…after everything was off, he slammed me up against the window so my cheek was pressed against the cold glass. The A/C was right above us, blasting down and freezing our sweat as it tried to pour down our naked bodies. The view of the city below us was breathtaking, but all I could look at was his reflection in that window. I could see the absolute animal need for me in his eyes, even through the blurred out glass, as he looked me up and down from behind. He kept one hand tangled in my hair and pressed against the glass while the other slid down slowly from my shoulder to my hip and slapped the side of my ass. He let a deep and muffled growl gurgle in his throat as he heard me gasp in pain and pleasure and he watched my ass cheek redden in the shape of his hand.

He reached around to grab the front of my hip and pulled my ass into him. “Spread your legs.”

It wasn’t one second after I did that I felt his thick hard cock slide into me and felt the intense pleasure of me stretching around his girth again. I let out another gasp and he let out another growl. He pumped deep into me, keeping a slow and torturous rhythm, his hips touching my ass each time he buried himself all the way inside me. I whimpered and pushed myself back into him as much as I could, but he had me pinned against the window. Powerless. He knew I wanted him to go faster, but he loved watching me squirm and whine for him. When I had almost reached the point of tears, he whispered in my ear, “I’ll give you what you’re so desperate for.”

He drove into me and started going wild. He grabbed my hips with both his hands and pounded his cock into me like he needed my cunt to survive. I pushed my hands on the glass next to my tits to keep myself upright and started moaning and groaning so loudly, I could feel my voice reverberate back onto my cheek from the glass. He was pushing into me, and I into that window, so hard, I swear I thought it might break. He kept this pace until he couldn’t hold back anymore. His breathing turned to panting and got louder and louder. It only made me get even tighter inside and I could feel myself getting closer too. “Fuck, that cunt feels so fucking good. It was made to take this dick. I’m going to make it take my cum.” He grunted as he pushed into me 4 more times then erupted. Right as he started to cum, I squeezed every muscle inside as tight as I could and we both yelled out. He jerked forward, slamming his hands on the glass next to mine, every inch of him touching every inch of me from behind. He throbbed inside me and panted and moaned straight into my ear. I couldn’t take it and started to cum too. I contracted around him over and over and started to shake. He locked his fingers in mine and pushed his body into me so I didn’t fall down on weak knees.

We both stood there against that window, panting and sweating like crazy. The A/C still blasting, but not standing a chance in the fight against our pouring sweat now. I leaned my head back so it rested on his shoulder and he leaned down to kiss me deeply. With his fingers still interlocked in mine, he pulled our arms down and around me, so we were both hugging my waste. Me from the front, and him from behind. He pulled away from my lips, used his nose to brush my hair away, and whispered into my ear again, “I’m not done with you.”

He started walking us both to the bed, still inside me, still rock hard. We reached the edge of the bed and he lifted his right leg. His knee bumped the back of my thigh, raising my leg onto the bed. “Get on all fours with your ass high in the air. I don’t want to see any of my cum leaking out.” I did as he said and waited. I knew he was back there just admiring what I was showing him and touching himself. I could hear the slickness of his hand moving back and forth on his big cock. Again, it was like torture.

After what seemed like forever, I felt his big warm hand on the small of my back. “Come down.” I lowered my ass slowly and felt just a bit of his cum leak out of me. He came so deep, I would’ve had to push the rest out, but I didn’t want to let any of it go. He caught it with his fingers then climbed on the bed in front of me with his hand stretched out by his hips. I looked up at him and he just nodded down to it. I knew what he meant without him saying anything. We both wanted the same thing. I kept eye contact as I wrapped my mouth around his fingers and swirled my tongue over every bit of them. I tasted him and swallowed him, moaning around his fingers, and he looked down at me like I had turned him into an animal again.

He got up off the bed and walked back behind me. He started tapping my pussy with his cock and I could feel he was rock solid, ready to fuck me again. He started to slide himself between my lips and his head touched my clit every time he pushed forward. God, everything he did felt so unbelievable. He had turned me into a mindless puddle and all I wanted was to feel him all over me and inside me for as long as possible. He finally slid himself inside and I moaned more with every inch. I was really swollen now and even tighter around him than before; we could both feel it. He let out a breathy and prolonged, “Fuuuck,” as my cunt sucked him in tightly. I imagined his eyes were rolling back into his head from the tone of his voice. We both had exactly what the other needed and we fit together like a glove.

