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Three nights

Three nights in a row, three nights spent downing glasses of whiskey and watching bad tv.

I want you.

In the back of my mind I know it’s a bad idea, driving over to your apartment when I’m this drunk. I purposely don’t look at the clock in the dash. I don’t want to know what time it is. Maybe if I don’t know, some part of me can believe this isn’t happening, that I’m not pulling into your parking lot, that I’m not clutching at the railing as the stairs lurch under me, that I’m not pounding on your door in the middle of the night

“Ryan, wha-? Do you have any idea what time it is?!”

Oh.

For a minute I just stand there dumbly, dazzled by the light and the sight of you in a t-shirt and short sleeping shorts. Then my consciousness sinks lower than my waist and I push my way inside.

“I want you.”

You bite your lip. “I don’t think-”

I press my fingers against your mouth – sweet red lips, what was I thinking? Oh yeah – “You make me crazy. You tease me, every day. I can’t get you out of my head! Your voice…your body…I want you, so badly. I want you to want me as much as I want you. I want you to beg me to fuck you. I’m going to make you beg me.”

I spin you around and press you against the wall. You struggle against me, but I subdue you easily, forcing my hips into yours and taking advantage of the gasp that falls from your lips at the feel of my hard cock to conquer your mouth as well, my hands busily working under your shirt.

You’re not wearing a bra.

Now, were I quite in possession of myself at the moment it would be obvious that no one wears a bra to bed. However, I’m so far gone that every action of yours seems purposely designed to tease me.

“Do you want me too, baby? Do you lie in bed at night, touching yourself, wishing it were me instead? Do you imagine what I would feel like on top of you, inside you? Is it my name on your lips when you cum?”

“Ryan, I-“
“Baby…shut up.”

I pull your shirt up over your head, pinning your wrists to the wall with one hand as I lazily undo my tie, wrapping it around your wrists a few times before securing it in a knot. I want you to feel my power. For the first time tonight I look into your eyes, and I think I would have come to my senses and stopped if it weren’t for the cautious lust I see there. You know what you do to me, and though you may not have imagined it this way, you want me.

Who knows? Maybe this is exactly how you imagined it.

It feels like a wave comes over me again, the pure, base, animalistic need to posses driving me. I sink my teeth in your neck, marking you as mine, and I feel you exhale, just a little bit.

I feel your hips jerk, just a little bit.

Picking you up, I carry you over to the bed, turning you over on your stomach and pulling your shorts and panties off. I run my hand down and over your pussy, growling as I feel how wet you are. You moan and press into my hand.

I caress the inside of your thighs. “Beg me. Beg me to fuck you.”

You hesitate and I bring my other hand down on your ass. The resounding smack! in the silence of the room, the slight reddening of your ass cheek…it’s so fucking hot I can’t stand it. I unzip my jeans, pulling my cock out, teasing you with the tip…I lean down so my mouth is right next to your ear and grab your breast roughly.

“Beg me.”

I thrust my cock fully into you but don’t move.

“Beg me to fuck you.”

You twist around and give me the sweetest kiss I’ve ever felt

“Ryan, please…please fuck me.”