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You found him on some random anonymous forum on the internet. His post about looking for some late night company piqued your interest so you decided to contact him, knowing nothing about him but his age.
It was kind of an impulse decision. After so many awful just-as-impulsive one-night-stands you promised yourself you wouldn't do this again, but here you are... walking to a strange man's apartment in the evening.
You talked about both of your boundaries and interests before agreeing to meet, and it seemed you matched pretty well. You also both agreed to not have any unnecessary small talk, and to get straight to the point when you arrive. It's better that way, no need to get too attached, to know him on any deeper level.
You have his address pulled up on your phone and you're quickly approaching the right street. Your heart rate is picking up, thinking about everything that could happen tonight. Maybe he's just a serial killer and you've just walked straight into his trap. It should be fine though, right? I mean, how often does that actually happen. You feel a little bit of anxiety at that thought, but manage to bring your thoughts elsewhere.
The street is quiet and it's getting dark already. You see the apartment building that the map on your phone is pointing to, and you can barely contain your excitement.
Ringing the buzzer next to the door, you wait a few seconds and hear the door unlock. His apartment is on the third floor, and with every step you take up the stairs, it feels like your body is getting electrified with adrenaline.
You finally reach his door, taking a couple seconds to clear your mind of thoughts about this being a bad idea, and knock.
The door opens and you finally get to see him. And god damn, he's hot. Much taller than you and has so much muscle that you think he could easily throw you around how he wanted. Just the way you want it to be. His beard is an interesting touch to his looks, but suits him very well.
He looks at you with a gentle smile and waits for you to step inside. You can't take your eyes off of him as he raises his hand cupping your jaw and running his thumb over your bottom lip.
"Fuck, you're so beautiful, darling." He says it with a low, breathy voice, like it’s just a thought he wasn't supposed to say out loud. And holy hell, that voice. You might just melt right then and there.
His gaze flicks between your lips and your eyes, seeking approval to kiss you. You raise your hand to his shoulder and then move it to his neck to pull him down so you can kiss him.
The moment your lips touch, he closes the front door behind you and presses you against it, trapping you between him and the door.
The kiss is sweet at first, as if he is trying to be careful at first. As the kiss goes on, both your movements grow a little more desperate. He moves his leg so his thick thigh rests between your thighs, further trapping you against the door.
You're both panting now from the kiss, and you're so turned on about the whole situation that you start to grind yourself on his thigh, growing even more aroused by the second.
"Just look at you. So eager to get fucked tonight, aren't you, darling?" He says it so smoothly in that low voice of his, that your legs almost give out. Holding onto his shoulders, you continue moving your hips, now helped by his other hand gently holding onto your hip.
"As much as I'd love to watch this for the rest of the night.." He flips you around so you're facing the door, your back against his chest. "...I'd love to put that body of yours to good use. Does that sound good?" His hand goes to the back of your head and grabs onto a handful of your hair yanking back a little as the other snakes its way around your waist. He pulls you tightly against his front so you feel his hardness against your ass.
You don't think you're able to speak anymore, so you nod your head as much as his hold on your hair allows it.
"Words, beautiful. I'm not going further without a verbal confirmation." At this you can't help but breathily start chanting 'yes's until he gets the message.
"Good girl." He says it as he pulls you off of the door and maneuvers you both a little deeper into the apartment.
His home is clean, not much to say about the decor, it looks like he doesn't spend that much time at home. He moves towards the couch, where he guides you on your knees in front of it. He goes to sit so you are between his spread legs.
His hand caresses the side of your face, traveling from your cheek to press his thumb against your lips again and you open your mouth to suck on it. He lets out a satisfied hum and pulls his thumb out, and leans back, spreading his arms on the backrest.
"Would you like to give me a show, and take off your clothes, dove? I'd love to see you fully." And how could you refuse when he asks with a husky voice like that. He is clearly enjoying this as much as you are, if the huge tent in the front of his jeans is any indication.
