1. The Guy Next Door - Part Two


    Date: 9/18/2015, Categories: Reluctance, Author: SITTING, Rating: 51, Source: LushStories

    hand in my hair, using me the way he wanted. I could smell his sweat. His constrained grunts were like a green light, giving me the go ahead to take in more, to swallow of as much of his throbbing pole as I could. I could taste him, I could taste myself, and I was thinking of all the girls he’d fucked with this monster-cock and how good they all must have felt. There was something so angry about everything we were doing. Rage. Lust. I wanted him more than I’d ever have admitted. Romance, love, marriage, flowers – all those things were old, meaningless dreams. I wanted to be fucked in the hard, furious, ravaging way. I thought of all those nights with my ear to the wall, all the times I’d felt sick with longing, the late-night masturbation with my small fingers and the thought of Cooper goddamn Hyde in my head. And now, it was happening. He was swearing through clenched teeth, gazing down at me and I held his stare recklessly, even as my eyes watered and the urge to gag felt invincible. He was surprised. He couldn’t hide it. His jaw hung slack as I took his cock deep, even as my throat protested. Nothing could stop me. I had had enough of arrogant, superior Cooper. I wanted to show him that there was more to me than he’d have ever guessed. I forced myself onto him fully, holding him in until it was impossible and then I fell back, coughing and spluttering. Cooper’s hand went around his wet erection and I was half-afraid he wasn’t done with my mouth but then he pushed me down ...
    onto the floor. I sucked in air desperately, staring blurrily at the ceiling. One of his hands went beneath my ass, lifting me to him and then he was inside me again, slamming deep and uncontrollably. There was no rhythm. He kept shifting, adjusting angles, finding new ways to make me squirm and moan. He was on top in every way possible, his weight unmovable and his mouth sucking wetly, hungrily. His teeth scraped down my neck, closed around one nipple and tugged. He was trying to make me scream. Or come. He wanted to win. His finger was on my clit again, rubbing the swollen nub. I bit down hard on my hand, eyes squeezed shut. Everything was so intense. He sat up, slid his cock out and grasped my legs behind the knees, bending them to press against my chest. “Hold,” he said. I had to take my hand out of my mouth but I complied wordlessly. He sank in again, slamming deep. Any resistance was gone. He owned my pussy. With the position I was in, I couldn’t push back. I just took every crushing thrust, trying to remember to breathe and trying to stay quiet. The urge to come was everything. I couldn’t stop it. I was clinging onto the edge of a sinking ship and every time he drove forward, I weakened imperceptibly. He knew it. I knew it. He had to come first. I was clasping around him, my breathing shallow, teeth clenched. Fucking bastard. Why won’t you fucking come? It was like he read my mind. A half-smile, a real genuine one, slipped onto his sweating face but it didn’t last, soon ...
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