I Want You To Fuck Me

DAVID

It had been two days since I’d fucked Mira against that hospital wall. 

Two fucking days, and she was all I could think about. 

I stepped into the shower to cool off, but it did nothing to quench the fire raging in my veins. 

The memory of the way her ass jiggled with every thrust haunted me, how it reddened under my spanks, her moans as she milked every drop of cum from me. 

I wanted to go to her, to do such nasty things to her but I couldn’t. I had nothing to take me to the hospital and I had no idea where she lived. 

So I settled to jerking off until my hand cramped. But it was a poor substitute that left me frustrated and aching. 

Nothing could replace the slick heat of Mira’s cunt. 

Steam filled the bathroom now, fogging the mirror as I leaned against the tiled wall, my soapy hand wrapping around my dick. 

Like usual, It was already hard and throbbing in my palm. 

My eyes closed as I began to imagine Mira while I stroked myself. She was on her knees like a good little girl, her full, bouncy tits straining her scrub top, her nipples hard and begging to be pinched. 

I groaned, already feeling my body react to her imaginary mouth wrapping around my dick. 

She looked up at me with those dark eyes, her tongue swirling around my tip, lapping up the pre-cum like it was her favorite treat. 

I began to stroke a little faster, a moan rumbling from my throat as I imagined fisting her ponytail and pushing her deeper onto my cock, fucking her until she gagged and choked and begged me to stop but I would not.

“AH, fuck.” 

I stroked even faster, my moans rising over the slick sounds of my hand jerking and twisting my shaft. 

I imagined pulling out of her mouth just to bend her over the sink and slam into her wet pussy. 

Oh, how she’d moan for me, beg me not to stop, scream filthy things. 

“Scream for me, slut,” I’d command her, reaching over to fist her throat. 

Her moans would turn to cries, her nails scraping the marble while I fucked her like an animal, and I wouldn’t stop.

I’d never stop. I jerked even faster, feeling my release near, bucking my hips. 

Just a few more strokes… I was right on the edge, my breaths became harsh and ragged, my balls drawing up tight. 

Then the sound of the doorbell broke my concentration. 

Once. 

Twice. 

Then a relentless ringing, like the fucker outside was trying to break it. 

“Motherfucker!” I roared, feeling the edge of my release slip away. 

My dick pulsed angrily, as I shut off the water with a vicious twist. 

Whoever was at the door would fucking regret it. 

Snatching a towel, I wrapped it loosely around my waist, not bothering to dry properly as I stormed through the house to the front door with my erection still half-hard and my mind still reeling with thoughts of Mira. 

I flung the door open, ready to snap, and froze.  

Mira was standing on my porch like a dream come to life. She was in a flimsy sundress that hugged her curves, while her nipples peeked out beneath, not covered with a bra. 

Blood shot back down and I could feel myself getting hard like a rock.

Mira 

I couldn’t believe I’d driven to David’s door like some desperate woman. 

But ever since that day he fucked me against the wall, I hadn’t been able to sleep, eat, or focus at work. I’d fingered myself multiple times in the staff bathroom, imagining his perfect cock inside me, but it wasn’t enough. I got a dildo but my pussy needed the real thing. I needed to suck it, fuck it and crave that orgasm only David and his wonderfully juicy cock could give me.

And now, here he was, towering in the doorway, fresh from the shower, looking like a goddamned sex god. 

Water droplets clung to his dark hair, dripping down his forehead and tracing glistening paths over his broad, sculpted chest. His pecs flexed with each breath, nipples erect from the cool air, begging to be licked, sucked, bitten. 

I let my eyes trail those droplets of water. I wanted so badly to lick them down to the chiseled V of his groin and rub my face in the patch of dark hair I found there. 

My gaze lifted to his arms that looked so powerful, like they could lift me effortlessly, slam me against a wall, and hold me there while his dick destroyed me. 

I swallowed and my gaze went down again to his towel that was barely hanging on and the massive bulge straining through clear as day. 

My mouth watered and I’m glad I didn’t bother wearing panties. 

Shamelessly, I eye-fucked him, imagining ripping that towel away, dropping to my hands and knees, and letting him have me. 

My pussy clenched and I could feel a quiet trail of wetness between my thighs. 

David stared back, his eyes devouring me with the same feral hunger. The air between us was sharp like electricity. We both knew what we wanted. 

“Are you going to usher me in, or do you want us to fuck out here on the porch where your neighbors can watch?”

At my words, his dick twitched and a low growl rumbled from his chest. 

He stepped aside wordlessly and locked the door behind us.

Before I could say another word, David shoved me against the wall, his wet body pressing hard against mine, his erection pushing against my thigh.

“What are you doing here, Mira?” he demanded, his hands gripping my hips. 

“I want you to fuck me, David.” I matched his hard gaze with my hungry one. 

He groaned and crashed his mouth onto mine. His kiss was hard and punishing kiss, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth to dominate. 

I kissed him back hungrily, my hands roaming down his wet chest, running all over the body I’d fantasized about too fucking much. 

David shifted, and his dick rubbed inbetween my thighs. I moaned into his mouth, grinding against him.

“I’ve been jerking off to you non-stop,” he muttered against my lips, pushing up my dress as he dropped to his knees. “I want to taste your pretty cunt.” 

He shoved my legs apart and the second his mouth latched onto my pussy, I threw my head at the wave of relief and desire rushing through me.