poundherfloodher: What had started as an diverting night at the bar, had turned more intense than sh
poundherfloodher: What had started as an diverting night at the bar, had turned more intense than she would have imagined her evening would be tonight - all because she had dressed in particular manner and blurted out one of her particular catchphrases. That’s when she felt his eyes on her.She didn’t know who he was, not at first anyway. But the intensity of his eyes made her fidget and restless - he wasn’t going to be ignored - and so she turned to face him.And she knew. Not his real name, no one traded that online to strangers, but they had traded other things; late nights spent breathing deeply as she typed salacious words of need and want and longing, biting her nail as she tapped the enter key as she committed the words to him to fuel his lust that in turn kindled hers. All the while safe in the anonymity of being behind a screen, and she more brazen because of it.Her breath now quickened again, much as it had before - here, before her, was not some faceless fantasist, or even an uncharming pervert she had half-suspect lay on the other side of the screen - well proportioned and charming, he was as much a specimen as he was a man. A stranger, just less, but one who knew all the things that made her writhe in her bed or leave her computer when the pangs of desire came too great to bear.He came to her, and she knew what would come. As a person, she needed to stand her ground. The elemental woman in her wanted to submit.The bed groaned as she landed hard upon her back; her hair dishevelled, her face flushed, her body womanly and naked and perfect. Somewhere at the bar, her friends were probably still giggling over something silly, but she was here, watching him pushing the door closed and turning the lock. Click. It sounded loud, like the sound of her fate being sealed. Then she watched him undress. The room felt hot, but a shiver ran down her spine. Between her legs, the lips of her sex were already wet, even though he had barely touched her.Anticipation.Her breathing started to become ragged, yet all he was doing was walking towards her. His cock was hard and large and in his hand as he made a show of stroking it with smooth, practised motions that whispered of many lewd nights she had spent to inspire him to it. There was no sign that he had a condom or was intending to use one… She thought to tell him, but made the mistake of locking eyes with his and the words caught in her throat.The bed creaked. From her mouth, a soft gasp issued. His hands seized her legs with strong fingers and parted them almost effortlessly, and her breathing was quicker now. His eyes weren’t those of a man looking for a quick fuck - they took her in, everything about her, in her entirety. He didn’t want to have her pussy. He wanted to have her.It was debatable whether she could muster any resistance.He filled her in one thrust. Stretching her to make her toes curl and her fingers dig into his arm. Disengaging her, he held her down by the wrists. The bed began to object vocally to their carnal exchange, yet there was no room in the primitive mind for care or concern except for the act of claiming and being claimed. Their voices mixed; moans, grunts, inarticulate cries of pleasure and the taunts of flesh striking flesh in the unmistakable articulation of sex.He took her the way she wanted; the way she dreamed - deep, harsh thrusting strokes of his bare cock into the soaked folds of her womanhood that sent waves of dizzying pleasure uncoiling through her body and resounding in the tips of her nipples and the sobs of her lips that she managed between drinking down deep breaths of air.In her ear, the sound of his primitive groans urged her to thrust her hips back up into his. She wanted his cock, and she wanted the other thing he had to offer her greedy, clenching cunt that rippled in spasms around his girth.And then…The moment, she secretly desired. His blunted, swollen head, kissing the entrance to her womb as he took hold of her legs and threw them back. Her vagina felt like it had melted a lifetime ago, hot and wet and well used. A temple.His temple.He asked her if she was on the pill and his eyes demanded no lies. Her face was halfway between shock and confusion, as though it had been a crucial detail she had forgotten, but the walls of her pussy squeezed convulsively.His face turned savage. His hips welded to her as the loose sack of semen-laden balls kissed the tight circles of her anus. He ground her into the mattress until the seductive call of her slippery passage became unbearable and the thick, ivory flood of his genetic material came, angry and fierce as his hot desire to claim her and own her.Delicate pink lips parted in a wordless ‘O’. Above her, his eyes had become blind, but his hips continued to work her as though possessed. Now, he was fulfilling her deepest, darkest desires; desires she had typed out and told him with brutal and shocking explicitness in a night of lust-addled desire meant to scandalise and entice. Enticement to which he now responded as he spilled his seed and bred her pussy with every intention of making her carry his baby.(story dedicated to ihavealittlesecret, who provided the inspiration and drive) -- source link