She loved the rare opportunities she was allowed to stay overnight. Schedules and life made sleepovers difficult. So when they happened, she cherished them. Couldnât stop thinking about them when they popped up on her calendar. Obsessed over the thought of getting so much time with the sexy beast of a man whoâd occupied her thoughts and heart.
Their bodies couldnât have been more different, and she loved the contrast. Hers: petite, athletic, muscular. His: big, tall, soft, powerful. She fantasized, when they were apart, about how it felt to slowly weave her hands through the patches of hair on his chest, down his broad midsection to his engorged cock, using her thumb to play around the head, the slick feel of copious amounts of precum encouraging her to keep going.
How much she loved grabbing his meaty ass in her tiny hands.
How much she loved dragging her nails up and down his muscular back, all the way to his neck and into his hair.
She hated to admit just how desperate she was for this man. She secretly hated herself for being so desperate, but not enough to stop seeing him.
Especially when the sex was as transcendental as theirs.
She fell asleep mid-conversation that night, head on his chest, feeling warm and safe in his arms, after a passionate round of sex. Heâd almost come in her mouth a few times, he made her come with her rabbit vibrator, with her ass hovering over his face, his cock in her mouth. She rode him on top and made him come with her hand, jacking him off - a flat palm on the underside of his cock, a soaking wet pussy, hard clit, warm lips enveloping the front. He comes so quickly and forcefully that way.
She rolled over, covered her naked body with a top sheet, and settled in to sleep in her favorite position - on her stomach.
He had other plans for her besides sleeping.
What time was it? Maybe 3 am? She felt him roll towards her before she was fully awake, with him tugging at the sheet so it fell gently away from her ass. It startled her.
Her heart stopped at the same time her cunt immediately flooded with this gesture. Something about the soft sheet being dragged across her naked body was a turn-on. Or, was it his intensity, his urgency, his need this time that did it? The fact that he surprised her in the middle of the night?
This wasnât a usual, gentle request for her to wake up to fuck. This was an ambush.
He knew she loved being woken up for fucking. The initial confusion about what was happening, being startled from slumber. The sudden realization that it didnât matter if she wanted him or not - that she was going to be taken, and she couldnât stop it.
This time would be a conquest, a fulfillment of a sudden, overwhelming urge of desire.
What she wanted was to grab his ass and pull him harder and deeper inside her. But that wasnât allowed tonight.
What she got was her small hands pinned above her head by her smaller wrists, held tightly in place by his strong grip.
What she felt was him using his other hand to gather her shoulder length, thick mane of hair off to one side, allowing full access to the nape of her neck, where he planned to breathe her in, nuzzle her with his scruffy beard, and nibble at one of her most sensitive spots. The one that never failed to make her soaking wet.
Pinned to the bed, still on her stomach, with her hair being tightly pulled, he began to slide his cock up and down her slit. From behind.
Her favorite feeling. The teasing play between her pussy and ass drove her mad.
He was already hard, and began tapping the entrance to her cunt with the thick, swollen, slick head of his shaft.
Her wrists started to hurt from the pressure he put on her, resulting in a whimper. He turned her face so it was buried in her hair, shoved in the pillow. It was hard to breathe. This added to the intensity. Heightened her senses and brought up even more desperation.
He knew it, too. It was what he wanted. To remind her what he could do, if he chose to.
Eventually, he released one hand, which she greedily slid between her legs, playing with the cock she so badly wanted inside her.
She responded to his aggression by using a gentler touch than usual to tease the ridge under his head, and very softly stroke his length. She kept his cock nestled between her pussy lips, giving him something else to grind against and letting her control the intensity of his touch on her cunt.
Which, at this point, was swollen, soaking and ready again.
Was she enjoying it too much? Is that why he stopped, giving her hole just the tip? Feeling her squeeze her hole as tightly as she could, making it hard for him to shove it in?
Or was it because he wanted to coax her into playing with herself?
She tilted her hips up slightly to give her more room to play with her clit. Sheâd not been so wet since the last time they were together.
She knew he was turned on by her taking control of her own pleasure. She stopped being the good girl he expected, and turned into the slut he craved.
She pushed her hips back and in one swoop, took his length all the way inside her, enveloping his cock in her warm, wet pussy, squeezed as tight as she could, appreciating how his member hit every ridge and crevice from deep within.
He moaned in appreciation. She expected him to pull out, return to the heavy grinding he was so very good at.
But he kept thrusting. Harder, faster, with more urgency.
He gripped her hair even tighter. Bit into her neck.
He quickly pinned both her wrists back above her head, in a sudden show of strength. She relished this power battle between them. She loved the feeling of being stretched out, both her body, feeling long and sexy underneath someone so powerful, and her cunt, stretched sideways by his massive cock.
She felt as if she was floating.
She felt every twitch of his bare cock inside her, hardening, growing fatter with each stroke, getting close.
She clenched her tunnel tightly, which caused an almost involuntary whisper of, âthatâs it,â and was all she needed to keep going.
She turned her face to the side, grazing that perfect beard with her lips, somehow freeing a hand from his grasp so she could pull his hair, too.
She whispered, âI need your cum inside me. Now.â
Scratching his scalp, burying his head further in her neck, fucking back and meeting him stroke for stroke, she felt him tip over the edge.
She relished feeling his cum released deep inside her, the warm, wet sensation adding to her own pleasure. How she loved that feeling of fullness that resulted from an engorged, heavy cock, releasing its load in her cunt, squeezing every drop of cum from this beautiful manâs body.
He laid on top of her, breathless, feeling her own orgasm that happened in response to his. Her involuntary cunt twitches were almost too much for him. Almost.
His touch returned to a gentle one, stroking her side, gently running his fingers through the same hair that heâd recently pulled. With a gentle kiss on the ear, he whispered, âI knew there was a dirty little slut inside there. You are a very good whore.â
Incredible story.
Grrrrrr... sometimes you need it like that - spontaneous, gritty, passionate, aggressive. Sounds like they are good for each other!
They have their moments, for sure đ thank you for the kind words!
A delicious ambush. Great arousing story
Delishiously wonderful đ
Awesome story great read and very well written Elle
Great story đđŸ!!!
There's nothing like seeing the slutty side of a woman be released. Great story.
The perfect middle-of-the-night fuck so very beautifully written and punctuated with delicious filth, Elle. This story is already one of my favourites on LS.
You're making me blush. đ thank you so much, my friend. Reading works like yours inspires me to be a better writer & I'm looking forward to more from you soon too!