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Cheating With My Husband’s Best Friend, Matt — Part 2 / 3
His hot breath fanned across my neck as he grunted and growled against me, each thrust of his hips swifter and deeper than the last.
The rest of our lunch went pretty fast. Damn, I never saw someone eat as fast as he did. Glancing repeatedly at one another, it was so obvious that he was as eager to drive himself inside my pussy as I was to be fucked by him that we both laughed.
“I’ll go to the restroom to fix my makeup, and we can go to your apartment,” I smiled, standing up. Walking toward the bathroom, I added some extra sways to my hips, feeling his eyes fixed on my ass. Damn, I really wanted him inside me, and my soaked panties were the perfect proof of that.
Once inside the empty bedroom, I looked in the mirror and fixed my hair and makeup. Staring at my reflection, I smiled, studying myself again.
What did I look like? Like a hooker? Yes, maybe, but who cared? Not me, and definitely not this new me. I liked being sexy and seductive and showing off.
The door opened with a creak, and I giggled seeing Matt sneaking inside, locking it behind him.
“You’re fucking crazy,” I laughed while he came closer, his lust-filled eyes devouring me.
“I told you I’m not waiting until we get to my apartment. That will be a bonus,” he moaned, wrapping his arms around my body, sending tingles under my skin. “I need to feel your tight cunt around my dick, Karla, and I want to use you as my personal fucktoy today. Now.”
I wanted that, too.
Pulling away slightly, I ran my finger along his chiseled jawline, tracing the planes of his face with a gentle caress.
Leaning closer to him, I kissed him hungrily, tasting his sweetness. The heat radiating off his body seemed to make me ready for far more than just kisses — it made me yearn and crave the sensation of having him deep inside of me. His tongue slipped inside my mouth, caressing mine, and I wanted nothing more than to rip his clothes apart and welcome that enormous cock inside my pussy.
“I want you, Matt. Fuck me like I’m your whore,” I moaned, rubbing against him like a cat in heat.
The air left my lungs when he pushed me toward the bathroom wall, trapping me between his body and the cold surface.
His eyes were intensely magnetic as they looked into mine while his hot breath rolled down my face. An immediate surge of electricity sparked inside me at his closeness.
Trembling, I placed my hands softly along his strong chest, letting my fingers trace their way over the contours of muscle beneath his skin. His body was like a steel sculpture, hard and unyielding but strangely inviting.
As my fingertips moved up towards his neck, a wave of warmth coursed through him from head to toe, and then seemed to pass straight into me as if we were connected in some inexplicable way.
“I love the sound of your voice when you talk like that, like a needy slut,” he said huskily, his hands exploring my curves.
His hands moved swiftly and purposefully down my body, exploring each contour while his lips pressed against mine, sending shivers down my back. One second later, I felt him lifting the fabric of my dress with one hand and tugging on the waistband of my soaked panties with the other.
I hurriedly reached for his zipper, undressing him impatiently. Without warning Matt lifted me up, cradling my frame with one arm while using the other to guide himself inside my cunt with a single rough thrust, ramming hard and fast from the beginning.
My scream of pleasure echoed in the empty space, and my pulse quickened. The bathroom spun around me, and even if I knew someone might hear us, I didn’t care.
“Oh, fuck,” I cried, rocking my hips, meeting his forceful thrusts. “Harder,” I begged, gasping when he slammed again, burying himself balls-deep inside my cunt at every stroke.
His hot breath fanned across my neck as he grunted and growled against me, each thrust of his hips swifter and deeper than the last. His strong hands clamped down hard on my hips, keeping me in place as his ravaging intensity increased. I melted into him, our hearts beating into a wild rhythm.
Kissing me again, Matt railed me faster, our moans and groans filling the bathroom.
“Fucking hell, you’re so tight,” he grunted, holding me firmly against the wall as he pounded into me ruthlessly, driving me crazy with ecstasy.
My nails dug into his shoulders, biting into the flesh, the primal beast inside me talking directly to the feral one within him. With each thrust, I screamed his name, begging my husband’s best friend to fuck me harder, whimpering incoherent words of pleasure and pain, loving the roughness of his movements.
Damn, I never knew I had this dirty, needy slut inside me, but now that I discovered her, I loved it. And I eagerly surrendered myself to this part of me, letting all my fears and inhibitions go away.
Our cries mingled, blending together, his merciless pounding skyrocketing me closer to the edge. Arching my back, screaming his name, I rode out my orgasm, shaking and trashing desperately in his grip, tightening around him like he was the only thing that kept me alive.
With a final thrust, he exploded inside my pussy, his cum flooding me, filling me completely.
Panting heavily, I clung to him, moaning softly as I buried my face into his neck. We stayed like that for several moments, wrapped around each other, trying to catch our breaths.
Eventually, he released me, gently setting me down on the ground. His warmth surrounded me as I melted into him, held tightly against his chest, my knees trembling.
Leaning toward him, I kissed him tenderly one last time before whispering “Thank you” as I caressed his handsome face.
Note: All characters in this story are 18 years old of age or older. This is a work of fiction. The characters, events, and dialogues are pure imagination and are not real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is completely coincidental.
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