The "Shy Guy" ⚠️

[Th****]

Most people think I’m shy or timid because I don’t feel the need to be the loudest person in the room. I’m usually reserved, calculated, and I only speak when there’s a reason to.

She was the room’s gravity. Playful, loud, commanding every ounce of attention while her boyfriend laughed at her jokes. But while she was performing for the crowd, her eyes kept snagging on mine. Every time she laughed, she checked to see if I was watching. She wasn't looking for approval; she was looking for a challenge.

I watched her for a while, then I just walked away to the back laundry room off the kitchen—just to get a moment of silence. She followed me.

She stood in the doorway, smirking. "You don't talk very much, do you?"
I didn't look away. I looked right at her lips. "I speak clearly when I want something," I told her. "And when I need to."

She stepped closer, the muffled sound of our friends laughing in the kitchen right behind the door. "Well," she whispered, "what do you want now?"

I didn't say a word. I walked around her and came up from behind. I grabbed her by the waist, smelling her neck as I got a full cup of her breast in my hand. I slid my hand down her black leggings, feeling the heat, and bit her hard on the shoulder. I was already starting to harden, and she could feel me through her dress. I felt her perk up instantly—that jolt of pure excitement because she finally pushed me far enough to see what else there was to me.

I unbuckled my belt and pulled up in front of her. I grabbed her head, my fingers tight in her hair. I slapped her—not out of anger, but to snap her out of that "loud girl" act.

"You're a whore for this," I told her. "You followed me because you were intrigued. You came over here just to feel me."

I could see it in her eyes; she was hooked. I looked down at her chest, at her perky nipples through the fabric. "Squat down," I commanded, still holding her hair. "Pull it out."

She didn't hesitate. She unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock, already semi-hard. "Lick it. No hands." She did exactly what I said until I was fully erect. I made her look at me, told her to open wide, and I spit in her mouth. She swallowed it.

"Keep it open," I said. I slowly entered her, sliding all the way to the back of her throat. I held her nose, making her *** on it slightly, her mouth filling with saliva. Every time I pulled out, she tried to tell me how wet she was.

"Quiet" I said. She had a boyfriend ten feet away, but she didn't care. She just wanted to be used.

I pulled her pants and panties down and pressed her head against the wall. She was moist and slippery. I slid right in. I kept it nice and slow, going deep and wild, pulling all the way out before sliding back in.

"What do you want?" I whispered.

"Your cum," she breathed. "I want to feel you fill me up."

"Beg for it," I told her. I kept going until she squealed, her body tightening up around me. I couldn't hold it anymore and released everything inside her.

I kissed her—her lips felt cold against mine. We both straightened up and checked ourselves. She was calm now, the performance gone, just focused on the sensation of me pulsating inside her. We walked back out to the kitchen. I went back to my corner, the quiet, "shy guy" once again.

[wa****]

what great story thank your sharing

[Ri****]

Thank you 😊