used and full

I was shy when I got there. Soft voice. Tight thighs. Pretending I wasn’t soaking through my panties the second he looked at me.

He pulled me onto his lap. I could feel his cock under thick, pulsing, demanding. “Take it out,” he whispered. “Show me what you need.”

I pulled him free and slid down slow, gasping as he stretched me open. So full. So fucking deep. My shy girl act melted the second he bottomed out.

I rode him sloppy, moaning into his neck, grinding down until he was shaking. His hands found my ass. My hair. My throat.

“Good little slut,” he growled. “You needed this cock, didn’t you?”

I couldn’t even answer, I was already gagging on him. Down on my knees, mouth wide open, spit dripping from my lips. I sucked him like I needed it to live

He came in my mouth first. Then shoved me back on his lap and filled my pussy next. Warm, thick, so much.

I fell asleep dripping full. And woke up with him behind me, cock hard, slipping back inside like I belonged to him. I was still leaking. Still open. Still twitching.

“Good slut,” he moaned in my ear. “Still fuckable in the morning.”

He fucked me slow and deep, holding my hips still while I cried out, ruined again. I came with him inside me. Again. And again.

By the time the sun rose, I couldn’t tell what was his and what was mine. Just full. Fucked. And filthy.

Exactly how he wanted me.