Dancing With A Stranger.

"You thought I joking when I said I was going to make you beg for me to stop huh?," he said in his deep husky voice, balls deep inside me with his hands wrapped around my ponytail.

Each deep slow stroke made my legs shake accompanied by the toe curling sensation ,driving me inches closer to my orgasm.

He was in full control and definitely knew what he was doing to me and god his cock sent me to a different dimension I never knew existed.

" No no no pretty face , don't cum yet,…I'm just getting started…"

Correction, that was our third round, only heavens knew what I got myself into because whatever shit this guy was on was sent from hell.

" I hate liars…now be a good girl and take this dick like you said you would."

I was perched on all fours with my ass in the air, moaning like my life depended on it.

With each thrust I felt his dick grow thicker and hotter, maybe it was the effect of my intoxicated state but I was sober enough to know that that was some good dick.

Squelch, slosh , Squelch , slosh

The room was filled with the slick sound of our bodies moving together wet, messy, and unbearably hot

The clove water I had been taking worked wonders, I was dripping wet as fuck covering him in my juices.

" Yes … take it all in, I'm making your pussy mine , Say it ….say it's mine."

" I-I-It's yours…"

" I can't hear you , who does it belong to ?"

" It's yours."

Spank !

His hand collided with my ass, living a pleasant sting I had been craving for, and the way my soaked heat welcomed him only made the moment more intense.

I bit my lip, barely holding back a moan, completely lost in the way he filled me, stretched me, claimed me.

His grip tightened on my hips as he slammed into me harder, faster, like he couldn't get deep enough. The sound of our bodies colliding grew louder, filthier wet slaps filling the room, echoing like a rhythm only we knew.

I was soaked, and he was relentless, using it to his advantage as he drove into me with wild, punishing thrusts.

My nails dug into the sheets, my moans turning into broken cries with each powerful stroke.

He growled low in his throat, his breath hot against my neck, and I swore I felt him everywhere. Every thrust sent a jolt up my spine, my body arching to meet him, desperate and hungry for more.

"Fuck , so tight and sweet," he grunted, voice rough and strained as he drove into me again, harder this time. I cried out, the sound torn from my throat before I could even catch my breath.

"Don't stop," I gasped, eyes rolling back as another wave of heat rushed through me. "Harder, please don't you dare stop."

He growled like an animal, flipping me onto my stomach in one swift move. My cheek pressed into the pillow as he dragged my hips up, slamming into me from behind with brutal force.

The wet, rhythmic slaps were obscene, and I loved every damn second of it. My body burned, stretched and trembling, every thrust knocking the air out of my lungs. I could barely form thoughts anymore just need, just him, just this.

I wanted him to ruin me, to break me open and make me feel nothing but him.

"Say you're mine ," he demanded, slapping my ass hard enough to sting.

"God—I'm fucking yours !" I cried, back arching, legs shaking.

"That's right," he hissed. "You're mine."

He pulled out suddenly, leaving me clenching around nothing, gasping from the loss.

"Get on the table," he ordered, voice dark and low, the dominance even made my clit tingle.

I stumbled toward the table, heart racing, legs shaky. Before I could even brace myself, he grabbed my waist and bent me over it.

The cold wood against my skin made me shiver, but the next second, his thick length was pressing back inside me, deeper than before.

"Oh my ahhhh—" I whimpered rolling my eyes , nails scratching the surface of the table.

"You love this, don't you?" he growled, thrusting into me mercilessly.

"Being used like this. So fucking wet for me."

The sound was louder now

squelch, slap, slap, slosh,

soaked, raw, animalistic.

He leaned over me, his chest against my back, one hand snaking around to grab my throat while the other gripped my thigh, pulling it up onto the table for better access.

"Say it," he hissed in my ear, teeth grazing the shell. "Tell me who owns this tight little pussy."

"You do," I gasped, voice trembling. " It's yours. All yours."

His fingers tightened around my neck, not enough to hurt, just enough to make my breath hitch and my arousal spike.

"Good girl," he whispered, slamming into me harder, faster. "Now take it."

And I did every filthy, mind-numbing thrust. I took all of him like I was made for it.

His hand loosened around my throat and slid down to wrap around my waist, pulling me closer, holding me like he didn't want to let go

"I need you ," he murmured against my back, voice cracked, almost broken. "Even when you didn't want to meet me... I know you wanted this and I wanted you."

My heart twisted in my chest. My fingers reached for his, squeezing them tightly as I pushed my hips back, matching his rhythm.

"I never stopped thinking about you," I whispered, voice trembling. "Even when you hurt me. Even when I swore I wouldn't respond to you."

His pace picked up again harder, but now with that aching urgency, like he was trying to pour everything he couldn't say into every thrust. I could feel the emotion in him, in every touch, every breath, every time he said my name like a prayer and a curse.

He turned my head slightly, kissing me messy, desperate, full of everything we'd been holding in. His lips moved against mine in rhythm with his hips, and I was falling apart.

"I'm close," I moaned, thighs shaking, walls tightening around him. "I-I can't hold it-"

"Come with me," he growled, biting my shoulder, hands gripping my hips as his thrusts grew ragged. "I need to feel you. Now."

His fingers slid between my thighs, rubbing circles against my swollen clit, and that was it.

My body tensed, back arched, as the orgasm ripped through me like a wave of fire and stars. I cried out as my body pulsed around him.

With a broken growl, he drove into me one last time, deep and hard, his body jerking as he spilled inside me, loud groans echoing against my skin. He collapsed against my back, arms wrapped around me tightly, as if afraid I'd disappear.

We stayed like that, breathing heavy, skin sweaty, hearts pounding in sync. And for the first time in a long time, it didn't feel like just sex.

It felt like something more.

His weight was still pressed against me, both of us trembling and breathless. I could feel his heart pounding against my back, fast and unsteady like mine. For a few seconds, we didn't speak we just breathed, our bodies tangled, skin slick with sweat.

Then he slowly pulled out, gently, like he was afraid to hurt me. I winced at the sudden emptiness, my legs nearly giving out, but his arms caught me.

"Hey," he whispered, turning me to face him. "I got you ."

He lifted me like I weighed nothing, cradling me against his chest and carrying me to the bathroom.

The warm water soothed my aching body as he knelt in front of me, softly wiping me clean with a towel. His touch was careful nowtender, reverent like he was making up for how rough he'd been.

"You okay?" he asked, eyes searching mine.

I nodded, voice caught in my throat. "Yeah. Just… full. In every way."

A small smile tugged at his lips, but there was something more in his eyes something raw, unguarded.

He kissed my thigh, then my stomach, then stood and helped me into one of his shirts.

We curled up in bed, the world outside fading away. He pulled me close, my head resting on his chest, his hand drawing slow, lazy circles on my back.

"I'm sorry," he whispered into the darkness. "For everything. I was angry. Hurt. I thought I lost you forever ."

I blinked, tears stinging my eyes, but I didn't hide them. "I never stopped thinking about you,either. I just didn't know if we could come back from it."

He kissed the top of my head and held me tighter. "We don't have to rush anything. Just… stay here. With me. Tonight."

"I'm not going anywhere," I murmured, letting my eyes flutter shut as his warmth wrapped around me.

The sound of his heartbeat lulled me, steady and strong beneath my ear. And for the first time in a long time, I felt safe. Loved. Home.

We drifted off like that bodies tangled, hearts stitched back together by sweat, moans, and whispered truths in the dark.