Until sunrise

Tuesday into Wednesday: Our Conversation

From Tuesday afternoon into Wednesday, our phones barely rested. What started as casual check-ins quickly spiraled into a teasing, filthy build-up that left me restless and aching.

Me:
Hey… you up for a late-night adventure this week? 😏

Vic:
Always. When are you free?

Me:
Tomorrow night. I’ll be at my brother’s until late, but after that, I’m all yours.

Vic:
That sounds perfect. Where should we meet?

Me:
There’s a hotel close to my brother’s. I’ll get a room and send you the info.

Vic:
I can’t wait to see you. Been thinking about your body all week.

Me:
You better make it worth my while. I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk straight.

Vic:
I’m going to ruin you. Just picturing you in those little thongs… fuck, you have no idea what I want to do to you.

Me:
Tell me.

Vic:
I want you on your knees, begging for my dick. I want to feel your mouth, then bend you over and fill you until you’re dripping down your thighs.

Me:
God, I want you so bad. I want you deep inside me, no holding back.

Vic:
I never hold back with you. Just be ready.

Me:
Always am. I’ll text you the room number tomorrow. Bring your stamina.

Vic:
And you bring that mouth of yours. I want to see you take every inch.

Me:
Deal. Good night.

Vic:
Good night. Dream of me inside you.

By Wednesday afternoon, every message had me on the edge, my body humming with anticipation. I could barely focus on anything else, my mind replaying his words, imagining Vic’s hands, his mouth, the roughness I craved.

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Wednesday Night

After finishing up chores/errands at my brother’s, sticky and flushed from anticipation, I packed my bag and headed to the hotel. I realized I’d forgotten bottled water, so after checking in, I made a quick stop at the convenience store. My hands shook as I unlocked the room, my heart pounding with every step.

Back in the room, I dropped off the water, grabbed some ice, and took a hot shower, letting the steam heighten my senses. I slipped into a clean white t-shirt and my favorite lacy thongs-pink polka dots in the front, hugging my curves perfectly. I left the door cracked, but Vic still knocked, always thoughtful.

Vic stepped in, eyes already devouring me. “You look incredible,” he said, voice low and hungry. He pressed me against the wall, kissing me hard, his hands roaming, squeezing my ass, cupping my tits, making me gasp. He dropped his bag and disappeared into the shower, leaving me against the wall, anticipation building. I laid down and not much later,  I felt Vic’s hand squeeze my ass, waking me up – I’d fallen asleep.

Vic pulled me up, spun me around, and his gaze was feral. Without a word, he yanked off my shirt, leaving me in just my thongs. He pressed me against the mirror, his body flush against mine, hands cupping my breasts, kneading and pinching my nipples until I whimpered.

“Don’t stop,” I whispered, grinding back against him, feeling him hard against me.

“You like that?” Vic murmured, biting the base of my neck, his dick grinding against me.

“Yes. I want you. I want all of you,” I moaned, pushing my hips back, desperate for more.

Vic spun me around, his mouth hot on my tits, sucking and biting until I was squirming. “You’re so wet,” he whispered, sliding his hand down, feeling the heat between my thighs. “You want me inside you, don’t you?”

“I want you to fuck me until I can’t think.”

Vic grinned, dropping to his knees, kissing down my stomach, his breath hot against my skin. He tugged my panties aside, his tongue flicking over my clit, making me arch and gasp. “You taste amazing. I want you to come for me.”

I grabbed his hair, grinding against his mouth. “Don’t stop. Make me cum. Make me scream.”

Vic licked and sucked until I was shaking, cumming hard, my thighs trembling. “That’s it, cum for me,” he whispered, licking me clean.

Finally, I pulled Vic up, desperate, and dropped to my knees, pulling his towel away and taking his cock in my mouth. He was big-far more than I could handle at once-but I tried, taking him as deep as I could, gagging as he hit the back of my throat.

“God, you look so good with my dick in your mouth,” Vic groaned, his hand tangled in my hair. “Take it deeper. I want to see you try.”

I tried, but I was gagging and choking more than I could. “You’re too big for my mouth,” I gasped, looking up at him with watery eyes.

“Keep going. I know you can take me in that mouth of yours,” Vic urged, guiding me deeper. “I want to see those tears in your eyes.”

I kept trying, letting Vic move in and out of my mouth, choking and gagging as he watched. “That’s it. You can take it.” He groaned, dick pulsing, and then he came, hot and thick, down my throat. I swallowed every drop, looking up at him as he moaned.