You slowly start to lift your shirt over your head, revealing one of your favorite lace bras that you thought would suit the occasion. His gaze is immediately drawn to it and you can see him taking a deep breath at the sight. His eyes are full of lust, so you take it as a sign that he likes your choice as much as you thought he would, and continue on. Standing up a little to take your pants off, you throw everything in a pile next to the couch.
Now you're only in your matching lace underwear set, and the look in his eyes is intoxicating. You settle back on the floor between his legs and go to reach for his belt buckle. He doesn't stop you, so you open his belt and the zipper of his jeans.
Now with only his boxers between your hand and finally feeling his cock, you stroke it a couple times through his boxers, and holy fuck he's huge. There's already a drop of precum darkening a spot on his boxers so you pull them down to finally free his hard cock.
It springs out, and the only thing you can think of is how good it's going to feel inside of you. And as if he could hear your thoughts, he smiles knowingly.
You wrap your hand around the base, and your middle finger and thumb are barely touching. You slide your tongue along the underside from the base to the tip, and he makes a little gasping sound at that.
You take him into your mouth and swirl your tongue around his head while giving it a little bit of suction. Starting to bop your head up and down his length, you can see his head tilt back against the couch, which only drives you on.
His hand reaches into your hair, holding on more tightly the deeper you manage to take him. At this point you have to actively suppress a gag reflex, but it's so worth it to hear as he starts quietly moaning from your efforts.
Somewhere next to you, you hear his other hand fisting the material of the couch. He must be so close to coming now. But before he can reach the end, the hand in your hair yanks your head back and off of his cock.
He's breathing heavily now. The hand in your hair guides you off the ground and onto the couch on your back, so your head is resting on the armrest.
He climbs on top of you while taking his own shirt off and starts kissing you like you're the best thing he's ever going to taste. You get a glimpse of all the scars on his body, but you don't have much time to dwell on them as he's kissing his way from your lips to your neck.
His other hand is supporting his weight next to your head while the other explores the curves of your body. You feel him gently tug on your bra so you arch your back a little so he can get it off.
As soon as the bra is off, he starts palming your breasts, and his mouth follows, leaving little hickeys in its way.
He keeps going further down and you can feel yourself getting wetter than you've probably ever been.
When he gets to your panties, he loops his fingers in the waistband and waits for you to nod your approval before taking them off too. You're now completely bare before him, and he wastes no time to swipe his fingers through your folds to feel the wetness gathering there.
"I see you've already been enjoying this as much as I have. Now be a good girl for me and don't hold back on any of your noises. I want to hear all of it."
He dips his head down between your legs, but instead of going straight for your pussy, he turns his head slightly to kiss your inner thigh. You release a quiet whine and he slightly chuckles at that.
He slowly kisses his way towards your pussy. When he finally makes contact and starts licking you up and down, you can't help but start moaning.
Your moans are quiet and spaced out at first, but grow louder as he starts gently sucking on your clit. He adjusts his technique according to your reactions, and soon he finds the perfect pressure and rhythm that has your back arching off of the couch.
Your hand flies to the back of his head, holding it in place, as if he would even dare to stop now that you make such sweet sounds for him.
Your eyes start to roll to the back of your head as your release is quickly approaching, and he keeps his pace steady to bring you over that edge. Your whole body feels electrified, and your moans can probably be heard on the other side of town, but you don't care right now.
When you finally start to come down from the feeling of total bliss, he is stripping out of the rest of his clothes and is now just as naked as you are.
"You still want more, princess?" Even after all this, he makes sure that you're still comfortable, and that somehow relaxes you even more as if it wasn’t the bare minimum in any other situation. So you nod, and just as you're done with the gesture, he starts kissing you deeply.
As he's kissing you, you can feel him rubbing his cock against your pussy and coat his cock in your juices. Your hands start roaming his upper body as the kiss goes on, and he's now just holding himself at your entrance.
You don't think you can wait any longer, so you try to move your hips to get him inside you, but he pulls himself just out of reach. You release a frustrated whine but he doesn't give it to you just yet.
"Oh, such an eager little thing. Don't worry, you'll get exactly what you need." And just as he finishes speaking, he buries himself to the hilt inside of you, and you release a loud moan, struggling to find something to hold on to.
