This will do for now.
Only. For. Now.
“Lana, are you there?” My question hangs in the air for a couple of seconds.
“I am, M.”
“Fuck, say my name,duso moja1.”
“Look, I really have to go now. Goodbye.” And she hangs up abruptly, but I’m not worried. I’ll have her soon enough.
I check Lana’s location, and I see that she is on her way to her shitty apartment. Yeah, fuck this. She is going to see me. Right. Fucking. Now. I’m on my way to her apartment, and once I’m there, I park in a shitty alleyway. I go into her building, and before I walk into her apartment, I check the cameras inside.
Great, she is showering.
Picking her lock was so fucking easy, and when I walk into her apartment, I can already smell the floral shampoo she is using. I inhale deeply, and I can already imagine her washing her body.
“Luckily, I don’t need to imagine,” I say to myself as I find myself walking toward her bathroom. She doesn’t have a fan in this god-awful apartment, so the steam is accumulating in her tiny bathroom. I carefully unlock the door, and I see that her back is turned to me.
I brace myself against the wall and look at what she is doing.
“M, just like that.” Fuck, she is thinking of me. Time to make her dream a motherfucking reality.
1.Term of endearment in the Bosnian language. Mostly used for romantic partners.
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Lana
That fucker has left me hot and bothered without even being there when I had my orgasm. Now I have to finish this on my own. I put my left hand on the dingy tiles and get to business. The water slides down my body, and I accept its warmth. With my other hand I start by touching my neck and then I slide it down my breasts.
I grab the sides and start pushing them forward, imagining M taking them in his mouth. With my index fingers and thumbs, I pinch my nipples multiple times. The stimulation is starting to send me into overdrive. I start moaning loudly, wishing that he were here.
My right—no, left—hand is near my pussy, and I bite my lip as I push one finger inside of me. I put my head against the tiles for some stability. I move upward, and it’s not fucking enough,so I push in one more finger. They are working overtime as I’m almost near climax.
In my imagination, it’s M’s mouth on my clit, sucking and biting.
“M, just like that,” I utter as I’m almost out of breath.
“Both hands on the tiles.” I fucking yelp, but I do as I’m told.
He is here. And I don’t fucking care how he got in, I’m just happy that he is here.
“That pussy is mine,” he says as he nudges my legs apart with his right foot. I gladly oblige, and I feel somethinghardpoking me. That alone makes me want to orgasm, but I wait for the real fucking deal. Temporarily, I forget what I need to do and sink into the pleasure.
M places his cock against my entrance and slides in effortlessly. I’m so fucking wet from before that he doesn’t need any guidance. His moves aren’t slow, they are demanding. He wants to fucking own me.
And I might let him.
Just as my hands start slipping from the tiles, he holds them up by intertwining my fingers with his. He brings his mouth to my left ear and starts talking.
“Little hummingbird, I fucking crave you. Take this cock like a good fucking girl.” His voice makes me breathe harder and moan louder. He removes his hands from mine and pulls out completely. I’m left angry, but he quickly diminishes that by turning me around and picking me up. My legs wrap around his waist, my arms around his neck, and my back is plastered against the wall. His eyes are burning into mine with the intensity of a thousand suns.
“You were doing such a good job. Now let me ruin this pussy of mine.” He grabs my ass even tighter and starts thrusting his cock in me in upward and downward motions. The movement is sofast that I can’t catch my breath. His cock is hitting all my inside walls, and I feel my orgasm coming.
“Fuck, yes, M, please don’t stop. I’m almost there!” I can barely get those words out, but I do. The fog around is making me even hotter, and he is picking up on that. I dig my nails into his shoulder blades, and I’m scratching him.
Drawing blood.
