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  It had been weeks since I last felt his touch, although it felt like months. As time passed thoughts of his muscular body and soft lips began to slip into my mind more and more often it seemed. I had never longed for a someone like I did for him. I looked down at my phone to check the time. “He said he would be here by now” I thought to myself. Just as I began to let myself start worrying I got a text from him. “be there in 2” it read. I smiled a little as I read his text, my heart started to beat faster. Not because I was nervous, I never felt nervous around him. My heart started to beat faster because I was excited for what the night was going to bring. All of a sudden, I heard a loud knocking coming from my door. Without hesitation, I bounced to my feet and quickly ran downstairs. Before I could fully open the door he stepped inside and wrapped me up tight in his arms kissing me with excitement and tenderness. Even from his welcoming embrace I could feel myself getting hot with anticipation. My sexual desires for him were hard to control. Something about him was so intriguing to me. I always wanted more and needless to say having spent weeks apart from one another my desires had grown significantly. “Come on” I said while grabbing his rough hand. “Let's go have a drink and catch up.”

  He was always traveling and going on wild adventures. I could listen to his stories all day. When he spoke, I couldn’t help but glance at his soft lips or melt a little when he flashed his dreamy smile. I couldn’t help but notice the way the veins on his arm would show when he left it in one spot for too long. I didn’t know why I was so attracted to him. Yes, he was handsome, adventurous, and funny but he made me long for him in ways I had never longed for anyone before. I craved everything about him. From his looks, to the way he smelt, to his charming personailty, to the way he had turned my wildest fantasies into a reality.. It didn't take long for my head to start spinning with memories of him from nights past. As he continued to tell me of his newest travles, I found myself inching in closer. I couldn’t stop myself. His eyes fell to my lips that I had brought in closer. His words started to slow and then stopped as gently he cupped my face and leaned in to kiss me. Slowly. I started to draw my body in closer next to his on the couch. He started to make his way to my neck. I let out a quiet sigh of pleasure. He liked this. He began to grab me tighter. I closed my eyes as he began to run his fingers through my hair. Feeling my breaths starting to get heavier and hotter. I stopped and asked “do you want to go upstairs?” “let’s go” he said, not missing a beat. He grabbed my hand and swiftely pulled me up the stairs behind him. As soon we made our way into my dimly lit room he wasted no time. His shirt was off and he grabbed me firmly pulling me in close. I ran my hands all over his muscular body. I liked the way his body felt pushed up against mine. I also liked it rough. And he knew that.

  Pushing me up against the cool wall behind me he began running his hands slowly up and down my body. Still kissing me and brushing his hands over my breasts and panties. I let out a louder sigh than the one I let out on the couch. This time it was more of a moan than a sign. He liked it when he made me moan. He suddenly gripped my neck tightly while watching my moaning mouth slowly turn into a small silent smile. “You like that don’t you?” he asked with a satisfied look on his face. He pulled my body away from the wall and threw me on to my bed.

  I couldn’t tell if I hated or loved this next part. This was the part where he liked to tease me. He liked to make me beg for it. It pleased him to watch me want him so badly. “Please baby give it to me” I begged him. “Please I got so wet for you just like you asked me to, please.” He covered my mouth with his hand and began to press his penis through his pants into my clit. As he continued to rub my clit I could feel his penis getting harder. This only made my desires grow stronger. “Baby please stop teasing me you know how wet I get when you rub my clit like that.” He ran his hands down my hot sweating body and into my panties. “You are really wet” he said, “maybe you do deserve it a little bit”. He began to work his way down my body leaving a slow trail of kisses and gentle bites. As he neared my panties my breaths began to get faster. I could feel myself getting wetter the longer he dragged it out. He was taking his sweet time. Making me think I was going to get it but would pull away at the last second. He liked to punish me in this way. The anticipation was driving me mad. Before I knew it, he pulled my panties off and drove his tongue inside of me, setting off a moan that was music to his ears. I grabbed his hair pulled and yanked him closer. He thrust one finger inside of me and crooked it. Hitting me in the spot that turns my moans into one long, toe curling moan. I began to shudder against him my legs quaking. I shouted out “I’m going to come baby don’t stop please don’t stop” As soon as I said this he stopped and flipped me onto my hands and knees. “You don’t come until I say you can” he said aggressively. He drew his hand back and spanked me “you’ve been a bad girl”. He said while roughly grasping a handful of my hair and pulling it back. He spanked me again. “I’m sorry” I said. ‘I won’t come until you say I can. Please stop teasing me I promise ill be good.” I was beginning to plead for him to let me have it. I liked being teased but he had brought me so close to orgasm I couldn't take his games any longer. At this point he was having trouble making me wait. He liked to tease me because he knew how much I liked it but he could no longer resist. Still on my elbows and knees he slid his cock inside of me. It went in slowly but easily because of how wet he had gotten me. We both let out a slow satisfied sigh. He began thrusting his hips hitting my back side. The sensation was so good I had to burry my face in a pillow to prevent myself from screaming. He grabbed a handful of my hair as his thrusts became more intense. Faster and faster. It felt so good I reached one hand back and dug my nails into his thigh. Screaming into my pillow. He spanked me and started thrusting even faster. Suddenly he stopped and threw me over onto my back and kissed me. “Please say that I can come please baby.” I cried. He grinned and put in just the tip. “beg for it.” He said. I started moaning with anticipation and before I knew it with one quick thrust he was fully inside of me. “Does that feel good baby?” he asked in between heavy breaths. It did feel good. So good I had to muffle my screams by biting his muscular shoulders digging my nails in deeper to his back and running them up and down his body. He grabbed my neck again. This time harder. “You naughty bitch I want you to come on my cock”. These words excited me even more I was already so close to coming. “Make me come” I said as I dug my nails into his back harder. His thrusts became faster “Do it. Come for me right now.” Just as he said that I felt my knees lock, my toes curl and a warm intense shiver shot through out my entire body. “I’m coming” I said “don’t stop please baby don’t”. He liked to make me come before he did. He said he likes the way my hot come feels on him. He let out a sigh, indicating he was almost there. Still quivering from my own orgasm he told me he was going to come. “I’m almost there” “come on my tits” I replied. He pulled out and finished all over my breasts rubbing it around. He let out a loud sigh which pleased me. Knowing I had done an excellent job of satisfying him. We both flopped on our backs panting and smiling.

  Shortly after I got up to find us a towel. On my way to the bathroom something caught my eye as I walked past the mirror. A giant bruise was forming on my neck. Not a hickey bruise. No. It was a bruise from his rough hands choking me. He made me do and say things I never would have had the courage to do or explore before him. I liked this side he brought out in me. Pleased with my bruised neck I grinned to myself and hurried back with the towel to clean up. It wouldn’t be long before we would be at it again.

 

 

  Madeleine Grace, At Last

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