Back when I was in college, I met a guy at a party who caught my eye immediately. We didn’t have much of a conversation that night, just shared some looks and exchanged numbers, but there was this undeniable tension between us. By the time I left, I knew I wanted him, and I wasn’t going to wait long to get what I wanted. We made plans for me to come over to his place the following weekend, but what happened when I showed up wasn’t exactly what either of us had expected.

The day I was supposed to see him, I couldn’t think of anything but feeling his hands on me, his body against mine. The closer it got to meeting him, the hornier I became. By the time I reached his place, I was already soaked through, so turned on I couldn’t stand it. The second he opened the door, I didn’t even bother saying hello. I stepped inside, grabbed the waistband of his pants, and yanked them down in one swift motion.

His eyes widened in surprise, but I didn’t give him a chance to react. I dropped to my knees right there in his hallway and took him into my mouth, swallowing him down as if I’d been starving for it. He went from soft to rock hard in seconds, groaning as I sucked and licked, working him with everything I had. I didn’t care about small talk or building up to it—I just needed him, and I needed him now.

Before I knew it, he was grabbing me by the shoulders and pulling me up, his breathing ragged. He lifted me like I weighed nothing, tossed me onto his bed, and tore my panties off with one rough pull. His eyes were wild, hungry, and I knew I had him exactly where I wanted him. He didn’t waste a second—he lined himself up and slammed into me, raw and rough, filling me to the hilt in one hard thrust.

The shock of it made me gasp, but I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper. He didn’t start slow or gentle; he just took what I was offering, fucking me hard and fast like we’d been waiting forever for this moment. Each thrust was more powerful than the last, and I could feel him everywhere—stretching me open, hitting all the right spots, making my body shake as he pounded into me.

It was intense, almost too much, but I loved it. The bed creaked and rocked under us as he took me, his cock driving deeper and deeper until I couldn’t tell where the pleasure ended and the pain began. I clung to him, nails digging into his back, my head spinning from how good it felt to be completely filled by him.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his voice rough as he buried himself inside me. He didn’t let up, thrusting even harder, and I could feel my body tightening around him, getting closer and closer to the edge. It hurt, just a little, but it was exactly what I needed. The way he took me, with no hesitation, no holding back—it was perfect. After what felt like forever but was probably just minutes, I felt him tense above me, his cock pulsing as he let out a deep, guttural moan.

“Take it,” he growled, driving in one last time, and I felt him explode inside me. He came so hard, his cock throbbing as he filled me up, his body shaking from the intensity of it. I gasped, gripping him tight, my own orgasm crashing over me as I felt his warmth spreading through me.

When he finally collapsed on top of me, panting and spent, neither of us said a word. We lay there, bodies tangled, our breathing the only sound in the room. Eventually, he pulled out and rolled over, both of us still catching our breath.

The first words out of his mouth, after everything, made me laugh. He looked over at me, a lazy grin on his face, and said, “Hey… wanna get some food?”

It was so simple, so casual, like we hadn’t just completely devoured each other moments before. But that’s how it was between us—no words needed, just raw, unfiltered lust. That night was only the beginning, and I knew I’d be back for more.