My chest rose and fell as I tried to gather myself, the cool air brushing against my heated skin. “Oh, fuck,” I murmured, my voice shaky. “I’m not sure I’ve ever cum that fucking hard,” I admitted, my words coming out in a hushed, awestruck tone.
My gaze flickered down, feeling the way my pussy still throbbed, the faint aftershocks making my legs twitch slightly. His fingers grazed my inner thigh, their touch light and soothing, sending a fresh shiver through me as he let me come down slowly.
Leaning in, he pressed soft, reverent kisses to my inner thigh, nibbling gently, his breath warm against my skin. I moaned softly, running my fingers through his hair with a more tender touch now, stroking him as I caught my breath. He smiled up at me, his expression filled with satisfaction and unspoken promises, and began kissing his way back up my body.
Each kiss was slow and deliberate, his lips brushing over the curve of my stomach, moving higher to the swell of my breasts. I arched up into him, pressing myself against his chest. His hands cupped my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples, drawing another soft moan from me.
Then his hands slid up my arms, gathering my wrists and pinning them gently above my head. His forehead rested against mine, his dark eyes locking with mine as his thick shaft dragged teasingly against my still-sensitive lips.
“You’re incredible,” he whispered, his voice low and reverent, the words brushing against my skin like a caress. His hips pressed back into me, his intent clear as he leaned closer.
“You’re the one who made me cum harder than I ever have before,” I murmured, my voice thick with desire.
Holding my wrists with one hand, his other traced along my cheek, his thumb brushing over my lips before slipping inside. “Where do you want my cum?” he asked, a wicked grin curling his lips as he watched my reaction.
I moaned softly, closing my eyes for a moment as the question sent a wave of heat through me. “Oh god,” I mumbled round his thumb, my voice trembling. “I want it everywhere. But if I have to choose… I want it deep within me.”
He chuckled, his voice low and rich, sending a shiver through me. “Oh, I’m going to enjoy you all night,” he murmured, his grin dark and full of promise. “We’ll paint your body with my cum.”
“You’re greedy for it, aren’t you?” he teased, his tone both playful and commanding.
Guiding the head of his cock to my wet, eager entrance, he paused, savouring the moment. The stretch was immediate, intense, as he pushed forward, feeling how tight I was. His large hand curled tenderly but firmly around my throat, his thumb brushing over my pulse as I nodded eagerly.
“Yes,” I gasped, my voice breathless. “I’m a greedy, greedy girl. “Do you think you can handle it? Do you think you can feed my need?”
He thrust forward suddenly, filling me completely, making me cry out. His thumb pressed against my lips, slipping into my mouth as he growled, “I’m going to fuck you all night, you gorgeous married slut.”
I quivered beneath him, my body trembling with excitement, the sheer filth of his words igniting something deep inside me. He started to rock his hips, his cock buried to the hilt, grinding inside me with deliberate precision. Each movement was controlled yet overwhelming, leaving me desperate for more.
“Yes, please,” I begged, thrusting back to meet him. “Fuck me all night. Don’t stop. Wear me out and coat me with your cum.”
A guttural growl escaped him as he pinned me down, his hands gripping my wrists, holding me firmly in place. He set a deep, pounding rhythm, his thrusts driving me into the bed.
Taking me. Using me.
I cried out with each thrust, my voice rising with every collision of our bodies. “Oh my god,” I gasped, my words almost incoherent. “You’re so big.”
He leaned back slightly, his eyes roaming over me, taking in the sight of my body laid bare before him. The candlelight flickered, highlighting every curve, every bead of sweat, my slight breasts bouncing with each thrust, as I surrendered completely to him, shimmering beneath his gaze.
I felt my body shake with each deep, hard thrust as Tom growled low in his throat, the sound guttural and raw. His movements were powerful and deliberate, driving into me with unrelenting intensity. Each motion sent waves of pleasure coursing through me, leaving me gasping and moaning beneath him.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I whimpered, my voice trembling with need. “Cum in me. Fuck, yes, give it to me. Fucking fuck me and fill me.”
My desperate words seemed to push him over the edge. I felt his body tense above me, and he let out a deep, primal growl as his cock pulsed and jerked inside me. Warmth flooded me as he came, his hips slamming forward one final time as he emptied himself completely into me.
I cried out, my moans blending with his as the sensations overwhelmed me. He stayed buried deep inside me, his weight pressing against me as his forearms rested on either side of my head. A confident smile played across his lips as he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to mine. Slowly, he pulled out, the lingering warmth of the moment still coursing through both of us.
Laying back on the bed, he smirked and said, “Clean my cock, then come back up here.”
Grinning, I slid down under him, eagerly taking him into my mouth. My tongue swirled around him, tasting the mixture of us as my lips worked tirelessly. The sensation was exquisite as I savoured every moment, feeling his cock twitch in response to my enthusiasm. His cum began to drip from my pussy, pooling on the sheets beneath as I continued.
