We had been flirting for weeks, teasing each other with dirty messages, both of us growing impatient for this night to finally arrive. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on her — and tonight, there would be no more holding back.
I had set the scene: candles flickering, the smell of roasted meat filling the house, and a bottle of wine breathing on the counter. But all of that became background noise the moment the doorbell rang.
I opened the door, and there she was — Enni. Drop-dead gorgeous, her curves wrapped tight in a red dress that clung to her body like a second skin. She smiled wickedly and held up the wine, but my eyes were already trailing down to that perfect, fuckable ass.
"Come in," I said, my voice low with hunger.
She stepped inside, and I closed the door behind her, resisting the urge to pin her against it right then and there. Instead, I played the gentleman — for now — and served the dinner I had prepared.
We ate, we drank, we flirted shamelessly. Underneath the polite conversation, the tension between us simmered, thick and electric. Every glance she threw me was a dare. Every slow lick of her fork, every sway of her hips as she adjusted in her seat, made my cock throb harder.
When I brought out dessert, she made her move. Her hand slid up my inner thigh, fingers brushing dangerously close to my aching cock. Our eyes locked, and she smirked, her voice dripping with sin: "I want to thank you properly for tonight."
Before I could react, she sank to her knees in front of me. With slow, deliberate movements, she undid my belt, dragged my pants and boxers down, and freed my already rock-hard cock. She licked her lips, the tip of her tongue teasing the sensitive head, making my entire body tense with need.
"God, you're big," she whispered, wrapping her hand around my shaft and stroking it slowly. Then she leaned in and sucked me into her mouth, warm and wet and utterly perfect. She moaned around me, and the vibration made me groan out loud, fisting her hair as I fought not to lose it too fast.
Her mouth was heaven and hell combined — soft, tight, greedy. She bobbed her head, spit pooling at the corners of her mouth, eyes locked onto mine like she knew exactly how close I was to exploding.
"Fuck," I growled. "Bedroom. Now."
She shook her head, pulling off with a pop and a wicked grin. "No," she said, hiking up her red dress and tossing her panties onto the floor. "I want you to bend me over the kitchen table and fuck me like you mean it."
I didn't need to be told twice.
I grabbed her hips, bent her over the table, and drove into her with a rough thrust that made her cry out, her nails scraping against the wood. She was soaking wet, her pussy swallowing me greedily, squeezing my cock so tight I nearly came on the spot.
"Harder," she begged. "Spank me. Use me."
I grinned darkly, grabbed a handful of her luscious ass, and gave it a hard slap that echoed in the kitchen. She whimpered and pushed back against me, desperate for more.
I pounded into her, relentless, one hand wrapped around her throat, the other slapping her ass until it was a delicious shade of red. She was a filthy, beautiful mess — moaning, cursing, begging for every inch of me.
"You love being used like this, don’t you?" I growled into her ear, thrusting deep, making her entire body jolt.
"Yes!" she cried out. "Fuck me harder. Fill me up. I need it."
I felt the orgasm building, white-hot and unstoppable.
"I'm gonna come," I warned, my voice a low snarl.
"Do it," she moaned. "Come deep inside me. Fill me, daddy."
That was it — I lost it. I slammed into her one final time and exploded, thick ropes of cum spilling deep inside her quivering pussy. She clenched around me, gasping my name like a prayer.
We collapsed onto the table, breathing hard, sweaty, completely spent — for now.
I kissed her neck, tasting the salt of her skin, and whispered against her ear, "Round two, bedroom. Now."
She looked over her shoulder with a devilish smile and nodded. Without waiting another second, we stumbled down the hallway, ready to tear each other apart all over again.
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