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“Yes, the date is going great, Kim! Now let me go. He’s almost back from the bathroom.” A young woman beamed.
I was watching some sappy romance movie on the television mindlessly, not aware of what was going on.
I wasn’t concentrating. I was more focused on my own thoughts in reality.
Where was he? He should’ve been home about thirty minutes ago.
I was never the type of girl to freak out when her boyfriend came home late. I never had to freak out. Josh was always home whenever he said he would be home. Every single day. No matter what.
He’s okay, worrywart. Watch the movie.
I took a deep breath and tried to direct my attention back to the film, attempting to make sense of what was going on.
The same 20-something year old lady was being escorted back home by her date, riding together on a motorcycle.
I felt my body go numb, and a daunting feeling enveloped me.
He couldn’t have….?
No crash, no harm, no worries. He’s fine. Stop overthinking this.
I also wasn’t the type to worry so much about something so trivial. So why this day? Why?
The couple on screen made awkward parting remarks, fighting the urge to kiss each other.
“I, um…. This was a great evening,” The man stammered, rubbing his neck shyly.
“Yeah, totally,” the girl replied. “So… I guess I’ll see you around?”
“Oh, for crying out loud!” I exclaimed, changing the channel. I couldn’t deal with the horrible dialogue, especially when I was starting to get in panic mode. This program wasn’t a very good distraction.
As soon as I picked up my phone to get ready to call him, I heard the door unlocking, and Josh walked through the door, kicked off his socks and shoes, and dropped his keys on the ground. He walked straight to the kitchen, not even looking in my direction.
“Well, hello to you too,” I called out to him, sarcasm apparent in my voice. “I was just about to call you and see where you were.”
“Sorry,” he murmured, head buried in the fridge. He backed out and slammed the door, and grunted. “Why don’t we have anymore beer in this fucking thing?”
“Whoa, what the hell is wrong with you?” I snapped back unintentionally. This bitter attitude in him put me in defense mode.
“What’s wrong is the fact that I didn’t get cast for the part. That’s what’s fucking wrong.” He spat, crossing his arms and exhaling in an irritated huff. He walked briskly down the hall, into the bedroom.
“Oh, baby…” My mood changed drastically to a sympathetic one, standing up to follow him. “I’m so sorry…”
“This was a serious, solid role!” He bellowed, taking off his shirt, and undoing his belt. “I need more of those! I can’t keep doing nothing but all this lighthearted, happy-go-lucky shit!”
I whimpered softly, putting on my best comforting face. I wrapped my arms around his neck, interrupting the process of him changing his clothes, kissing him lightly on the jaw. The second I did, I felt his tension ease up a little. His hard expression softened, and his eyes brightened a little.
“You’ll get other chances, babe.” I assured, nuzzling his neck. “I know you will.”
“But I wanted this one. This would’ve been perfect for me.” He pulled away from me, frowning even more than before. “I gave my fucking all.”
“I know. I’m sorry.” I apologized again, this time taking both of his arms in my hands, rubbing his biceps with my thumbs.
“I need a drink,” he barked. “I really, really do.”
“Or you need something else…” I mused, thinking of a way I can get his mind off of the awful news.
“Really? Like what?” He scoffed. “The part?”
“No,” I kissed along the span of his jawline. “You need…an outlet.”
I ran my fingers roughly down his back, feeling his muscles contract under my touch. “You know… Take all your frustration out somehow…perhaps on me.”
He sensed what I was getting at, and he grabbed my shoulders, holding me at arms’ length, looking me square in the eyes. His hazel stare darkened, causing me to suddenly feel weak in the knees.
“Baby, I have a ton of frustration,” He warned. “Are you sure you want me to take this route?”
“Yes.” I managed to utter, mesmerized by the look he was giving me.
Threatening…in a delicious way.
My heartbeat quickened as he grabbed my waist and toyed with the bottom of my oversized t-shirt.
He smirked in that devastatingly sexy way, and lifted the shirt up and over my head, exposing my black lacy bra.
“My favorite one,” he spoke under his breath, palming my breasts through the padded cups. “Perfect.”
My nipples hardened, longing to be exposed and stimulated in any way Josh thought appropriate. I moaned softly, pulling him closer to me. He unhooked my bra and let it fall off my shoulders and onto the ground.
Josh admired my chest, then pulled me tight to his recently developed torso. The feel of his sculptured pecs and flat, tight abs made my muscles clench deep in my belly, stirring up intense arousal down at my sex.
“My god,” I gasped at him. “You’re so…”
He interrupted my train of thought with a deep, erotic kiss, reaching a hand up between us, to one of my naked breasts and groping me, massaging me.
