I Walked In and She Was Already Bent Over the Bed Waiting
I walked in and she was already bent over the bed waiting.
Face down. Ass up. Panties dragged halfway down her thighs. The shirt she wore was pushed up over her back. She was so wet I could see it glistening from the doorway. A small dark spot had already formed on the sheets beneath her.
I didn’t say a word. I locked the bedroom door, walked straight to her, and freed my cock. I rubbed the head through her soaked folds once, coating myself, then pushed in to the hilt in one hard thrust.
She cried out into the mattress. I didn’t give her time to adjust. I started fucking her immediately—deep, powerful strokes that forced her forward on the bed with every impact. One hand locked on her hip. The other reached under and found her swollen clit, rubbing tight, filthy circles.
“You’ve been like this for a while,” I growled.
“Since your last message,” she panted. “I couldn’t wait.”
I fucked her harder. The wet sound of my cock slamming into her filled the room. She came first, sudden and violent, clenching around me so tightly it almost hurt. I kept thrusting through it and buried myself deep when I finished, flooding her in thick pulses while she shook under me.
I stayed inside her, breathing hard, feeling every twitch. Then I pulled out. Cum immediately started sliding down her thighs. I watched it for a second, then flipped her onto her back, shoved her legs wide, and sank back in before she could catch her breath.
This time I stayed close, forehead against hers, fucking her in deep grinding strokes that rubbed against her oversensitive clit on every pass. She came again within minutes, crying out into my mouth. I followed soon after, groaning as I filled her a second time.
We didn’t stop.
The third time I put her on her hands and knees again and took her from behind, one hand wrapped in her hair, the other reaching under to play with her clit. She was so wet and full of me that every thrust made filthy wet sounds. She came so hard her arms gave out. I held her hips up and kept fucking her until I emptied everything left deep inside her.
Afterward we collapsed together, sweaty and shaking. My cock was still twitching inside her. She was so full it leaked out around me with every small movement.
I kissed the back of her shoulder, voice wrecked.
“Next time just text me ‘ready’ and leave the door unlocked.”
She pushed back against me, still fluttering around my cock.
“I’m still ready,” she whispered.
I laughed—low, filthy—and felt myself starting to harden again inside her.
“Then we’re not leaving this bed until morning.”
And we didn’t.
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