like when he finally lets go. I bet it'll be amazing.
I press my lips against his neck, exhaling hard against his ear. He slows down, grinding his cock deep inside me. "Still want it?" he asks. "You want me to fuck you hard?"
"Fuck me, Johnny," I say. "Hard."
"I'll fuck you however I want," he growls. "You're mine, Birdie."
He slams into me twice more, and he's close. I feel the familiar coiling in my stomach, and I'm ready to come apart at the seams.
"Come for me, Birdie," he grunts, his cock deep inside me.
"Oh Johnny," I moan, and I'm climbing. I'm climbing and I'm climbing--
He pulls out of me, letting me slide to my feet, and I whimper. The look on his face is almost enough to make me come without his dick buried deep inside me. I close my eyes and my back arches as the orgasm overtakes me, and he holds me up against the wall.
"That's what I wanted," he whispers. "That's what I fucking wanted."
"Wait," I say, my heart still pounding. "You didn't--"
"I'm not done with you yet," he says. "Don't worry."
He carries me to the bedroom, slamming the door open and kicking it shut, and throws me down onto the bed. I'm still recovering from my orgasm, and I can't even think straight as he crawls on top of me.
"You like that, don't you?" he asks, biting my earlobe, his hard cock against my pussy again. "You like being fucked like a whore, Birdie?"
I normally hate being talked to like this, but with Johnny...he's right. I do like being his whore. I like everything about this, his hands and his mouth, his hard cock ready to use me over and over.
"Maybe you need an even rougher fuck," he says, and he flips me over onto my stomach, dragging me by my arms up to my knees as he shoves his cock into my pussy.
"Oh god," I whimper, the angle hitting some place deep inside me that makes every nerve in my body scream. "Oh my fucking god."
"That's what you fucking need, isn't it?" he says. "You need a real man to fuck you."
"Yes," I gasp, my eyes rolling back into my head. "Fuck me."
