I was already wet before I even got home that night. The whole day had been one long tease, my mind replaying every dirty thought I'd had about him, about what I wanted him to do to me. By the time I shut my apartment door, my panties were soaked through and my clit was throbbing like it had its own heartbeat. I didn't bother with lights. I just dropped my bag, kicked off my shoes, and headed straight for the bedroom, already tugging my shirt over my head.
My skin felt too tight, too hot. I climbed onto the bed in just my bra and panties and slid my hand straight between my legs. The fabric was drenched. I rubbed slow circles over my clit through the cotton, biting my lip as the first real spark shot up my spine. But it wasn't enough. It never was when I got like this. I needed more. I needed to feel filled.
I yanked the panties off and spread my legs wide, two fingers sliding easily into my pussy. I was dripping. The sound was filthy in the quiet room, wet and slick as I fucked myself with my own hand. My other hand found my breast, pinching the nipple hard enough to make me gasp. I imagined it was his mouth instead, sucking and biting while he told me what a horny little slut I was for getting this worked up over nothing but thoughts.
That image pushed me over fast. I came hard, hips jerking, fingers buried deep while my walls pulsed around them. But the orgasm barely took the edge off. I was still horny, still aching, still needing cock. Real cock. His cock.
I grabbed my phone and texted him. "Come over. Now. I'm fucking dripping for you." He replied in under a minute. "On my way. Don't touch yourself again until I get there."
I obeyed, barely. I lay there naked, legs spread, listening to every sound outside until I heard his key in the lock. The door opened and closed. Footsteps. Then he was in the doorway, eyes dark as he took me in.
"Look at you," he said, voice low. "Such a horny girl. Couldn't even wait."
I didn't answer with words. I just reached down and spread my pussy lips for him, showing how wet I was. He groaned and started stripping as he walked to the bed. By the time he climbed on, he was hard and heavy, the head of his cock already glistening.
He didn't tease. He knew I didn't want that tonight. He pushed my thighs wider and sank into me in one long thrust. I cried out, back arching, the stretch perfect and deep. He was thick, filling me completely, and I clenched around him immediately.
"Fuck, you're tight," he muttered, already moving. "So fucking wet. You really have been touching yourself all day, haven't you?"
"Yes," I gasped. "Couldn't stop thinking about this."
He fucked me hard from the start, hips snapping, the bed creaking under us. Each thrust knocked a moan out of me. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him deeper, nails digging into his back. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room. I could feel how soaked I was, how it coated his cock and dripped down my ass.
He pulled out suddenly and flipped me onto my stomach, yanking my hips up. He drove back in from behind and I screamed into the pillow, the new angle hitting that spot that made my vision blur. One hand reached around to rub my clit while he pounded me, fast and relentless.
"Come for me," he ordered. "Come on this cock like the horny girl you are."
I did. The orgasm ripped through me, stronger than the first, my pussy spasming and gushing around him. He kept fucking me through it, drawing it out until I was shaking and whimpering.
He wasn't done. He pulled out again, flipped me onto my back, and straddled my chest. I opened my mouth eagerly as he fed me his cock, slick with my own cum. I sucked him greedily, tasting myself, taking him as deep as I could while he thrust into my throat. When he pulled back, he stroked himself twice and came across my tits and face, hot stripes that I licked off my lips with a satisfied moan.
We didn't stop there. After a few minutes of catching our breath, he was hard again and I was still throbbing. Round two was slower, him on top, kissing me deep while he rocked into me, whispering how good my pussy felt, how he loved how horny I always got for him. I came twice more, smaller but sweeter, before he filled me again.
By the time we finally collapsed, tangled and sweaty, the edge was gone. I felt loose and sated, his cum leaking out of me onto the sheets. He pulled me against his chest and kissed my forehead.
"Next time," he murmured, "tell me earlier.
I like knowing how horny you are."
I smiled against his skin, already thinking about tomorrow.
