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You drive me fucking wild. 

While you work at the dining table, deeply immersed in whatever you’re doing, I watch you. I’ve never been this horny in my entire life. I want you. All day long. Every damn day. It also doesn’t help that you still haven’t returned my devices.

I walk past the table while a deep need settles in my groin. Just from watching you sit there, one leg angled underneath the other, typing swiftly, then deleting a word … you’re working, and it turns me on. What the actual fuck …

You get up as I stretch my legs out on the couch, my fingers sliding across the ridge of my semi, teasing, rubbing. You leave the room, and I stop touching myself. It’s not as much fun when you’re not around.

When you return, I stand and catch you before you get to your seat again. You frown as I whip you around so your back is to my front, hand going straight to your throat.

“What are you doing?” you mumble. I tilt my hips in answer, letting you feel my cock. You snort. “What kind of dirty shit have you been watching?”

“You,” I make sure to breathe out the word all deep and gravelly, my lips against your ear. Just how you like it. You shudder. You already knew the answer to your question.

“But … I didn’t do anything,” you reply smugly. You love this.

My arms close around you. You feel so small against me. “I wanna fuck you, baby.”

“Now?” 

“Now,” I reply and rub my rough cheek against the side of your neck. That always makes you crumble. You whisper my name … moving your shoulders in an attempt to get away. But I don’t let you. I push you forward, toward the rug behind the couch.

“You’re serious …” 

That I am. 

I meet resistance as I force you down, onto your knees. I am behind you, still holding your back to my chest, my crotch to your ass. You’re mine. Mine to use whenever. You signed that verbal contract. I’ll have to refresh your memory.

“Fuck you,” you snap as I mount you on my hands and knees, trapping you beneath me. The urgency of it makes me stiffen even faster. This is new, taking you right here, right now, mine. 

“It’s not gonna take long … promise.” I grunt as you roll your hips back, a harsh exhale. I make quick work of your pants and briefs to expose your ass to me, one hand between your pecs to keep you steady.

“You’re actually gonna do this?” 

I don’t answer. Actions speak louder than words, after all. Swiftly, I unzip and pull my thick cock out, then pin you down to the floor so I can spit on your hole. I already fingered you this morning before you started working. I’m ravenous today. Insatiable. For you. I rub my spit in as you stay still, thumb dipping past your rim. You know there is no use in fighting me. I take what I want, especially when I’m in this mood. Hungry and horny.

Once my shaft is also nice and slick, I guide my cockhead to your entrance, hand sliding to your pecs again, splaying my fingers there. I like to feel your body against mine when I enter you. Feel the pounding of your heart.

“Oh fuck …” you croak out, chest still down and ass still up. Like a little puppy getting ravished by a big bad wolf. It takes me mere seconds to work myself in. I add more spit. And then I go for it. Deep, long, slow thrusts, taking advantage of how well I stretched you earlier.

You gasp when I sink in all the way, back arching to accept your gift. It drives me wild. The sounds you make, the way you arch away from me. I keep my arms around you, tight, unmoving, while my balls and thighs slap against your greedy ass. 

More often than me approaching you, it is the other way around. You climb into my lap while I talk to a client, or you simply straddle me after dinner, grinding your cock against mine, always hungry for more.

Not now though.

As the sexual animal inside me takes over, the noises I make border on primal, low and gruff. I mount you. My little puppy. Strip that innocence from you, paint your soul black.

Before me, no man ever fucked you like I do.

After me, no man will ever fuck you like I did.

It is that simple. 

I plow into you; I can taste my orgasm, licking at the base of my spine. This is about my pleasure. Not yours. I groan and grunt and pant for air, face buried in the crook of your shoulder. Lips against your neck, I lick and suck … then I bite, teeth breaking skin. You hiss and keen in pain. In pleasure. And I growl like the wild animal you beckon out of me. I taste your sweat, the metallic tang of your blood … The bite mark on your neck will bloom and darken. Mine, mine, mine.

You tilt your hips and arch your back, allowing me to go deeper with each thrust. I feel you getting close too … from getting your ass pounded. You truly are my little cockslut. I chuckle deeply, the sound condescending, dark.

“My little bitch. My bitch in heat.” Your breathing picks up, just like my thrusts. Your head tilts back as our sweat-and-saliva-slicked skin claps together. 

“I’m gonna come—fuck!”

The way your insides contract and squeeze around me makes my dick feel even thicker than it is. You’re getting so tight that my mind blanks out, and my vision flickers with spots. I swear you can feel my heart drumming rapidly against your back.

“Oh my God!” you groan, and that … does it. I force myself in until my glutes clench and my balls are shoved right against your cheeks. Arms lock around your chest, close to fucking bruising you; I lose it. Lose control over my body, over the sounds I make. An endless loop of pleasure; my muscles tense, release, tense, release … while I pump you full of my come.

I laugh like I so often do when my senses are flooded with endorphins. And you laugh too.