Finally spent, I crawled back up to lay on his chest, my breaths matching his as I nestled against him. “How long do you need?” I asked, my eyes glowing with renewed lust as my hand traced over his softening cock.
He stroked my cheek with a teasing smile. “With you? Not very long, I don’t think.”
Straddling him, I rubbed my wet slit and clit against his crotch, pleasuring myself as he stirred back to life. His hands slid up my thighs, his voice low and playful. “You’re an insatiable little thing, aren’t you?”
Thrusting my chest forward, I stuck out my tongue with a mischievous grin. “Are you complaining? Should I find someone else to satisfy me? The landlord looked like he might be up for it.”
His growl rumbled deep in his chest as his hand slid up my body, curling firmly around my throat. Pulling my face close to his, his voice dropped to a low, dangerous tone. “You’re not going anywhere.” His hand smacked against my ass, the sharp sound echoing in the room. “I’m going to send you home filled with my cum. You’ll have the taste of it with you for days.”
I could feel him, now, hard as a rock again as he shifted, sliding up into me as I rubbed myself on him.
I began to drive down wildly on him, turned on by the thought of him coating me. He growled deeply, his voice rough with intent. “I’m going to cover you in my cum, fill your ass with my cum, and stuff this pretty married mouth with it. You’re going to be my cumslut.”
“Yes, yes, yes, give it to meee,” I cried out, my body responding eagerly to his words.
His arms wrapped tightly around me, holding me down on top of him as he pistoned his hips upward, fucking me hard and deep. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through me, and I threw my head back, riding him with abandon. The sharp smack of his hand against my ass made me gasp, my tight body writhing on top of him in unrestrained pleasure.
One of my hands pressed firmly against his chest, the other reaching to pinch my nipple as he rocked his hips to meet my movements. He watched me, half-mesmerised, his gaze locked on to every motion. The air between us was thick with heat, and the sound of our bodies colliding filled the room as I lost myself in the rhythm.
I leaned down, pressing my body against him so I could speed up, my hips slamming down against his cock. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I moaned, my voice breaking with intensity.
His hands kneaded my ass as he growled in my ear, “Such a good girl,” his words vibrating against my skin. He slammed his cock inside me, fucking me hard, taking me completely.
I began making small mewling sounds, as I climbed closer and closer to climax. Tom growled low in his throat, his movements rough and deliberate, driving his cock deeper and deeper inside me. My body felt pliable under his hands, each thrust manipulating me with ease, pushing me to the brink.
Finally, I shuddered on top of him, my body seizing as the waves of pleasure rolled through me, each crest hitting harder than the last. A long, low moan escaped my lips, my voice trembling with the sheer intensity of the release. The orgasm wasn’t as forceful as the first, but it carried a depth that made my body ache in the most satisfying way. My thighs trembled uncontrollably against his hips, my fingers digging into his chest as I tried to ground myself in the storm of sensation.
“So good,” I murmured, my voice a soft, breathless whisper. My body quaked as the aftershocks rippled through me, drawing out the moment as I clung to the overwhelming pleasure. Every nerve felt alive, humming with the remnants of ecstasy as I slowly came back to myself, my chest rising and falling against his in tandem with our ragged breaths.
We spent the night in a haze of passion, our bodies intertwined as the hours slipped away. Neither of us sought sleep, too caught up in the heat and the connection to pause. By the time the first light of dawn crept through the curtains, I was straddling Tom’s hips, grinding down onto his cock as I rode him with unrestrained passion. My thighs ached, every hole in my body felt raw and tender, my skin slick with sweat and sticky from the cum that was spread over my body.
But, the fire between us refused to die. I had lost track of how many times we had both climaxed through the night. The hours had passed in a blur of heat and ecstasy, and still, I couldn’t get enough of him. The gap between our climaxes were longer now, both our bodies reacting to the draining, exhaustion that resulted from countless climaxes. We had been building this one for over an hour, both of us finally nearing the peak as our breathless moans filled the room alongside the sounds of the bed creaking beneath us.
As I moved, my phone buzzed on the nightstand. At first, I ignored it, too consumed by the rhythm of our bodies, but when I glanced over, my stomach dropped. It was my husband. Hesitating only a moment, I reached for the phone and answered, trying to keep my voice steady even as Tom’s cock thrust deeply into me.
“Hi, love,” I said, my tone breathless but composed. Tom’s hands gripped my hips, guiding me as I tried to focus on the call. My heart raced for entirely different reasons now.
“Are you alright?” my husband asked, concern clear in his voice.
“Yes,” I replied quickly, biting my lip as a moan threatened to escape. Tom’s movements slowed slightly, but the intensity in his eyes told me he wasn’t stopping. “I’m fine. I just woke up.”
