I met him at a party older, confident, and the second he grabbed my waist and whispered in my ear, I was done. We barely made it through his front door before he had me pinned to the wall, panties pushed aside, and slid inside me raw. No teasing, just pure hunger.
He bent me over every surface the couch, the bed, even the kitchen counter. He fucked me rough, called me his slut, and made me watch in the mirror while he took me from behind. I came more times than I could count.
Every time I thought we were done, he’d grab me again flip me over, slide in deep, and make me moan like a pornstar. At one point, he woke me up at 3 a.m. with his tongue between my legs and didn’t stop until I was a shaking mess.
By morning, I couldn’t walk straight. My body was sore, my throat hoarse, and all I could think was: I want more.
Yeah… he fucked me all night and I loved every filthy second of it.
