He was too caught up in the hunger, the need to think of anything else, and I was too eager to let go, to risk it all, every warning drowned beneath raw, wild recklessness. Condoms weren’t part of the picture anymore, forgotten in the heat, the wild abandon of the moment. I knew I’d been sloppy with my pills, but the craving, the desire, erased every thought of safety or consequence.
I couldn’t stop myself, even as the rational part of my mind screamed, ‘This is a mistake.’
The burning pulse deep inside me betrayed every ounce of common sense. My body demanded, utterly desperate, betraying everything I knew about safety and caution.
This wasn’t just lust; it was defiance against control. I’d been careless with my pills, missing doses here and there, and the chaos of that irregular regimen cast a shadow over me, sharpening desire’s edge. Perhaps I was chasing release, desperate to silence the storm inside me for just this stolen moment.
His cock pressed hard against my panties, rough friction a delicious torment. I ground against him, raw, urgent, letting the ache swallow every whispered warning. But it feels so good. I moaned gently, hips moving in desperate hunger.
Our hands brushed as he hooked his fingers beneath the thin band, pulling my panties off, breaths catching, sharp with anticipation, every second thick with reckless need. The swollen, slick heat of my pussy was bared to the air under his greedy gaze, a devouring fire stripping the last ounce of hesitation.
His erection gleamed, heavy, slick with precum. The musky scent of his arousal mixed with mine, thick in the air and my senses.
He didn’t rush. He pressed the head of his cock against my dripping folds, tracing slow, deliberate circles over my entrance. The teasing friction stole my breath, every inch a promise, tension pulling me tight.
I was soaked, trembling, slickness soaking my thighs as the ache in my core spiralled to a dangerous peak. Every nerve screamed for release; my mind was swirling with warnings and thrills.
His hands roamed, one gripping my hip, the other teasing a hardened nipple. His breath, warm, heavy, filling my ear with filthy promises.
“You’re so close, so hungry. I want to take you to the brink before I’m even inside.”
A shiver ran through me. ‘Please… I’m so close.’”
He smiled, savouring my desperation. His cock traced the slick edges of my folds, teasing harshly close then pulling away, leaving me gasping, shaking at the brink.
As every part of me burned with reckless desire, a sliver of caution cut through. This was forbidden. Dangerous. Tempting fate with every gasp.
“Are you sure?” he murmured, eyes searching mine. “This could ruin everything.”
I met his sharp, unyielding gaze, heart pounding with the thrill of doing what was wrong, wanting it even more. “Yes. I want this. Even if it’s wrong. Especially because it’s wrong.”
Slowly, I slid back, grinding my hips against his hardness, fighting the flicker of doubt surfacing for a moment. I balanced on my knees, hands spread on his chest, feeling his heartbeat. The heat of his skin seeped into me as I lowered myself onto him, each torturous inch a delicious burn.
The slick glide of his cock filling me made me gasp, high on the control I wielded. I rocked, slow, deliberate, feeling every bit of him press inside. My wetness coated him, the friction melting into a pulse I couldn’t stop.
His hands clutched my hips, steadying me, letting me lead as I built a rhythm, rolling, grinding, flames licking every nerve. I tipped my head back, eyes locked to his, craving pushing me harder.
Every movement pushed me higher, closer to the edge I fought not to cross. My breath shivered, body dripping, trembling for release. No rushing, just the controlled swell of raw, urgent need.
He kissed me fiercely, tongue sliding into my mouth as I rode him harder, hips circling, squeezing around him. The thrill of choice, reckless abandon, made me wild.
I was so close, dripping with pleasure, not yet undone.
Riding him, I felt the whole length of him buried in my soaked pussy. Slick heat wrapped him tight, moulding to his shape. Each slow, grinding move flared a fire low inside, shivering through every muscle.
My hips ached, every fibre wound tight, needing to grind harder, snap the tension building in my core. Wetness slid between us, painting my thighs.
The sensation is overwhelming, full, hot, stretching, grounding me. He filled me completely, swelling with every jab. Nothing else existed, only fragile now.
I let my head fall back, pleasure curling across my face, raw, unfiltered want. Breath staggered, caught between moan, a gasp, trembling on the edge of a scream.
My thighs and core tensed; so close I could taste the release, orgasm trembling just a few deep, hard thrusts away from breaking me.
My body tightened, every nerve aflame as the pleasure crested. A deep, primal pressure built, urgent, unstoppable. With a violent shudder, I shattered, muscles clenching, rippling as intense release erupted.
Suddenly, a hot gush exploded from me, spurting in thick, warm jets that drenched him and the bed beneath us. The slick heat traced a path over my thighs, each spasm of my cunt ejecting more in wild abandon.
My head snapped back, eyes squeezed shut, mouth wide, a raw, guttural scream ripping free. I shook violently, every inch alive in that overwhelming flood of sensation.
The world narrowed to dripping, spraying, aching need finally set loose. I was lost in the fierce, liquid storm of orgasm—an eruption so deep, so vivid, it shook me down to the bone.
He groaned low, hips stuttering beneath me, helpless as pressure exploded inside. “Fuck…” I gasped as I felt him flood me, breath shaky as his climax ripped through him, hot, potent, unstoppable.
His cock pulsed, pumping seed deep into my clenching heat, filling me until I leaked, branded by his release.
His thrusts slowed, urgency fading as the release washed over him. Heavy breaths mingled, our bodies trembling together in the fragile aftermath, danger’s echo lingering in every shudder.
