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Jesus, I was turned on. More so than I’d ever been in my life. So, his hands crept around my front and pushed my leggings and panties down to my knees before moving up and under my shirt and giving my nipples a hard pinch that made me grunt into the pitch-black around us. His breath came hard against the back of my neck while his hands continued, pushing my shirt until it was bunched under my arms and around my neck, so he had full access to my breasts.
“God, baby. I can smell your cunt. You’re ready for me, aren’t you?” he growled, nipping at the side of my neck.
Fuck yes, I was ready. I realized then I’d been ready since the last time we’d done this. I needed it. I needed him. Only one time and I was addicted. “Please,” I begged as he dragged his hands over my nipples slowly before cradling them both in his hands as if testing the weight.
It was driving me crazy. I wanted him inside me. I wanted him to make me come. This instant. I let out a frustrated moan, but he only took his time, though, mapping the landscape of my stomach and hips with those hands before finally slipping one of them between my legs.
I cried out, my head flying back, my eyes pinched closed.
“You’re soaking wet, too. You’re such a good girl. You knew what you needed so you came to get it. Isn’t that right, baby?”
I couldn’t answer. I could barely function. I wasn’t even in the room anymore. I was off in space somewhere between heaven and hell. The only thing holding me up was this big man and the wall in front of me.
“Isn’t that right?” he asked louder this time, with a hard pinch to my clit that sent a zing of pleasure-pain across my skin.
“Yes,” I cried out. I felt him smile against the side of my neck as he pushed a big finger inside of me. He used his other hand to push the Braves cap off my head and loosen my ponytail.
My hair fell around me and I heard him breathe in deep, wondering if maybe he’d been needing me, too. He sounded as out of control as I felt.
His hands left me and I almost turned around, scared and disoriented in the dark, until he ordered, “Shhh. I’m right here.”
I fell against the wall, listening to the sound of a wrapper and his grunt as he lined himself up against my core.
I pushed back against him with a grunt. He was so big and hard, it burned as he stretched me slowly, inch by inch, taking me from behind, driving me mad.
I wanted him to drive into me, put his hand back between my legs, and fuck me like he owned me, so I pressed back against him, my body greedy.
Grabbing my hips, he stilled me, continuing to push in slowly. “Be good, baby. Let me feel you. Let me fill you up. And then I promise I’ll fuck you like you need.”
I could feel myself grow even wetter at his words, my skin practically vibrating with need.
He finally pushed all the way in, kicking my legs as far apart as they would go with my leggings around my knees before leaning his front against my back and biting my ear hard. “How does my cock feel?” His hand came to my hair, pulling my head back and to the side so he could finally take my mouth.
There weren’t any soft kisses or romantic nibbles. No, he took from my mouth just like he did my body. Like it was for him alone. His tongue slid against mine, tasting me before roughly dipping inside. He bit at my lips and jaw and then dipped his tongue back into my mouth like he was starved for me.
Which I understood. I completely did because his mouth, his dick, his body were like my own personal drug. I couldn’t get enough of it. I pushed back against him, riding his cock as he brought his hands back to my breasts, pulling and pinching my nipples, punishing them.
The only sounds in the dark garage were our breathing and moans and the slick wet sounds of our sex.
It was the singular, most hottest moment of my life. I’d never felt more uninhibited, sexier, more wanted, more alive. And I wanted more.
I wanted to live in this moment. I wanted to roll around in it, revel in it, but I wanted to come more than any of those things.
“Fuck me hard,” I begged into his mouth.
One of his big hands landed on my hip, pulling us so tight together I didn’t know where I ended and he began. His other hand slid up my body and wrapped around my throat. I could feel his eyes on me even though I couldn’t see a damn thing. “I’m going to give you what you need, baby.”
And then he was fucking me. Pushing into me with enough force, I felt the wall move in front of me with every thrust. He squeezed my neck with his hand while his other bruised my hip. I lolled my head back against his shoulder beyond useless, feeling weightless and buzzed.
He completely held me up while using my body, thrusting into me hard and heavy, his soft grunts and whispered praises only sending me higher.
His hands. His mouth. His body. They took me out of my head and somewhere deeper into myself.
I brought my hands to my aching breasts, cradling them against his assault on my body, in a daze.
My orgasm came upon me, almost out of nowhere, shocking me and causing me to clench around him. My body locked up tight on a scream that I thought maybe the whole neighborhood could hear. But I had no fucks.
This cold man with hard eyes. This stranger. He was exactly what I needed. He was what my body and soul craved. He was my high in a series of lows.