He rested his hands on the top of my ass and started to push in and out of me again. After every few pumps, he pulled out, let a bit of cum drip down, wiped it up with his cock and pushed it back into me. Every time he did, I let out a dramatic groan. He drove me absolutely crazy. He picked up the pace, but not too much, and I could feel the underside of his pronounced head raking along my G-spot with every thrust. He was going to make me squirt this time. I could feel it building and he could feel me tightening more and more. My breath and my moans were turning into whines and whimpers. I gripped the sheets so tightly, my knuckles turned white. He told me he couldn’t believe how tight I was getting and changed his soft resting hands to tight gripping fingers around me. He had to push harder just to stay inside me and couldn’t stop telling me how incredible I felt. The tension inside me was unbearable and I finally let go. I squirted all over his cock and forced it out of me. I screamed into the bed and he yelled, “Fuck!” then forced himself right back into me to feel my tight cunt grip every inch of him.

We stayed like this until I got the energy to sit up. I asked him to pull out and he asked if everything was ok. I rolled over and slid off the side of the bed onto my knees in front of him and stuck my tongue out while I looked right up into his eyes. His look of worry quickly faded and he just looked hungry again. He ran his left hand through my hair, behind my ear, and around my face under my jaw. He lifted my face up just a bit by my jaw, placed his thumb on my tongue, and said, “Don’t you break eye contact.” I nodded.

He let go of my jaw and tongue and brought his cock to my face. His perfect, long, thick cock. I wanted so badly to look at it, but he told me to hold my eye contact, so I did. I started at the base with my tongue and licked all the way up to his head, swirled my tongue around, wrapped my lips around it, and immediately took him as far down my throat as I could. I felt his cock twitch inside my mouth and he almost jumped back with surprise. I gasped for air as he looked at the thick strings of spit still connecting the back of my throat to his head, then he looked at me. I giggled a little and tried to look innocent and it drove him mad. He grabbed the sides of my head and started to fuck my throat. This time, I know his eyes rolled back. I could see how much pleasure he was getting from this, so I wanted to amp it up just a bit more. The next time he held himself down my throat, I swallowed. He felt my throat tighten up around him and he let out another, “Fuck!” When he pulled away, we were both absolutely covered in drool and I had mascara tears streaming down my face. He squatted down in front of me, wiped under one of my eyes, told me how beautiful I looked like that, then said, “I want to cum inside that cunt again.”

Within a matter of seconds, he had pulled me up, thrown me back on the bed, pushed my legs apart and back as far as they could go, and pushed his cock inside me again. His eyes were darting back and forth from watching himself slide in and out of me and watching my face in absolute blissed out pleasure. He was grunting and I was moaning. We were as loud as we wanted and needed to be. We were animals. He didn’t have to tell me when he was going to cum, I could feel it, but he said it anyway. He looked me right in the eyes as he pushed all the way inside me and his head hit my cervix. It hurt just the right amount and I winced a little while he emptied himself into me a second time. Somehow, he came even harder than before and I squeezed around him even tighter. He dropped my legs and fell onto my chest while we both panted in the puddle of our sweat and cum for minutes.

He finally looked up and kissed me once more deeply while he pulled himself out of me and I moaned into his mouth. He stood up and said he was going to take a shower. I told him I’d join him in a few minutes, but I wouldn’t. Instead, I stood under the A/C for just a minute or 2, got dressed, left him a note, and snuck out. It was a warm summer night and I decided to walk the 30 city blocks home. I smiled the whole way, feeling his cum leaking out of me and even drip down my leg once. I smiled knowing he’d get out of the shower to, “See you in the fall,” on the notepad and he’d be hooked. He traveled to New York for work every quarter and I knew this was only the first of many times we would get together. I was right.

Every 3 months for the next 2 years, like clockwork, I’d show up at his hotel room door and we’d go absolutely wild for each other. Sweating, panting, yelling, and cumming. So much cumming. Sometimes for 1 night, and when we could make it work, for 2. His new job sends him to Chicago now and he always fucks someone new. He had never kept a regular before and has never kept one since. He texts me every time he goes that he still wishes it was me.

I do too.