"Actually, let's get you somewhere more comfortable." He lets you get used to the stretch, at the same time guiding your legs to lock around his middle before hoisting you off the couch. His other hand around your waist and the other beneath your thigh keep you from falling off as he starts walking to a different room.
It’s a modestly decorated bedroom with a king size bed against the opposite wall from the door. Still inside you, he sets you on the bed and hoists your other leg on his shoulder. Slowly he starts to finally move inside you, pulling out almost all the way before thrusting back in.
His thrusts grow more powerful and he finds the perfect speed to keep you moaning loudly. He gathers your wrist above your head and holds them together with his hand. His other hand finds its way to the front of your neck, not applying pressure, just holding it firmly.
Your whole body is electrified and you can barely keep your eyes straight. This whole time he has been praising you about how well you take him and how good you feel, but you can barely register any of it at this point.
"Do you want to come, princess?" His voice sounds so distant but so close all at once. All you can get out of your mouth is a slur of desperate sounding 'yes's and 'please's to answer his question.
His thumb immediately finds your clit and starts rubbing circles on it. That quickly brings you over the edge a second time tonight and your back arches off the bed so high you think it might break.
He decreases his speed and lets you come down from your high. He carefully pulls out before flipping you on your hands and knees. Your slightly shaking arms can barely hold you up after that orgasm, but somehow you manage.
His hand comes around to hold your neck as he gently pulls you flush against his front. You're both still breathing heavily as his other hand travels down the front of your body and cups your wet pussy.
"You think you can still take some more?" His voice is husky and you can feel his hot breath against your skin. Even though you're a little tired, you still nod, because you want him to come too.
"Goood girl." You feel his cock prodding at your entrance again. Teasing you with just his tip for a moment or two, you feel him start to push inside you again. Now that his face is this much closer to yours, you hear him release a quiet moan the moment he's fully inside.
The hand on your neck moves a little lower to play with your breast as the other takes a hold of your hip. He withdraws a little before slamming back into you, your whole body jerking forward with the force, only to be held up by his hands.
He gets a steady pace going, and at some point he pulls your arms back to hold onto them for leverage so he can pull you against his thrusts.
You can feel the third orgasm of the evening starting to build up, and all the moaning is almost making your throat sore. His pace is relentless at this point as he's chasing his own bliss too.
He gathers your wrists in one hand behind your back and pushes your upper body down on the mattress, while keeping your hips up with his other hand. His pace is stuttering now so he must be close to his own release.
"Where? Where do you want it, darling?" He's breathing heavily and grunting and moaning between words.
"Inside!"
The hand on your hip reaches around to circle your clit to give you a final release before he gets his own. It feels like you're ready to black out as the waves of bliss go through you, making you shake uncontrollably.
You're both moaning loudly as your orgasm goes on and his own is beginning. His thrusts slow down and a few pumps later he stills inside you as his hot cum fills your cunt. You stay like that for a moment before he releases your wrists and slowly pulls himself out of you.
You try to get your arms working to push yourself up but they won't hold your weight, so you just settle on rolling onto your side instead.
"I'll go get you a towel to clean up with. No need to rush to get up." He leaves the room and you can hear water running in what you assume is probably the bathroom. He comes back into the room with a damp towel and hands it to you.
You thank him and clean off all the fluids from between your legs as he goes to get both of your clothes off the floor so you can get dressed when you're ready.
Looking at him putting his clothes back on brings forth a weird sort of sadness that this evening is coming to an end, so you can't help asking: "Hey, um.. I know we didn't agree on this being anything else but one night of fun… but would it be possible to maybe see you again sometime?" You're almost ashamed of only wanting more after such an amazing experience, but there's no hurt in asking, right?
"That good, huh?" He asks with a smirk. "I suppose I could give you my number, but I can't promise I'll always be available." He goes to get a pen and a piece of paper and writes something on it.
He hands you the paper and you can see a string of numbers and a word on it. His phone number and a name. John.