Have you ever dreamed about the perfect guy swaying you off your feet, picking you up by your waist, all the way above his head, with the song '(I've Had)The Time Of My Life' playing faintly in the background? Or John Bender, with the fist high in the air, because he scores the person of his dream?
Well, I have.
But life is not nearly as perfect as in the movies. At least mine is not.
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Slam! The sound of my hands hitting the wall could be heard,
His heavy breathing against my ear, well he slowly whispered with a husky voice "I'm gonna fuck you so hard, that you will have to limp your way, to your next class." I rolled my eyes at his cockiness. "As if you could," I answered him provoking. I knew he could, but it was not like I was gonna tell him that.
I gasped as he took a large amount of my ass and squeezed it. His hands slowly moved down my ass and in between my legs, where his fingers teasingly creased my semi-hard cock, which he kept doing for some time. I let out a frustrating sigh, "stop with the fucking teasing". He let out a dark chuckle before his hand grabbed my length and squeezed it. I let out a moan of pleasure.
His hands started rubbing my cock, to which I responded by moving my hips against his hand. I had no idea why I was doing this or why my body was responding to his touch. But my mind was blank from the pleasure, and my groin got a mind of its own.
I turned around, so my back was pressed up against the wall. I grabbed him by his neck and brought him in for a heated kiss. The kiss was sloppy and messy by the sexual urge. The kiss got messier when we started ripping each other's clothes off. I stared at his muscular body, slowly licking my lips, this man had a fine ass body. I grabbed him harshly by the belt and began to unbuckle it. "Just fuck me already," I told him eagerly. He smirked down at me, enjoying my eagerness.
Both our pants were off within seconds, as were our boxes. He gave me the elevator gaze, looking at me from head to toe, and I did the same to him. Taking in his sculpture-like body, his thick thighs, his firmed muscles. But when my eyes landed on his cock, they stopped, and I could feel some of my saliva getting stuck in my throat. I gulped hard. My semi-hard cock was now standing taller than ever. I hated this jerk, but damn was he a turn-on. I could feel my body heating up, and it all rushed to my now painful cock.
His hands grabbed me by my hips, his fingers slowly creasing my skin sending chills down my spine. I didn't want to respond to his touch, but my body did it before I could realize it happened. Out of nowhere, I was turned around quickly, my hands were back up against the wall. His hands traveled lower on my body, down to my ass. His hands were feeling my cheeks. I didn't even realize that one of his hands was gone until I felt a stinging on my right ass cheek. I let out a moan of pain. I wanted to tell him to knock it off, but I couldn't. No sound wanted to leave my mouth and I couldn't pull away from him, it was like my body only responded to him.
I could hear him open a cap, and out of nowhere I could feel his finger run around my rim with cold liquid. He slipped in one of his fingers without a warning. I gasped, feeling him slowly pressing it against my walls. "Ahh," I let out a loud moan.
There didn't go long before he slipped in another finger and started to scissor me open. I could feel the heat creep up on my face, my body getting all hot. I moved my ass closer against his hand, to feel more. I could feel I was getting needier. I let out a deep breath as the strength in my neck gave after, and my head fell. I was breathing heavily.
My cock was leaking precum.
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My Enemy Dominates Me.
Short StoryHave you ever dreamed about the perfect guy swaying you off your feet? Picking you up by your waist, all the way above his head, with the song '(I've Had)The Time Of My Life' playing faintly in the background? Or John Bender, with the fist high in t...