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Pulling my car up to the familiar house, I instantly get out, feeling the cool breeze of the summer night. As I make my way to the door, my subconscious keeps telling me to go home, but like a fool, my flesh wins once again. As I knock on the door, I can hear crickets chirping and the sound of cars passing through the quiet neighborhood.
As the door swings open, I look at the huge man in front of me. He is shirtless, and his sweatpants leave little to no imagination as I look at the intimidating print. He has on a golden chain, and I instantly become aroused at the sight of him.
"You just goin sit there and stare," he asks, his accent flowing through his words.
With an apology, I walk past him, awaiting for him to shut the door. Not even a second later, I am snatched into a heated kiss, and a submissive moan slips out of my mouth. My body is filled with hot desire, and he would always be the one to scratch that itch.
His big hands roam my body, squeezing my soft, fluffy flesh from behind, and my moans increase in sound. He starts to kiss hungrily on my neck, always making sure he leaves marks despite me telling him not to. He grabs my thigh, silently telling me to lift up so he can carry me.
Our kiss never falters despite him maneuvering around his house. When we make it to his room, we both fall into his bed, and he starts to grind his throbbing length against mine, needy whines leaving my mouth. He chuckles, knowing he can get me like this, and I am too into ecstasy to roll my eyes.
He takes his finger and hastily takes off my thong, leaving my bottom exposed for him, licking his thick lips as he looks at me with hunger. He takes his thick finger and starts to prepare me for his length, and I have to suppress the urge to cum due to him hitting my spot repeatedly.
As he slowly starts to stick his finger in and out of my soaking hole, he kisses almost every part of my body, silently telling me I belong to him, if only I could say the same. I crave his touch, but I know I would be nothing but an object of pleasure to him.
My thoughts come to a stop as he slowly sticks his length into my needy hole, and I wince at the feeling of pain and pleasure. For him to be such an asshole, he is so gentle with me.
As the night goes by, he takes me all over his house, once again tricking my naive mind into thinking he is making love to me. As morning approaches, I wake up to his arms wrapped around me, snoring cutely into my neck. I didn't know that this was the calm before the storm.
