Untamed Desire

July 23

Untamed Desire
As he lays in bed at night thinking of her, he realizes how fucking much he needs to see her. The images of her naked body, the feel of her soft, warm skin against his, it's all he can think about. As he starts to drift off to sleep, those images become too real to ignore.
In his mind, he walks up to her, grabs her, and kisses her, deep, slow, and fucking hungry. He pushes her against the wall, pinning her wrists high above her head. His mouth moves to her neck, kissing and biting softly, making her squirm. She’s wearing nothing but a thin nightgown with spaghetti straps. He slides one strap down off her right shoulder, kissing it slowly, his breath hot on her skin.
He’s torn between making love to her and just fucking destroying her. Both needs burn through him. He grabs her arms, pulls them behind her back, holding them tight with one hand. With the other, he slides the second strap down, and the gown drops to the floor. She stands there, naked, perfect. Her full tits and pink nipples begging to be sucked. Her nipples are stiff, tight, just waiting to be twirled on his tongue.
Still holding her arms back, he starts undressing. She watches as he slowly drops his pants, and her eyes lock onto his hard, throbbing cock. He shoves her back against the wall, pinning her wrists above her head again. He rubs the tip of his cock slowly against her clit, slick and swollen. She lets out a soft moan, it makes him even harder.
As he presses against her wet, tight pussy, he can feel her heartbeat through it, feel her wetness spreading all over him. She wants him inside, now. He can see it in her eyes, feel it in how her body trembles. But he decides she’s not getting it yet. Not until she begs. He pulls back, lets her hands go, and drops her to her knees.
She looks up at him with that devilish, innocent smirk and says, “Oh really?”, her voice dripping in seduction.
She wraps her hand around his cock, feeling his pulse throb through it, then slowly slides it into her mouth. He lets out a deep groan, “Fuuuck.” That’s all he can manage as her lips wrap around him, warm, wet, perfect. She starts slow, sucking harder and deeper with every stroke. His breath catches when she teases the head with her tongue, knowing exactly where he’s most sensitive.
On the third flick of her tongue, he can’t take it. He grabs her and yanks her up. That smirk is still there, fucking trouble. He’s torn again. He wants to pin her down and take her rough. But he also wants to savor every damn inch of her.
So he picks her up, spins her around, and throws her on the bed. Naked. Gorgeous. Insatiable. He grabs a bandana off the nightstand and ties it around her eyes before she can say a word. He climbs on top of her, pinning her wrists above her head again with one hand, guiding his cock between her soaked lips with the other.
He rubs the tip slowly along her pussy. She moans loud, raw, needy. It’s the sexiest fucking sound he’s ever heard. Her arms still pinned, he kisses his way down her body, her neck, her tits, her stomach, tracing every curve like a man starving for it. When he reaches her thighs, he spreads her legs wider and flicks his tongue across her ass, making her yelp and giggle in surprise.
Then he grabs her hands and slides them under her back, making her pin herself down. No escape. No control. Just the way he likes her. He dives between her legs and slides his tongue deep inside her pussy, groaning against her wetness. “Fuck… you taste amazing.”
He moves back up, kissing every inch of her on the way, stopping to suck her nipple into his mouth, tongue swirling around it while his other hand teases her clit. She’s panting, grinding up against his hand, her pussy so wet it’s dripping. He slides back down and takes her clit between his lips, sucking it slow, circling with his tongue, then flicking side to side, faster and faster.
She moans louder, her whole body starting to tremble. He teases her pussy with one finger, slowly sliding in, then another. Deeper. Harder. She’s getting louder. He uses his other hand to press gently between her cheeks, teasing her back door while she squirms. When she starts to buck, he holds her down, locking her legs with his arms and fucking her with his fingers, licking her clit like a man possessed.
She screams out, loud and raw, as her orgasm crashes over her, her whole body shaking under him.
“Roll over,” he commands.
She obeys.
He starts at her ankles, kissing his way up to her neck, his cock pressed between her legs, hard and pulsing. She can feel it—feels the heat, the pressure, the raw hunger. He knows what she wants. She’s soaked, ready. But he’s not giving it yet. Not until she begs.
He slides down and flicks his tongue across her ass again. She moans, surprised again. Then he presses his tongue inside, slow and deep. She lets out a long, filthy moan. He teases her more, then slides up, grinding his cock between her ass and pussy.
“You want this cock, don’t you?” he growls in her ear.
“Yes,” she whimpers.
“Whose pussy is this?”
“Yours,” she moans.
Then she says it, the words that make his *** boil and his cock twitch.
“Please… give it to me.”
Fuck. That’s all he needs.
He slides inside, slow, deep, filling her up perfectly. She moans loud, her body arching as she feels every inch of him.
She’s wetter now, creaming all over his cock, her body begging for more. He pulls out slowly, flips her onto her back, and slams back in. This time, he’s done teasing. He pounds her deep, her moans turning into screams.
He thrusts slow, pulls almost all the way out, then slams back in hard, again and again. She grabs his ass, pulling him deeper. He wraps his hand around her throat, tight but careful. He knows exactly how much pressure she likes.
He starts fucking her harder, deep, rough, relentless. Her juices are all over him. He moves her onto her side, one leg up, so he can go even deeper. Her ass is the perfect view, his cock sliding in and out of her soaked pussy, her body bouncing with every thrust.
He locks eyes with her, feels that shiver shoot through his spine, and loses all control.
He smacks her ass hard. She jumps, but the look on her face screams more. He doesn’t hesitate. He times the next thrust perfectly, slams in deep and spanks her hard at the same moment. She screams his name, and he knows she’s his, completely.
He’s never been so hard. So deep. So fucking turned on. And he’s not done yet!!
He flips her onto her back and pauses for just a second, just enough time to take in the view. Her body is wrecked, glowing, flushed, and begging for more. She’s breathing hard, tits rising and falling, and that look in her eyes? Pure fucking heat.
She motions him closer. No words. Just need.
As he lowers himself down, she grabs him by the neck and pulls him in, locking lips in a deep, dirty kiss that’s more tongue and hunger than romance. It’s rough, desperate, like they’re trying to devour each other.
He slides his cock back inside her, slow, deep, thick. Her pussy clenches around him, still sensitive from cumming so hard. He doesn’t stop. He grinds into her, adjusting his hips so the base of his cock hits her clit just right with every stroke. She gasps. Moans. Her nails dig into his back, legs wrapping tight around him.
She’s dripping. Squirming. Whispering, “Fuck… just like that.”
He knows that sound, the one right before she explodes. He leans in, voice low, rough. “You’re gonna cum for me again.”
She nods, moaning louder now, riding the edge.
He fucks her deeper, harder, dragging every bit of sensation out of her until she breaks, legs shaking, body jerking, her pussy spasming around his cock like it’s trying to milk every drop out of him.
That’s all it takes. He grits his teeth, buries himself deep, and unloads, cum shooting inside her in thick, hot waves. His whole body tenses. His cock throbs. She’s still shaking, moaning through the aftershock while he empties himself inside her.
He stays in for a second, cock twitching, soaking in the feel of her, wet, used, and perfect.
Then he pulls out, drops next to her, and lets out a long breath. No soft words. No sweet kisses.
Just a look. A cocky, satisfied smirk.
Because that, that, was the kind of fuck that ruins all others.
And if it was just a dream?
He hopes like hell he never wakes up.

July 23

I can't wait to read more of this. I felt every hunger soaked kiss, every touch, every stroke. I want more, no, need more! We'll written from beginning to end. Thank you.