This happened last night, and i’m still so worked up just thinking about it. i wasn’t even planning on leaving the house, but he texted me out of nowhere. “come over,” he said. “she’s out running errands, and i can’t stop thinking about you.”

i knew i shouldn’t, but the way he talks to me... i can’t resist him. so, i threw on something simple and drove over.

when i got there, he pulled me inside, shut the door, and pinned me against the wall without even saying a word. his hands were on my waist, sliding under my shirt as his lips crashed into mine. “i’ve been waiting all day for this,” he growled, his breath hot against my ear.

he led me to the kitchen, lifted me onto the counter, and pulled my shorts off in one smooth motion. i was already dripping by the time his fingers found me, teasing my clit as i clung to his shoulders, gasping his name.

“you like being my little secret, don’t you?” he whispered, his voice full of that cocky confidence that drives me crazy.

i didn’t even have a chance to respond before he dropped to his knees, spreading my thighs and burying his face between them. the way his tongue moved, the way he sucked and licked until i was squirming and moaning his name... it was almost too much.

but it wasn’t enough for him. he stood, unzipping his jeans, and before i knew it, his cock was sliding into me. it was slow at first, like he was savoring it, but when i wrapped my legs around him and begged for more, he lost all control.

he fucked me hard, gripping my hips and slamming into me until the sound of our bodies echoed through the room. “you’re so fucking tight,” he groaned, his hands pulling me closer as he thrust deeper.

i came so hard i couldn’t even think, my nails digging into his back as my whole body shook. and when he came, spilling deep inside me, it felt like everything in the world just stopped for a second.

after, we cleaned up, shared this quick, knowing glance, and i left before anyone could catch us. but god, the memory of it... i’m already craving the next time.