“I’m already on my way to pick you up, the roads have cleared.” he said, my eyes widened in horror, even as my body shuddered. I could feel Tom smirk beneath me, his cock driving into me at a deliberately steady pace.
“Thank you, see you soon,” I managed, forcing my voice into something resembling normalcy. “Drive safe.”
The moment I ended the call, Tom’s pace quickened, his hips driving up to meet mine with an urgency that mirrored my own. A desperate heat spread through me, and I leaned down, pressing my chest to his, as I clung to him. I had to finish, one last time.
Each thrust sent shockwaves through my body, the pressure inside me mounting to an almost unbearable peak. “Fuck,” I gasped, grinding down harder, my movements frantic as if the world would stop if I didn’t reach that edge. My thighs burned, my breath came in ragged gasps, but I couldn’t stop. Every nerve in my body screamed for release, the sensation building higher and higher.
Tom’s dark eyes locked on mine. The intensity of his gaze pushed me further, his smirk only spurring me on as his cock filled me over and over. My muscles clenched around him, my body trembling as I felt the climax cresting, the unstoppable wave about to break.
“Oh, God, yes,” I cried, my voice breaking into a desperate moan as the dam finally burst. Pleasure crashed over me, leaving me gasping and shaking as my body convulsed on top of him. My vision blurred, as my orgasm consumed me, the release so powerful I could barely think.
I collapsed onto him, my body still quivering as the aftershocks rippled through me, leaving me raw and trembling. My breath mingled with his, our hearts racing in unison as the remnants of my orgasm faded, though the heat between us remained electric.
He hadn’t finished. I needed him to finish. I kept moving, my hips grinding against him as I begged, “Cum for me. Fill me. Please, Tom. Quickly. My husband will be here so soon.” My voice was desperate, my hands braced on his chest as I rode him harder.
With a growl, he rolled me onto my back, spreading my legs wide. His cock drove into me, relentless and overwhelming. My moans filled the room as I arched beneath him, begging him to release inside me. “Please, Tom,” I whispered, my voice breaking with desperation. “I need it. Fill me up. Let me feel you. Don’t stop until you’ve given me everything.” My words tumbled out in a heated rush, each one dripping with urgency as my body clung to his, trembling and pleading for the release only he could provide. His hands gripped my knees, holding me open as his thrusts grew erratic.
Finally, with a deep groan, he exploded inside me. I gasped as the warm thick semen flooded my sex, my back arching as the final waves of pleasure consumed us both.
I didn’t waste a moment. Slipping off the bed, I rushed for the shower, a fresh trail of his cum running down my thigh mixing with the remnants of the rest of the night.
The hot water cascaded over me, washing away the sweat and stickiness, soothing my worn body. I let the warmth envelop me as I began to frantically clean myself. Starting with my hair, I lathered shampoo into the strands, scrubbing vigorously. My fingers worked through the tangles, remembering how Tom had shot a load of cum into my hair from behind. He had then grabbed my hair, pulling my head back as he thrust back into me, his hand inadvertently working the cum deep into my hair as his grip tightened.
Moving to my face, I carefully washed away the traces of the night. I couldn’t help but recall how one of his loads had struck me directly in the face, splashing across my cheek and running down my chin. I remembered how it had dripped onto my chest, pooling between my breasts before being smeared everywhere as our bodies writhed together.
My hands moved lower to my toned stomach, where rivulets of his release had trailed down during the night. I scrubbed the skin, tracing the sticky paths where his cum had smeared as he pressed me to him, our bodies locked in frantic passion. My breath caught at the vivid memory, my fingers trembling as I worked the soap in.
Finally, I reached between my thighs, where the freshest and most vivid reminders of the night clung. His cum had coated there as it had leaked out of me, smeared as he held my legs apart, continuing to thrust into me with relentless fervour. My inner thighs, my raw labia lips, and the rise of my mons were all smeared with a combination of our juices. The water mixed with the remnants of him as I washed, a trail running down to the drain. I could still feel the way his cock had filled me, the pressure and heat as he came deep inside. My fingers lingered there for a moment, tracing the now-clean skin, before rinsing it all away.
It was soon all washed away but the memories were all still vibrant, etched into my mind. My skin still tingled, every nerve alive with the echoes of our night together.
Emerging from the bathroom wrapped in a towel, I saw Tom sitting on the edge of the bed, watching me with a small smile. I leaned down, kissed him softly, and whispered, “Thank you for last night.” His hand lingered on mine for a moment before I straightened and hurried to get dressed.
I could feel his eyes watching my body as I hurriedly pulled on my clothes. Despite the exertions of the night it was all I could do to not just throw the clothes back on the floor and mount him again. But there was no time.
I rushed outside just as my husband pulled up. The cold morning air stung my freshly scrubbed cheeks as I waved to him, smiling as he stepped out to greet me. As I climbed into the car, I took one last glance back at the building, seeing Tom at the window of the room, a mix of emotions swirling within me as we drove away.