I tilted my head back and closed my eyes, escaping into a moment of bliss. “Babe, your hand feels so good,” I praised as his kisses trailed to my neck and his thumb and forefinger fidgeted with my nipple. My nub elongated and hardened further from the skilled twisting and pulling.
“Yeah, well prepare for what’s about to…come.” his corny double-entendre signaled that he was feeling a little more playful than earlier, thank God.
He let go of my body reluctantly and led me to the bed. I laid on it, legs spread wide, anxiously waiting.
The chill of the sheets made me shiver, and goosebumps rose upon my skin.
“Don’t worry,” he smiled smugly. “I’ll getcha good and warm.”
His words were an instant trigger to my muscles down below, which contracted in delight. I grinned at Josh knowingly, more than ready for the way I was going to get fucked tonight.
Josh slid down my sweatpants and panties together, down to my ankles and off of my feet, then proceeded to undress himself fully.
I watched in amazement as his erection was exposed, throbbing appealingly and making me fantasize about how it would feel, sliding in and out of me, fucking me into oblivion…
He swiped his hand between my folds, and I dripped in response, his touch so gratifying that I almost never wanted the feeling to go away. He rubbed my opening in tiny circles with his forefinger, and teasing my clit with his thumb. I gritted my teeth, fighting the urge to grind against his hand.
Let him take his time, I thought. Good things come to those who wait.
“Baby, you’re so wet for me,” Josh observed, his eyes dark and flickering with desire. He drew his hand away, licking my arousal off of his fingers. “And you taste fucking incredible, too.”
He crawled onto the bed with me, and got on his knees, and guided me in front of him.
I knew full well what he wanted, and I was more than glad to oblige. I positioned myself on all fours, facing away from him. I didn’t know precisely when he would make his next move until I felt that skin on skin contact in the moment. Although we’ve done this time and time again, this time was different.
And, like he foreboded, a whole hell of a lot rougher.
Josh ran his hands down my body, from my ribcage to my ass, stopping to massage my waist along the way…my weak spot. He then skimmed two fingers from the crevice of my rear back down to my labia, and suddenly rammed them into me, pumping in and out swiftly at the perfect angle.
I cried out loud as he fingered me, and I nearly collapsed, trying to adjust to the unexpected penetration. I was contracting against his fingers, and when I started to sense my pleasure ascending to a potential climax, he pulled out abruptly. He stroked my ass, and when just when I was starting to relax and recover a little, I felt it.
The head of his shaft was already entering between the lips of my aching sex, and before I knew it, he filled me, and we were one.
I bit my lip and let out a raspy groan as Josh plunged rhythmically. My vision went hazy, and with every thrust, heat was rising up within me, and I could feel tiny beads of sweat breaking through.
He picked up the pace, grunting, deep and throaty. He grabbed at my hips and dug his fingers into my skin.
“Josh, oh GOD!” I yelped as he slammed my hips against his fervently, ferociously thrusting, hitting my sweet spot every time.
“Holy fuck, you’re tight…” He growled, going even rougher.
I didn’t even know if it could get wilder than this, and if it did, I was ready.
Fuck, I was gonna be so sore after this.
I bit my bottom lip hard, clutching onto the pillow right in front of me, perspiration beginning to moisten nearly every square inch of my body. I shifted, spreading my legs a little further, allowing him to fill me even more.
I craved him and his relentless pounding. I craved that erotic sensation.
I was screaming in sheer animalistic satisfaction, his hard cock showing no mercy on me. I felt like I was onboard a roller coaster, tension building as I’m rising up to the peak…
Almost at the peak of the ride, I reached down from under me, shakily rubbing my clitoris, swollen and hard. My pussy was throbbing, and Josh was ruthless. He slurred a slew of profane words as hammered me senseless with his member.
“Baby, I’m close… I’m gonna come….” He panted, trembling behind every jerk of his hips, his manhood swelling even more inside me, stretching me. He banged my hips to him harder and harder, and all of a sudden, the car of the roller coaster sped up to the very peak, tipping over and plummeting down, sending me into pure euphoria and orgasmic bliss.
“Shit, Josh!” I wailed, body going completely numb. It was like I just ran a marathon. I took his last couple of plunges until he went over the edge, exploding inside me, dripping everywhere once he pulled out.
He and I laid side by side, panting for air. I grabbed his face in both of my hands, placing a kiss on his precious lips.
He flashed me a complacent grin, obviously satisfied with himself after what had just taken place.
“Feel better?” I asked, dropping my hands down, my fingertips finding his penis, stroking it lightly.
“Much,” he responded, kissing my forehead. “Maybe I just need to have bad days more often.”
“Maybe,” I joked, giggling as I burrowed my face in his neck. “Maybe.”
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