It was hot and humid. The AC was never on at night so she slept in a thin tank top and boy shorts. No covers and a fan blowing air from the window in to give a breeze to cool her skin.
She dreamt of sex and flesh. Words jumbling in her mind and flashes of body parts. Fingers, tongue, cock, breasts. All of it. She was lost in the center of the fuck and just barely noticed the fingers that trailed up her legs.
He had been standing over her bed, listening to her quick breathing, her skin damp from the humidity. Her tight shirt stretched over her breasts and the way her shorts hitched up high showing off her thigh. He started low on her ankle, tracing his fingers up her calf and brushing under her knee. She instinctively bent her leg, opening them, exposing her white panties that barely covered her pussy. He spread his fingers over her thigh, running his strong hands over her thighs and cupping her pussy gently in his palm before running it up her stomach.
She jolted out of her sleep and sat up, catching his hands at her throat. He moved quickly and pushed her back down, leaning over her and kissing her hard. Frightened and dazed, it took her a moment to comprehend what was going on. She pushed at his shoulders, but he was too strong, too heavy. His hand was low on her throat so she could still take labored breaths. Turning her head away from his forced embrace she recognized the tattoo on his forearm. Her eyes blazed and she spat at him “What the hell are you doing here???”
“It’s my turn,” he growled into her ear. Feeling teeth bite into her neck he let go of her throat and grabbed a handful of her hair, pinning her to the bed, “You’re my slut now.”
His voice penetrated into her skin. The weight of his body crushed her and a tightness in her chest spread lower. His desire flowed to her body and her pussy became wet, feeling his hard cock against her thigh. He instructed her in confident tones. “Don’t displease me bitch. This is what you want.”
“Yes,” she whispered, submissive.
He sat back and looked at her. She was laying on her bed, breathing hard. Her legs gently opened and her arms layed out by her head. She didn’t move, just waited. She was no longer frightened, but a little nervous. Her mind was racing and recounting conversations past. How he threatened, promised, to fuck her the way she had fucked him.
He pulled at her shorts and panties. Tugging them off he leaned back over her. One hand rested on her chest, just below her throat. Keeping her in place, as a warning. His other hand at her cunt. Using his thumb to stroke her clit, she could not hide her excitement. She was already wet, “Mmm, that’s nice. You’re so wet slut.”
He stroked her clit, sliding it over her bud over and over until it was hard and sensitive. Her legs opened farther, he moved faster, pressed a little harder but not hard enough. Her body shook with need and balanced on the edge. He stared down at her, watching her- the one who had owned him many nights- trembling under his touch. He would be gentle with her, for now.
Her voice broken, she whimpered and pleaded. “More, please more…” It was too sensitive and she was not going to have release this way. It was too sensitive and not enough to push her past the edge. He knew this, they had enough conversation about it and he had been forced to bring her to orgasm enough times to know exactly where and how she needed to be touched. He would not pretend not to know.
As his mouth closed over her hot slit, his warm lips covered her and his tongue stroked over her sweet spot, she came immediately. Cum rushed from her hole and she called out to the heavens, and to him. It was music to his ears, “Oh fuck, yes, M- fuck. Take me.”
Take me….
