I gasp as his flesh smacks against my pussy lips.
Suddenly he’s gone again and I want to scream, but before I can, I feel his breath along my pussy lips before a drop of spit slides down my slit.
He squeezes my ass, spreading me wide. I can only imagine what I look like as he slides the head of his cock through my spit covered pussy before sliding into me.
I hold on to the table beneath me as he pushes deep inside of me. My walls accommodate his significant length and I wonder if he can hear my needy moans of pleasure.
Unlike everything else, this isn’t a slow introduction as he fucks me deeply, bottoming out, and filling me completely.
His thrusts aren’t brutal, but they are deep and languid.
The way I know he’s watching his length slide in and out of me has me arching my back and gripping the table to the point I know my knuckles are white.
It feels so right and wrong at the same time. How can a man I’ve never seen or spoken to work my body in a way no one else has ever been able to manage?
His thighs rub against my ass and I moan, feeling the combined wetness of my arousal and his spit collecting on the bench. For a long moment he doesn’t move, just rests deep inside of me, feeling my pussy flutter around him.
The sound of buzzing is barely audible, but the sensation is immediate as he presses the vibrator against my clit as he fucks me.
My thighs tremble and moans of uninhibited, fearless pleasure rip from my throat. My nails scratch against the bench and I’m so fucking close.
I’m right there on the precipice. My impending orgasm is begging to be released and my back arches off the bench, my legs writhing in both pain and a need for both of us to come.
He pulls out and removes the toy.
The annoyed groan that leaves me is comical and I wonder if he enjoys how much he’s torturing me.
He slaps the head of his cock against my clit three times before placing the small vibrator between us; the sensation radiating around my clit and the head of his cock.
Again, I’m so close, if he would just fill me up.
“Please,” I whisper to myself, knowing he can’t hear but needing the words involuntarily slipping from my lips.
He pulls away again, and I’m so close to shoving myself away from this wall and begging, when he suddenly thrusts roughly inside of me, cutting off any thoughts of moving from this position.
The vibrator is back on my clit and he fucks me like he owns me.
My body is his and I don’t even know him.
He moves the vibrator to the right spot and I completely fall apart. My stomach tensing, my thighs shaking as I milk his cock and reach my peak. My breaths come out in shallow pants as he fucks me throughout my release. He doesn’t move the vibrator or stop pounding into me even as my body shakes and pleads for reprieve.
There’s a bang against the wall and his hips stutter as he comes. He doesn’t turn the vibrator off right away and I’m about to shout at how oversensitive I feel, but he graciously turns it off.
He stays inside of me for a long moment.
How can something feel so intimate while being so impersonal? He cups my ass, sliding out of me.
I wait for the light to turn green so I can leave. I know I’m a drenched, exposed mess, but I take the time to breathe and get myself together.
There’s a soft press of lips against my clit, and a few moments later the light turns green.
If I’m not mistaken, the stranger on the other side of the wall is trying to seduce me.
9
BRUISED
I come insideof her with a groan, my forehead hitting the wall. Her thighs spasming from her release and no doubt from being bent like a pretzel on the other side of the wall.
