Hi everyone!

Another narration of an original story of mine. This one was fun to write!

DESCRIPTION They see each other monthly at meetings for work that alternate between the cities where they live. They hooked up last time, and they both want it again, but she makes him work for it.

NAMES USED Baby

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“I know you’re ready for me to fuck you again.” He was arrogant. He was annoying. He was so fucking hot.

“How do I know you’ll be good this time?” I crossed my arms and took a step back from him. “I need proof.”

“I mean, you came twice last time.”

“Yeah, but what if that was your A game? Like what if this time the dick is trash?” I swirled my glass in my hand, the ice clinking against the side.

“It won’t be. You know it isn’t.”

“That’s just like, your opinion, man.”

“So now you’re quoting Big Lebowski at me? So sexy, by the way.”

“Okay, that’s one point for knowing that.” I laughed and moved a step closer to him. “But I don’t want this to be a waste of my time. I can make myself cum in like 30 seconds.”

He moved closer to me, resting his forearm on the bar, his hand reaching and curling towards me. But he didn’t touch me.

“Come home with me.” His eyes were intense, staring straight into mine.

“So you can hold me captive in your hovel? No thanks. I’m literally staying in this hotel, we can just go upstairs.”

“Come on, I don’t live far. And the meeting’s where you live next time, so you can hold me captive then.”

I acted shocked. “Next time! You’re not even close this time.”

“You just said we could go to your room.”

“Okay that was a huge IF. That was like, IF I decide fucking you again is not a total waste of time, and IF this conversation gets so boring that I decide I’d rather fuck you than talk to you.”

“So fucking me is better than talking to me.”

“Absolutely.”

I tried to control my breathing, so he couldn’t see my chest moving up and down. He glanced down and back up.

“Come home with me.” He said it again, staring with the same intensity.

“Fine. But you’re paying for this drink.”

He didn’t speak. He just turned to the bartender and held up his hand for the check. While he waited for it, he ordered a car.

The ride was short. He unlocked his door and flipped on the lights. It was cleaner and better decorated than I’d imagined. He was always dressed stylishly and smelled good at work, but he was such a dick that I imagined he had no idea how to live alone. Like he needed someone to take care of him. But it seemed like I was wrong.

He pushed me up against the wall, swiftly, but not too hard. His hands were all over me, but he kept his distance with his body. He didn’t try to kiss me, we were both just breathing hard. He grabbed my wrists in his hands and pushed them behind my back, holding them with one hand while the other one explored my chest. He moved his face right in front of mine, and said, “I know what you like better than you do, I know what you want before you even know you want it.”

I wanted to agree with him, I really did. But something in me said not to give him the satisfaction. This is the kind of guy who gets whatever he wants. I knew he wanted me, and I wanted him to work for it. “Do you want to hear me say you’re the best? Do you want to hear me say nobody’s ever made me cum like you did? You want to hear me say you can read my fucking mind? Oh please, daddy, do whatever you want to me, make me cum? I wouldn’t say that shit to you.”

He exhaled sharply with every sentence I spoke, and gripped me tighter and harder as I kept talking.

“You want to make me mad with your mouth, huh? You want to throw me off? So you can act like I don’t fuck you good enough? So you can act like you can make yourself cum better than I can? Noooo no you know you can’t. You can do it faster but you can’t do it better. Now,” he put his mouth to my ear, “shut the fuck up and let me fuck you.”

“Let me go.” He hesitated, and I widened my eyes and raised my eyebrows. He dropped my wrists. I walked further into the room and turned back to look at him. “Which way?”

He pointed to the left and I walked slowly towards his bedroom. Without turning around, I asked, “Can you be rough, or can you just talk shit?”

“Well, I definitely feel like slapping the shit out of your annoying ass.”

I laughed and turned around as I backed into his room. “You can’t slap me.” I bit my lip and he reached his hands out and wrapped them around my waist, drawing me into him while slowly pushing me towards the bed.

Then, he moved his hands to the front of my hips and said, “I’m going to push you.” I kept my face straight forward and moved my eyes up to him. My nostrils flared and I nodded yes.

He pushed me back onto the bed, hard.

“Was that okay? Is this what you want?”

I smiled. “Yesss.” I drew it out. “This is what I need.” He climbed onto the bed and pushed my knees apart, kneeling between them. Then, I asked, “Can you hurt me?”

“Like theoretically, or actually?”

“Actually. Cause me physical pain.”

I heard his breath catch, and he asked, “What do you like?”

“Pinch me. Here.” I pointed to the bottom of my rib cage just left of center. “Hard.” He pushed my shirt up so he could pinch my bare skin. The first pinch was light, more of a tickle. I reached for his leg and pulled him closer. “Harder than that.”

The next one was harder, but still not hard enough.

“Can I do it to you? To show you how hard?”

“Yeah,” he breathed.

I pinched his side, through his shirt.

“FUCK! Ow. Really?”

“Fuck, I’m sorry! I’m sorry, did I hurt you?”

He smiled. “You’re gonna pay for that.”

I bit my lower lip in the middle and smiled. “I want to,” I breathed as I laid back.

He pinched in a line following the bottom of my rib cage, moving slowly and pinching harder as he neared my back. I winced with every one, shuddering and letting out harsh breaths. I put my arm up so he could reach behind me.

“Mmm, put your arm down. I can get more skin that way and make it hurt more.”

I put my arm down, over my chest, as he made it to my back. There were tears in my eyes and I was breathing heavily. He pushed me back down flat, and took my shirt off. I unbuttoned my pants and lifted my legs up to take them off while he got down to his underwear. He leaned over me, pinning me down. We still hadn’t kissed.

