This is our second chance, and I’m not botching it up!
“Katie!” I delight in my name as he pushes me against the far wall, his mouth on my throat and his hands all the fuck over me. There’s nothing to brace myself on. Nothing to sit on, nothing to lean against… just this damned wall. I feel like a teenager again, wearing my gala dress as the hottest boy around pulls it up, pulls it down, releases me to his hungry, horny eyes and anticipates me way too much. Yet I’m able to capture that feeling I had twelve years ago. The sheer amount of want I felt. Even now, as Ian finds the fortitude in his lust to dump out his wallet and produce a tiny metal box that he carries a condom in. Always ready.
That’s how it was back then. Only I don’t let him put it on. I take the condom from his hand, rip it open, and press the rubber opening against the head of his erect cock. Slowly I torture myself – and him – rolling it down his shaft until my hand slips against his base, then his sack. When my hand comes back up, I unbutton the rest of his shirt, marveling in how toned his chest is. A few hairs tickle my lips as I kiss him there, lifting my leg while he pulls down my pants far enough to expose my ass to the wall. Fuck it. I’m taking them off.
After I kick off my trousers, Ian lifts up one of my legs and shoves it against the wall. I’m exposed. Although I’m still covered by my underwear, it means nothing when one thick finger pulls them aside and dips into my wetness. My head tilts up, and I’m staring at the ceiling, Ian’s finger testing how wet and open I am for his cock.
It’s insanity.
Moans leave my body as Ian’s mouth traverses my chest, his tongue flicking against my nipples and becoming intimate with the cleavage between my breasts. Both are pushed into his face, and it looks like he’s burying himself in them, his driving need for me so great that he’ll kiss and suck anything he encounters.
His finger pulls out of me and instead spreads apart my opening. Oh God, oh fuck, the head of his cock is rubbing against my clit, and wetness is spilling from me, down my thighs, and dripping onto the fucking floor. My arms are wrapped tight around his torso, my hands clutching his shoulder, his cheek, and my mouth searching for his.
I want him so tight around me that I completely forget where we are or what we’re supposed to be doing.
“What are you waiting for?” I say, attempting to slip my opening over the head of his cock. “Fuck me.”
All I hear is a determined groan, and then my back is slammed against the wall, my leg held out…
And Ian Mathers’s cock penetrates me.
I can’t hold in my cry of surprise. I thought I was ready. I thought I was so wet already that the size of him didn’t matter. I was wrong. I was super fucking wrong.
It hurts at this angle, and I don’t care. His girth is spreading me apart, forcing its way up and in, pushing aside anything in its way as it awkwardly settles inside me. My eyes are wide open, my mouth hangs open with them, and my breath is caught in my chest. That is until Ian pulls out, slowly, the condom covered in my wetness and more replacing what he just took.
And then he slams it back in.
Let’s be fair. I asked for this. I told him to fuck me, and that’s exactly what he’s doing. He’s impaling me against the wall. That thick, cut cock of his is not only deep inside me, but it’s reaching higher, pushing so far in that his strength alone is enough to hold me there as he raises my other leg. Oh fuck. Oh FUCK. My feet aren’t on the ground. The only thing keeping me steady is his holy shit oh God what is this cock and his hands holding me up beneath my knees.
I hold onto his shoulders for dear life, my body completely at his whims as he thrusts into me, my wet folds getting wetter until it’s all smooth sailing down there. In the faint light of the room I can even see it when I look down. I can see the full length of his cock slip out of me, glistening in my wetness before plunging back in. I can hear the sounds of our union, that rhythmic, erotic smacking of flesh that is only matched by the whimpers in my mouth and the groans in his throat.
It’s all too much at once. His thickness has me completely impaled, filled, and begging for more. I’ve never felt anything like it. When he pulls out, I feel empty. When he thrusts back in, I have to stretch and spread all over again. It gets easier with every careful thrust, but I’m still amazed. Who has ever felt it like this before? Not me. Maybe it’s the angle. Maybe it really is him. All I know is that I’ve never had sex like this in my life. I’m sliding up and down the wall with every thrust, my breasts bouncing against my chest and right beneath Ian’s eyes. His tongue flicks against my nipples before his lips suck on them, the sensations sending bolts of pleasure through my whole body and making me cry in wonder.
I don’t care who hears us. Security guard, cleaning personnel… fucking enjoy the sounds you hear. All I care about is the right here, right now, and right now Ian Mathers’s cock is giving me the greatest pleasure of my life.
“That’s it…” I whimper, entranced with the sensation inside me. “Fuck me, Ian!”
He does.
The man is an animal. A sex monster. He pierces me over and over, forcing my opening to spread so wide and my insides to split in order to take him. I’ve been wall-banged before, and it wasn’t like this. That guy could barely get halfway in me, and even so it was enough. Now? I feel myself take every inch of Ian’s cock. My thighs are sore and my legs don’t know where to dangle over his hands, but I don’t care… because Ian’s cock is driven in to the hilt, and the head of his cock has found my G-spot.
Goodbye. I’m gone!
I don’t even come from my clit being rubbed. I don’t come from my nipples being sucked and bitten. I don’t come from his tongue down my throat, his groans echoing in my mouth. No, I’m coming purely from the pounding I endure, my core swallowing Ian up and my inner walls tightening all around him.
My climax comes so swiftly that I barely have time to enjoy its arrival… but boy do I enjoy its stay. So long, so drawn out, my toes tingling in my heels that tap against the wall with every thrust. I’m so aware of my breasts, of the air tickling my nipples. Every nerve in my body is alive, and on fire. The burn spreads through me, like a radiation of warmth, and halfway through my orgasm I’m coaxing my muscles to massage this man’s cock.
I look into his eyes, my moan absolutely shameless.
“Fucking come for me,” he growls, his voice tired, but his body unrelenting. “Come for me, Katie. Do it for me.”
I am, Ian. You’ve got me so trapped that I have no choice but to swallow your cock inside of me and wait for you to…
…To…
The world blackens as I close my eyes, my orgasm subsiding but Ian taking me to a new level. He’s not stopping. I’ve come, but he’s still fucking me, everything so wet and slick now that it’s almost embarrassing how easily he pummels into me. My orgasm has subsided, and yet here comes another, quicker, dirtier one, threatening to make me whine, to make me beg.
I don’t beg.
I swear I don’t.
“Make me come!” I’m begging anyway, his speed so intense that my voice shakes. “I wanna come with you!”
One loud grunt fills the air. His thick cock is still tearing me in two. Another grunt. He’s pulling all the way out and then heaving back into me again. I’m so wide, so fucking cavernous that every time he leaves me I’m begging for him to fill me again.
Another orgasm. A smaller one, but still intense. My voice is so loud in this room that I know someone can hear me. Fuck, I don’t care. I open my eyes again and see Ian above me, his third and final grunt claiming the last of my sanity.