“Shit,” he hissed when he bottomed out inside of me.
I reached forward and grasped each side of the washer, my toes now barely touching the tile floor underneath my feet.
Taking the invitation for what it was, he started to power inside of me. Each delicious thrust of his cock felt like lightning bolts singing through my veins.
The metal against my thighs and hips offered Weaver the perfect resistance to fuck me so hard that I saw stars.
His hands went to my hips and squeezed.
“Fuck, yes,” he growled, bending forward so that he could press his forehead to my mid-back. “So tight.”
I dropped my head against a knob and the machine underneath me whirred to a stop.
Neither one of us noticed or cared as he continued to fuck me.
Slow, unforgiving strokes of his cock filled me so deep that I felt like I could feel him in my throat.
“Goddamn.” He moved his hand on my hip to my ass and squeezed. The move caused my backside to spread, and I was sure to give him a very clear view of my asshole.
I didn’t know why I found that so enticing.
But I did.
Paired with the “having sex with a practical stranger” thing and I was literally living my fantasies.
“I hope you’re…”
I came before he could finish his sentence.
No warning.
No build up.
One moment I was taking his cock as he powered inside of me, the next I was exploding and screaming like a porn star.
It was all very fantastical.
One, I never came from penetration.
Two, sex was kind of a one-star thing for me. I never felt like I got it good.
Sure, that was likely the men that I chose, but still.
I felt Weaver’s teeth clamp down on my shoulder, not breaking skin or anything, but definitely leaving behind a mark.
His hips bucked twice as his arms wrapped around my torso. Then he was turning his head and growling curses into my ear.
“Fuck yes, Eddy,” he growled. “I’m filling you up with my cum.”
Yes, yes, he was.
Mostly because we were playing with fire and doing things we’d learned at a young age not to do.
I felt the hot splashes of his cum fill my insides. Paired with the way he grunted loudly in my ear had me on the verge of another orgasm.
The movement of his hips jerked once, jolting my hips into the edge of the washer, and it must’ve been at the perfect right angle because no sooner had I come down from the first orgasm was I going up with the second.
He bit the fleshy part of my ear and sucked, and my hips jerked, pushing back against him as I tried to ride the orgasm out.
