I slipped into his apartment after midnight, already wet just thinking about it. He was out cold on the bed, sprawled on his back in nothing but boxers, one arm thrown over his head. The room smelled like his cologne and sleep. My pussy clenched hard at the sight. I stripped fast, leaving my clothes in a pile on the floor, and climbed onto the mattress slow and quiet.
His cock was soft under the thin cotton. I rubbed it through the fabric first, feeling it twitch and start to swell under my fingers. Dirty little thrills ran through me. He had no idea I was about to use him. I tugged the boxers down and his dick flopped out, already half-hard from my touch. I wrapped my hand around it and stroked, slow and firm, watching it grow thick and long in my grip.
Once it was stiff enough, I straddled his hips. My cunt was dripping. I dragged the fat head of his cock through my slick folds, coating him in my juice, then notched him at my entrance and sank down. Inch by inch, that thick dick stretched me open. I bit my lip to stay quiet as I took every last bit of him. He filled me so good, balls-deep, and he never even stirred.
I started riding him. Slow at first, rolling my hips in lazy circles, grinding my clit against his pubic bone. His cock throbbed inside me, hot and hard, pulsing with every squeeze of my pussy. I leaned forward, hands on his chest, and bounced a little harder. Skin slapped softly. My tits swayed. Juice ran down his shaft and soaked his balls. Every time I dropped down I took him to the root, letting him bottom out in my cunt.
He stayed asleep, breathing deep and even. That made it hotter. I was using his cock like a toy, fucking myself on it while he had no clue. I reached down and rubbed my clit fast, chasing the edge. My walls fluttered around him. I could feel how close he was getting even in his sleep—his dick swelled bigger, twitching harder inside me.
I rode faster, slamming down now, not caring if the bed creaked. My ass slapped against his thighs. Wet sounds filled the room every time I lifted up and dropped again. I was so close. My pussy squeezed tight around his cock, milking it. Then it hit me. I came hard, biting my forearm to muffle the moan, cunt pulsing and gushing around him.
That did it. His hips jerked up once, then his cock kicked deep inside me. Hot, thick ropes of cum pumped straight into my pussy. I kept riding through it, grinding down to take every spurt. He flooded me, creampie overflowing, cum leaking out around his shaft and dripping down my thighs. I didn’t stop until he finished twitching and started to soften.
I stayed there a minute, full and messy, his load trapped inside me. Then I eased off slow, letting his cum-slick cock slip free. A thick white trail followed it out of my stretched hole. I scooped some up with two fingers and licked them clean, tasting both of us. He still hadn’t woken up.
I pulled his boxers back up, tucked him away, and slipped out the way I came. My thighs were sticky the whole walk home, his cum still leaking out of me with every step. I already knew I’d be back tomorrow night to do it again.