He reached between my legs and laughed. “You’re such a liar, you’re so fucking wet for me. You’ve been this wet since the bar, I know it.”

He had his palm cupped between my legs, lightly pressing into me with his middle finger. I was breathing fast and could barely talk. “No, that was um, I was thinking about dinner after, it was like…. I was thinking about this Italian place I saw.” I was squirming and writhing, and I’d given up trying to control my breath. “It’s not for you, I don’t even like you.” I ground into his hand and wrapped my leg around him.

He increased the pressure with his middle finger and added his ring finger. “Are you serious? You have to keep up the disinterested thing? Babyyyy… Just give it up. Give in.” He shoved his two fingers all the way inside me, using his hips to thrust his hand. He’d been kissing my neck while I was talking, and now he moved his mouth to my ear. When I was talking, I could barely get the words out through my impatient breath, but his breathing suddenly got steadier, more controlled. “Give in to me. Submit. I know you want this, and I know I’m the best you’ve ever had. Have you ever even heard yourself make the noises you made with me? You don’t make them when you’re making yourself cum. Those are my sounds.They belong to me and so does every other part of you. You’re mine. I own you. You want to keep being a brat? You want me to tame you? Break you? I can do that.”

He sat back, fingers still inside me. I ran my hands through his hair and held his head as he started licking. He had found my g spot easily and was teasing it. I arched my back and ground into his face.

I knew I was close. Frantic, I said, “Tell me to cum tell me to cum tell me to cum.”

“I can’t lick your pussy and tell you to cum at the same time.”

“I can do it without it. It’s fine. Just say it.”

He kept the motion with his fingers steady, the rhythm building a warmth inside me.

“Cum for me. Let me make you cum. Cum on my fingers, baby.”

That took me over the edge. I clenched and milked his fingers as I bucked up towards him. Grabbing my tits was the only thing I could do, I let my body do the rest as it responded to his touch and his voice.

He waited until I stopped writhing, then pulled his fingers out of me, slowly. He knelt back between my legs and positioned his cock to fuck me. Before he did, he leaned over me and put the fingers he just pulled out of me on my lips.

“Taste yourself. Clean it off for me.”

I took his fingers in my mouth and ran my tongue over all the surface I could reach. Massaging my tongue into his skin and tasting the sticky wetness as I cleaned it off. I pulled his hand away and said, “Spit in my mouth. I want to taste more of it.”

He brought his face close to mine. I opened my mouth wide and stuck my tongue out, as far as I could, and flicked it up at him. He spit and I caught it all, closing my mouth and swallowing. He leaned the rest of the way down and kissed me, sloppy and pulsing. I played with his tongue, tasting myself on him.

He broke away and asked, “Ready?”

I wrapped my arms under his, grasping his shoulders. “Yeah. Put it in. Fuck me.”

He pushed his cock into me and let out a groan. “Fuckkkkk.”

He kept me pinned down, but I pushed my hips up, so every thrust was hitting my g spot again.

His mouth was still by my ear. “Fuck me back.” I bucked my hips up, matching his motion. I brought my hands around to the front, wrapping my arms around his neck as I matched his rhythm, pushing up as he pushed in. I ran my hand through his hair and felt the sweat building at his scalp.

He moved his body down mine and sat back, pulling out of me. He stretched his legs out long and pulled me up into his lap, straddling him in lotus position. I slid back down on his cock and started to ride him, using his shoulders for leverage.

His palms were flat and warm on my back. He kissed me, hard, and then asked, “You still disinterested? You like me yet?”

My mind was blank. I couldn’t come up with anything witty or bratty to say. His cock was a truth serum, so the truth came out. “I can’t do it anymore, I love it, I fucking love it. Yes yes yes you broke me. You’re the best I’ve ever had, you can read my fucking mind, okay? It’s better than I remember, it feels so good. My pussy was made for your cock.”

“I fucking knew it.” He laughed. “You love being a cock tease but guess what? I won. I beat you.”

I leaned back, planting my hands on the bed and grinding into him, pushing him as deep inside me as I could. He leaned forward, running his hands from my waist to my tits, leaving his hands on them as he thrust up into me.

“I could cum again, unless you’re super close?” He reached down to touch my clit, but I pushed his hand away. “Mmm, nooo, don’t touch me. Just fuck me.”

He pushed into me harder, so hard that he lifted my knees off the bed. I lost my balance and, with his next thrust, I fell back, grasping him and bringing him down on top of me. I lifted my hips again, and his cock found my g spot again.

“I know that breath,” he drawled. “Already? Don’t ever tell me you need proof it’s good again, yeah? You know it’s good. It’s good if you shut the fuck up. Just shut the fuck up and cum, baby.”

The heat again. The warmth that spreads and overtakes my body. My pussy gripping him and pulling him into me, pressing us as close as possible.

Then, hard, fast breaths, and sputtering sounds from him. “I’m gonna cum in you.” He pressed hard, forcing that closeness again and pumping his cum deep into me. He relaxed onto me, catching his breath. He turned his mouth to my ear again. “Taste it,” he said.

He pulled out of me and sat back. He took my hand in his and put it between my legs, guiding two of my fingers into my pussy. I fucked them into me, his hand still on mine, holding them inside. He let go of my hand, and I slipped my fingers out. I spread them out over my stomach, his cum sticking to my skin and stretching. I brought them to my mouth, working them in and out, sloppily lapping them clean.

He ran his hands over my ribcage where he had pinched before. “It’s red. These are going to bruise.” His touch was soft, caressing my side. “You’re fucked. You just had some bad sex and you’re going to wake up with injuries. Poor fucking you.”

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