Diary Of A Slut

He slid two fingers into me, thrusting them roughly. I threw my head back and moaned, the pressure building in my core. I clenched around him as heat coursed through my body.

He placed hot and wet kisses down my neck and slipped his hand under my top and groped my breast through my bra.

After cursing into my ear, he curled his fingers around my bra cup and yanked it down so that my breast spilled right out of it.

He did the same to the other side and squeezed both of my breasts through my shirt, drawing his palms against my hard nipples.

He ground his hips against mine, and I let out a soft moan.

“I want you inside of me,” I whispered. He teased my nipples some more, taking them between his fingers and tugging softly on them through my dress material. “Please …”

      A wave of pleasure rushed through me, and I took a deep breath and clenched hard. My pussy was aching to be filled by my husband’s big cock, to be thrust into over and over again.

He tugged my hips closer to him, undid his belt, and pulled out his cock. After lifting the back of my dress, he rubbed it against my wetness until it was glistening with my juices.

      “Fuck,” he mumbled against my neck, slapping his cock against my core. He was poking right against my entrance.

So fucking close to just slipping right inside of me and ruining me while all our friends from church were right outside.

      He placed a hand on my lower back, making me arch more for him, and slipped himself inside of me. Inch by inch, he thrust into me slowly until he was deep in my pussy.

I clenched around him. He groped my breasts, squeezing them hard in his hands, and pulled me toward him with each thrust.

      I dug my nails into the wall, trying to keep my breathing even, but with every thrust, he was driving me closer and closer to the edge.

“Harder, Elijah …” I said. “Please, harder.”

His teeth grazed against my shoulder, and he bit down softly. I moaned a bit louder and slapped a hand over my mouth as his cock pumped faster into me. The pressure rose quickly in my core. Goodness, he felt better than he ever had.

      “More,” I whispered. “Give me more.”

He trailed his nose up the side of my neck. “You want more?”

I nodded, so freaking desperate for it. “Please.”

He grasped my hips, pulled me off the wall, and said, “Hands on the wall. Legs spread.”

      I posted my hands on the wall and spread my legs, needing him to put his cock back into me. He spit on his fingers, rubbed them into my pussy, and plunged back inside of me, his thrusts long and slow, hitting my G-spot every single time.

My toes curled, and I bit my lip to suppress a moan.

He wrapped his hand around the front of my neck and pulled me closer to him. “Is this what you want?”

      I whimpered, the pressure in my core driving me higher and higher. “Yes.”

“Were you thinking about this the whole time you were watching me in church this morning?” he asked.

I nodded and furrowed my brows.

He growled lowly in my ear, making me clench. “I was thinking about everything I’d do to you the second everyone left, but you decided to skip out and come back home to me.”

      My legs trembled slightly, and his hand around my throat tightened. Pleasure rushed through my body as he pounded his big cock into me from behind. I pushed my hips back against his to meet each of his thrusts. He picked up his pace.

      “Your pussy just got so tight for me, baby.” He chuckled against me. “You fucking love this, don’t you?” When I didn’t respond, because I couldn’t open my mouth without moaning loudly, he slapped my clit with his hand. “Answer me, Kiara”

      “Yes,” I cried out. “Yes … I love it. Fuck me harder. Come inside of me.”

“Beg for it,” he growled into my ear, still pumping into me from behind.

I dug my nails into the wall, the paint almost chipping under my fingers. Oh my goodness, this was … this was …

“If you want me to come inside of you, you’re going to have to beg louder than that.” He rubbed his fingers harshly against my clit.

      “Please,” I whispered, trying so hard not to moan as loudly as I usually did because everyone from church was right outside, having a damn good time. I buried my face against the wall, my pussy clenching even harder on his cock. “Please come inside of me.”

      He wrapped his hand into my hair again and pulled me toward him, so my back was arched. “As loud as you usually do,” he said. “Or I’ll choose where I put my cum … and I don’t think you’d like it all over these pretty little church clothes of yours.”

      I parted my lips, the pressure in my core rising with every moment. “Come inside of me.”

After growling lowly again, he turned me around to face him and pressed me against the wall, one hand around my throat pinning me to the wall, the other under my thigh, holding up my leg.

“I want to hear my girl beg to be filled. You sound like a dirty little slut when you do.”

He plunged himself deeper inside of me, and I moaned out in pleasure, my body trembling.

      “Please, Elijah …” I breathed, voice shaky.

He roughly brushed his thumb against my lips and pushed it into my mouth.

      “Please, come inside of me. I need it more than anything.”

When the words left my mouth, he thrust hard up into my pussy, fingers brushing against my clit. My pussy quivered on him, and I cried out, knowing that he was filling me up.

My fingers curled into his chest, and I clenched hard on him as he pulled himself out of me, inch by inch.

I took a deep breath through my nose and relaxed against the wall, feeling his cum pump out of me.

He lifted my dress and stared down at my pussy. “Spread your legs.”

      I clenched hard but spread my legs and watched the cum slowly drip down my inner thighs from my pussy, which was creamed with his cum. It kept coming out of me, and Elijah smirked at it.

“You’ve taken so much of me,” he mumbled against my lips. “Let’s hope nobody heard you begging for it.”

Elijah was... Everything.

But we broke up a year later when I had to leave.

Since I've told you all this gory, beautiful stories about myself and it is time to finally close the curtains.

I'm sad to go. Trust me, I am, but it's been fun sharing my deepest, sexiest secrets with you.

I guess we might just call this entire book "the diary of a slut"