The Welcome Visitor

I was sprawled across the bed, flicking my bean. The sheets were already damp underneath me. My other hand teased my nipple. I was pinching it just enough to make my back arch off the mattress. The apartment was quiet except for my ragged breaths and the wet sounds of my own pussy. I could feel my pulse beating between my legs, my clit swollen and greedy.

Then the door creaked open.

I didn’t even look up at first. Just kept working myself over, imagining it was someone else’s fingers (perhaps larger and rougher) instead of my own rubbing the small circles. But then a shadow fell over the bed, and I finally glanced up.

It was Tom. His tie was loose around his neck. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. His eyes were dark, hungry, locked on to where my fingers were doing their thing(I hadn't stopped). He didn’t say a word at first, just kicked the door shut behind him and started unbuckling his belt.

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My breath hitched. "Fuck," I moaned, my fingers stilling for a second as I watched him unleash the dragon. It was already hard, thick, the head glistening with pre-cum. He stepped closer, and I instinctively spread my legs wider. Immediately, I wanted to give him a better view.

"Would you like to join me?" I asked, my voice unrecognizably husky. I rolled andpinched my nipple between my fingers. I was tugging on it just enough to make my pussy clench up. "Or are you just here to watch?"

Tom didn’t answer with words. Instead, he caressed the back of my head. His fingers tangled in my hair as he cupped the back of my head and guided his cock toward my lips. I opened my mouth willingly, letting him slide in deep. His taste filled my mouth with its salty, musky flavor. It was all him. I moaned around his length, my tongue swirling around the head before he pulled back, only to thrust in again.

His grip tightened andhis hips snapped forward as he fucked my mouth in earnest. I gagged around him, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes, but I didn’t pull away. Instead, I hollowed my cheeks, sucking him harder, my fingers still working between my thighs.

"You’re such a greedy little slut," he growled, his voice rough. "Taking my dick like that, like you can’t get enough."

I whimpered around his cock, my fingers moving faster, my own pleasure building. I could feel my orgasm coiling tight in my belly, my pussy throbbing with need. But I didn’t want to come yet—not until he was buried inside me.

I pulled back just enough to gasp, "Fuck me, Tom. I want your cock inside me."

He didn’t hesitate. He yanked me up by my hair, his mouth crashing onto mine as he pushed me back onto the bed. His hands were everywhere—groping my tits, pinching my nipples, sliding down to grip my ass before he lined himself up and thrust inside me in one hard stroke.

"Oh god, you’re so fucking tight," he groaned, his hips rolling against mine. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my nails digging into his back as he pounded into me, each thrust driving me closer to the edge.

"Harder," I begged, my voice breathless. "Fuck me harder."

He obliged, his cock slamming into me with bruising force. My tits bounced with every thrust, and he leaned down to take one into his mouth, sucking hard on my nipple as he fucked me into the mattress. I could feel my orgasm crashing over me, my body trembling as I came, my pussy clenching around him.

"Fuck, I’m gonna come," he growled, his rhythm becoming erratic. I could feel him swelling inside me, his cock pulsing as he buried himself deep and came with a groan, his cum filling me up.

We collapsed onto the bed, both of us breathless, our bodies slick with sweat. Tom kissed me deeply, his tongue tangling with mine as his cock twitched inside me, still half-hard.

"That was… fuck," I murmured against his lips.

He smirked. "Yeah. It was."