The underwear I have on is nothing compared to how insistent his fingers are, and he rips it down, putting me on the ground long enough to pull it off so I can kick it to the floor. As soon as I’m free of my underwear, he unbuttons his pants and my jaw drops.
He’s huge.
Like, someone-call-a-doctor huge. He catches the look on my face and laughs, which only makes me more embarrassed, but not for long.
I can’t help that I want him so badly. I should ask him for a condom or, fuck, at least his name, but I can’t form the words before he’s slipped inside of me, thrusting into me and taking me for his own. I’m back against the wall, and now the brick is digging into my skin as he forces himself into me, thrusting deeper and deeper, stretching my walls open.
As he fucks me, he trails kisses down my neck and bare collarbone. A series of small nips and open mouthed kisses are like fire on my skin and I gasp, trying to keep my eyes from rolling back in my head.
It’s been more than a year since I’ve been fucked like this and I scream, throwing my head back as he enters me. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and my body responds, my muscles tightening around his cock as he pushes himself deeper and deeper into me.
“Fuck, Eva, let it out,” he murmurs, still pushing me against the wall. I’m starting to slip, even though I’m caught between his hard body and the wall, and he spins around, holding me close to him, and then flips me and bends me over the sofa, digging his hands into my hips. My legs feel like jelly and I lean forward as he reaches down to rub my clit, making it feel like I’m about to come apart at the seams.
“Oh, shit!” I cry, digging my fingers into the leather of the sofa. He doesn’t let up, only teasing me more, sliding his fingers around my clit before rubbing it hard enough to make my legs shake even more. I’m not going to be able to stand for much longer.
Except he doesn’t let me fall. Not only is he gripping my hips so tightly that I couldn’t move away from him even if I’ve tried, but he’s impaled me on his huge cock and I feel him pump into me. The muscles in my pussy pull at him each time he pulls back to thrust again, and I’m growing tighter and tighter around him.
I can’t handle the feeling of him filling me and playing with my clit. My breathing is shallow and fast and I gasp as he finally sends me over the edge. It’s like my entire body is falling apart and I throw myself over the sofa, trying hard to stay on my feet. The pain of his huge cock in me is completely overwhelmed by the way my nerves are all screaming and responding to what he’s doing to my clit.
He gives me a rough pinch and I cry out again, second waves coursing through my body. Nobody’s ever touched me like this before and I can’t move.
“Fuck, Eva, you feel good,” he murmurs, stilling in me before sliding out and picking me back up. I feel him come in me, feel him release himself into me as he pumps deeper and closer to my cervix. Dammit, it feels so good.
I can barely breathe. Without looking at him, I pull my dress down and try to catch my breath. His cum runs down my leg and I almost reach to wipe it, but I don’t want him to see me do that. My brain is having a hard time figuring out what just happened and I feel a little dizzy, but he looks calm and collected.
For that reason, I’d rather let his cum run down my leg than move to wipe it up.
For some reason, I don’t want him to see me make any move that would make me look weak. It’s obvious, just by looking at him, that this guy isn’t weak. He’s the kind of guy who gets exactly what he wants and doesn’t let anyone stand in his way.
What the hell did I just do? I came here to hang out with my friend, not get fucked by the hottest guy I’ve ever seen, and yet I’m now standing with my skin on fire, his cum on my leg, and I can’t catch my breath.
“You’ve seen the back room now.” Even as he pulls up his pants and fixes his belt, I don’t want to look at him. “You can tell your little friend how wonderful it was.” He turns and grabs a tissue from the table by the sofa and hands it to me, but I simply slip it into my bra.
His face hardens a little, and I’m surprised. He doesn’t want to watch me clean up, does he? It’s obvious to me that he does this all the time, and that I’m nothing more than a quick fuck in the back of the bar. I wonder who he knows around here to be able to use this room as his own person sex room whenever he wants.
Thinking about it makes my face flame. What the hell did I just do? It wasn’t a mistake – at least, I