I wiped my mouth, feeling wild and wanted. “Do you like it when I choke on your dick?” I teased, licking my lips.

Vic smirked, pulling me up. “It drives me crazy.” He kissed me hard, then pushed me gently back to my knees, and I sucked his gorgeous dick again, deeper this time, determined to take all of him. He moaned, “Just like that,” and came down my throat again, his hands gripping my hair tight, his body shuddering.

Vic led me to the bed, helping me lay back, and started fingering my soaking wet pussy. “You’re dripping for me,” he whispered, sliding two fingers inside, curling them just right. “You want to be filled, don’t you?”

“Yes. Fill me. I want all of you,” I begged, grinding against his hand.

He teased me with his fingers and the tip of his dick, making me whimper, “Please. I need you.” But he kept working me with his fingers until I was shaking, cumming all over his hand.

Vic grabbed one of the Magnums I’d brought, rolled it on, mounted me, and started pounding me hard. “You like that? You like when I fuck you like this?” he grunted, slamming into me.

“Harder. Don’t stop. I want to feel you deep,” I begged, wrapping my legs around him, pulling him closer. The sound of skin on skin, the slap of his hips, my moans echoing off the walls-it was all-consuming.

He grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head, his thrusts rough and relentless. “You feel so good. I could fuck you all night.”

“Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop. I want to cum again,” I gasped, my body shaking.

Vic kept going, taking me to the edge and over, again and again, until his last load was so big he burst right through the condom, cumming deep inside me. His dick twitched and pulsed as he kept thrusting, filling me up. When he pulled out and saw the broken condom, he swore. “Damn. Condom ripped.”

“That’s ok,” I said, breathless. “We don’t need it.”

Vic tossed the condom and joined me back on the bed, curling up behind me and pulling me close. I felt him, still semi-hard, pressed against me. I drifted off, knowing he’d wake me up soon for another round.

We slept for about an hour before Vic woke me with kisses. “I need you again,” he whispered.

I rolled onto my stomach, but Vic shook his head. “No. Stand up, face the bed.”

I got up, facing him as he rolled another condom onto his dick. God, I just wanted him raw. I always loved being intimate with Vic, but I’d prefer him bare.

He caught my gaze. “Are you here with me?”

I blinked, looking at him. “Sorry, I was just thinking about how good you feel inside me.”

Vic grabbed my hand, kissed my fingers, and whispered, “Can I have you any way I want?”

“Always,” I said as I kissed him hard. “You don’t need to ask.”

He smiled, pinched my nipples, and told me to lean over the bed. I spread my legs for him, bracing myself. Vic pressed the tip of his cock against my ass, easing in slowly, letting me adjust to the stretch. He pushed deeper, filling me, making me moan.

“You feel incredible,” Vic murmured, grabbing my hips and moving in and out, picking up speed, his hand coming down to spank me, making me gasp and whimper. “You take all of me so well.”

“Don’t stop,” I begged, lost in the rhythm, the sensation of being filled. He kept going, relentless, until I was trembling, my body shaking with pleasure. “Cum for me,” he urged, and I did, crying out, my body clenching around him as he finished, shuddering and breathless.

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The Rest of the Night

We barely slept. Every time I drifted off, Vic would pull me close, his hands roaming, his mouth finding my skin, whispering what he wanted to do to me next. He slid his hand between my legs, finding me wet and ready again. “You’re addictive,” he murmured.

“Take me again,” I whispered, grinding against him. “I want you to come in my mouth this time.”

Vic rolled me onto my back, straddling my chest, feeding me his dick. I took him deep, letting him move in my mouth, choking and gagging, my eyes locked on his. “You taste so good,” I whispered, licking him clean after he came, savoring every drop.

We fucked again and again, every round dirtier than the last-me on top, riding him, Vic bending me over the edge of the bed, spanking me, telling me how good I felt, how much he wanted me. I begged for more, begged for him to fill me, to make me come until I was spent.

As dawn crept in, Vic wrapped me in his arms, our bodies sticky and tangled in sweat-soaked sheets. He pressed a kiss on my forehead. “You’re trouble, you know that?” he whispered, grinning.

“Only for you,” I murmured, smiling, utterly spent.

Vic had to get up early for work, but before he left, he took me one last time, slow and deep, his mouth at my ear: “I’m going to be thinking about you all day. About how you taste, how you sound when you cum for me.”

And as Vic slipped out the door, I lay there, sore, satisfied, and already aching for the next time I’d get to be with him.