Page 4 of The Afterthought

His hand slides under my thong, ripping it as he pulls it to the side. Slowly, he slides his fingers through my center, taking in exactly how wet I already am. He wastes no time shoving two thick fingers into me, making me scream out at the intrusion. I clamp hard around them for a moment before letting my body relax to his touch.

"I like the way you sound when you scream." Chills spread over my body at his words. I wasn't expecting him to actually know what he's doing, but it looks like, for once, I may not actually be disappointed at the end of all of this.

He thrusts his fingers in and out of me, curling them at the perfect angle to rub against my sensitive walls. His thumb moves to make small circles over my clit, providing the perfect amount of stimulation my body needs to continually build my desire.

I find myself getting lost in the pleasure when suddenly he sinks to his knees in front of me and throws one of my legs over his shoulder. He pulls the hat off his head, sets it on the floor, and gets right to work. He dives headfirst into my pussy, wasting no time at all. His mouth finds my clit as he slides his fingers back inside me to pick up right where he left off.

I reach down and run my hands through his long hair, gripping it between my fingers to lead him right where I need him. I’m messing up his bun, but I don’t care. His tongue moves in rapid motion, flicking over my clit and sending electricity through me with every lick.

I feel the pressure building inside, shocked that not only did he drop to his knees for me, but he also managed to build me so close to what I know is going to be an earth-shattering orgasm. My legs begin to shake. I’m so fucking close.

"More," I moan, making him pick up his pace.

I buck my hips, grinding on his face as the slurping sounds from my wetness fill the room.

"Yes, right there!" I cry out. He growls against me, determined to make me crest that peak.

His mouth closes over my clit, and I lose it. Stars flash across my eyes as my body gives in to the overwhelming sensation. Shock waves pulse from my center down to the tips of my fingers and toes as my pussy clamps around his fingers, and I explode. The pleasure consumes me. He continues his relentless pace until my body works its way through the climax, and he finally pulls his fingers out of me.

He stands in front of me as I struggle to catch my breath and pops both of his fingers into his mouth, making a show of him sucking my juices off. I quickly free myself of all my clothing, watching as he does the same, and walk the few extra steps from the entry hallway to the living room.

He grabs me by the back of the neck before I can make it any further and bends me over the arm of the couch. "If my count was correct, that was definitely less than five minutes. I'll take what I want now."

Fuck, I love it when men actually take control. He kicks my legs apart, and I freeze for a moment, turning my head to look back at him. "Condom," I state firmly, pointing to the bowl perched atop my entertainment center.

"I'm not even going to ask," is all he says before walking over to grab a condom from the bowl. He rips the foil off and slides it right over his cock.

"Good, because I wasn't going to explain. Are you going to talk or fuck me?" I challenge.

"You know, if you keep talking to me like that, I may just fall in love." He laughs, but my body stiffens at the words. I don't fall in love, and the last thing I need is someone getting attached. This is just supposed to be a random fuck to deal with my emotions before heading back to my hometown.

"Relax, it was a joke," he says as he makes his way behind me.

He pushes my head down on the couch and smacks my ass with his free hand. All of the tension in my body slowly resides. I feel him slide his cock up and down my wet center before pushing himself into me. He goes slower than I would like, but I can't ignore the pleasurable feeling of him sliding in, inch by inch.

Once he is fully seated, he grips my hips and pulls back before slamming into me hard. I whimper at the feeling as he continues his assault on my pussy, thrusting in and out, over and over. I find myself chasing that familiar high, the pleasure once again building in my core.

One of his hands releases from my hips, and he slaps my ass again, making me clench around him. He softly rubs the spot before repeating the action, and fuck, it feels so good. I can feel my body getting close.

"Just like that, don't stop," I tell him, making sure he knows just how close I actually am.

"That's it, take all of me, bitch," he says, which shocks me and briefly pulls me out of the moment. His hand slides under me to find my clit, and he pinches it slightly. My pussy convulses around him, and I lose myself to another climax. I hear him grunt and jerk in and out behind me, a telltale sign that he has also just found his release.

When he slides himself out of me, I stand and point over in the direction of the garbage can, indicating for him to toss his used rubber out. I gather his clothes quickly, and when he turns back to face me, I throw them over to him. I've been through this enough times to know the sooner you kick them out, the better. They're less clingy that way.

"Hey, so, um, thanks for all of this, but I think you should head out now. I don't do cuddles."

"You don't do cuddles?" he questions. “Well, I can’t say I’m surprised.”

"Yeah, and I have a good bit of things I actually need to do anyway." I give him a fake smile, pointing over towards the door.

He looks over at me with a mixture of amusement and disbelief. "You're kicking me out?"

"Yeah, I am, so if you could go without it turning into a big thing, that would be great. The sex was surprisingly great, but it was just sex." I watch as he makes his way to the door with minimal protest.

"So, I can't get your number then?" he asks.

"Afraid not," I say as he pulls the door open, laughs, and disappears without a fight. That was actually way easier than I expected.

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