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WANTING MORE
Fantasy Wanting more
Abbyš
My tits sway back and forth, and I thank God I have small ones, or theyād be damn near slapping me in the face.
The guy behind meāI canāt remember his name at the momentāgrunts his way through pounding into my pussy.
His hands dig into my hips and sweat drips onto my back. My walls clench around his hard cock, but it still isnāt enough. I need more.
My stomach starts cramping and sweatānot from the sex itself, but from the insistent need for releaseāforms on my brow.
Fisting the sheets in my hands, I ram my hips back to meet his relentless thrusts. Looking over my shoulder, I growl, āEither fuck me harder or get the hell out so I can find someone to do it for me.ā
The hands on my hips tighten, and I know itāll leave a mark later. I donāt care. I just need this guy to get the job done before the pain takes over.
āFuck, babe,ā he groans. āI fuck you any harder, Iāll plow you into the mattress.ā
āJust do it,ā I hiss.
āJesus,ā he grunts, but does as heās told and slams his hip bones into my ass as he pumps into me forcefully.
I straighten my arms when his thrusts push my body forward. A blissful sigh leaves my lips, followed by a low moan when he finally hits the spot I need him to.
My fingers start to tingle from lack of circulation, so I unwrap them from the sheet. My body starts to quiver with the first ripple of my orgasm.
I close my eyes, and tiny sparks of light shoot behind my lids as the cramps in my stomach turn to flutters of delight. I lower my arms and lay my head against the cool sheets as immense pleasure takes over my body.
The guy behind me still pounds away, jerking my hips back to him. I pay him no mind, content to just lay here and let him have at it. I got what I needed from him, itās only fair that he reaches his peak as well.
Several minutes pass before he grunts and stiffens behind me. He releases my hips, and I immediately drop to the bed.
He falls down beside me with his arm thrown over his eyes, breathing heavily. Now that my brain is functioning properly again, his name comes back to me in a flash
Matt.
Matt was my lifesaver for the night.
As appreciative as I am of him, I really need him to go now; I donāt like it when they linger.
I may need sex from men on a daily basis to keep my sanity, but I donāt let them stay afterwards. I donāt do relationships.
I know Iām a bitchāusing men for sex and discarding themābut I have a damn good reason.
I roll to my side and get out of bed. I bend with my ass facing Matt to pick up his clothes to toss at him.
I lost my modesty a long time ago, and if it wasnāt for my job, or the fact I would get arrested for indecent exposure, Iād never wear clothes.
It would make things so much easier when the need took hold. During the day Iām fine, but by the time evening rolls around, the urge grips me tight and leaves me in a near panicked state.
I came so close to having an anxiety attack tonight. I thought I would have to call my friend, Nathan, to come rescue me.
Luckily, Matt showed up and caught my eye at the perfect time.
And here we are now, an hour later, with him still lying on my bed, and me standing with my hands on my hips, glaring at him.
He didnāt take the hint when his clothes landed on his stomach, so it looks like Iām going to have to be blunter.
I reach out with a foot and nudge his leg.
āHey, itās time to go.ā
His arm moves, showing off sleepy, plain brown eyes.
āCanāt you give a guy a minute to recover?ā he mutters.
āNo. I need you to leave right now,ā I tell him. I spy my panties on the floor and pick them up to slip up my hips.
Iām exhausted, and want nothing more than to sleep. A niggle of guilt tries to worm its way in with how Iām treating this guy, but I push it back.
Iāve learned the hard way over the years that in order to keep my inner emotions intact, Iād have to build a steel wall around myself.
I hate being a bitch, but itās the only way to protect myself. Only a handful of people know the real me.
Matt grumbles as he drags himself from the bed. I ignore him and pull on a cami, sans bra.
Using the hair tie from my wrist, I pull my thick blonde hair up into a ponytail as I wait for him to finish.
I tap my fingers on the doorframe Iām leaning against, while he sits on my bed and pulls on his shoes. Itās normally the guys that are hell-bent on leaving as soon as they are done, but not this guy. Heās taking his sweet time, and itās grating on my nerves.
He finally stands and makes his way over to me. Iām just about to turn around and lead him to the door when he boxes me in by planting his hands on the doorframe on either side of me.
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