It became a sort of game for me. Could I make Corey come quickly? I knew it wouldn’t be the last time we had sex tonight. We were too riled up, too aroused, too horny for us to do it once and go to bed. If I could make him come here, he’d last that much longer about thirty minutes later when he was ready for round two.
“Oh, fuck, this feels incredible.”
I looked up and tried to give him the sexiest eyes that I could. Corey would give it up to me. I would make him by any means necessary. I started humming to get him to start losing control—that seemed to work.
But I only got so far before Corey pulled out, lifted me up, tore off my clothes, and pressed me against the wall.
“You got me too fucking riled not to fuck you,” he growled into my ear. “And now you’re mine again.”
I shivered as I felt his cock brushing against my pussy. It was so hard, and I was so wet. I could barely contain my trembling legs as I eagerly waited for him to slip inside.
And then he entered into me, and it was like I’d never come the first go-around. His cock filled me so much and brushed so tightly inside of me that I felt like I was going to collapse again into him.
He gripped my hips tightly and thrust himself deep into me. I looked back at a face that was determined as could be to fucking make me orgasm. I’d seen that face before, but I’d blocked it out of my memory following the breakup.
Now, seeing it with fresh eyes, it was one of the hottest fucking things I’d ever seen in my life. It was a primal face that defied description and normal adjectives; there was something almost animalistic about it. The best I could say was that it was a face that wouldn’t allow for words, only action until he got what he wanted.
And I couldn’t fucking wait to feel his seed fill me. I wanted that warm cum inside of me, that feeling of his cock exploding and twitching against my pussy. Oh, I fucking needed it—too long since I’d gotten that.
“Yes, Corey, yes,” I said. “Let me feel you come, baby.”
Corey moved his hands up, over my side, and around my torso to grab my tits. He pulled me hard into him, squeezing and thrusting and pinching and pounding…oh, fuck, I could feel the second orgasm approaching. I closed my eyes in anticipation as it came like a tidal wave that seemed to form out of nowhere. How he’d made that happen so quick…
My body shook and clenched over his cock. He let out a short laugh that told me he knew what he’d accomplished. He kept up the pace until my body finally relaxed, though he didn’t stop; he just slowed.
“Come with me,” he commanded.
Our naked bodies moved through his apartment to his bedroom. As soon as we got there, he tossed me on the bed and wasted barely any time getting inside. From there, he was like a jackhammer.
He’d made me come twice. He was more than welcome to do whatever the fuck he wanted to now.
It took but a couple minutes for him to come, and the feeling of him being right up on the edge was so damn sexy. Corey was loud when he came—there was no, “Wait, did you come?” question. He grunted, he groaned, he yelled in primal fury when he came. Right now, he was in the louder-than-usual grunt phase.
I could feel him swelling in me, his cock stiffening to incredible levels.
“Give it to me, Corey,” I said. “Let me feel you come, yes.”
I wrapped my arms around him and held him close. He was…right…
“Fuck!”
There.
His cock twitched as I felt his warm seed fill me. His roars filled the apartment, the dominant cry of a man who had gotten what he wanted.Just as I’d done twice already,I thought with a smile.
Corey’s orgasm lasted quite a bit of time, at least perhaps relative to my expectations—again, it wasn’t like this was something I’d had any experience with since our breakup. When he finally did finish, he pulled out, rolled to the side of the bed, and pulled me in close.
That was surprising—he’d never done that when we were together. He’d always just rolled over and showered or rolled over and slept or rolled over and done anything but be close. But now, after everything that happened?
It was sweet. It made my heart flutter. I thought of saying something, but it didn’t feel right for the moment.
So eventually, I just let myself start to fall asleep.
If I could say the night ended with me passed out in Corey’s arms, I could say that was, indeed, a good night.
* * *
I woke up the next morning hungover.
