Johnny grabs me with both hands and presses me down on the bed, covering my body with his. He kisses me hungrily, with his tongue demanding entry while his masculine hardness nudges me in intimate places.
My breath catches in my throat as I cling to him. I grasp his dark hair, kissing him back eagerly, holding him tighter.
Reaching between our bodies, I encircle his cock with my hand. When he groans against my mouth, I stroke his hard length, up and down, faster and faster. I want him to feel the same desperate want that I feel for him.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been harder,” he whispers in my ear. “Or wanted anyone this much.”
“Tell me,” I urge him.
Nothing turns me on like hearing Johnny talk dirty to me.
“I want to slide into your hot pussy and fuck you every way I know how,” he says. “And ways that I don’t.”
We’re both breathing hard now.
“Fuck me now,” I say. “I can’t wait any longer. I need your cock inside me, filling me up. I’ve missed you.”
Johnny moves quicker than I’ve ever known him to.
He grabs my legs and wraps them around his waist. Grasping his cock in one hand, he strokes my pussy lips with the tip.
“Are you sure you’re ready?” he asks hoarsely.
Without waiting for an answer, he settles his lower body between my thighs. I feel the head of his thick cock at the entrance to my slit.
I grab his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin.
With one powerful thrust, he plunges deep into me, all the way to his balls.
“Fuck!” he says. “You’re tight and made just for me.”
He draws all the way out and pounds me again and again.
Wild and fucking hot.
Johnny fucks me the same way he drives.
Wide-ass open.
Never hitting the brakes until he crosses the finish line.
My fingertips slide down his back and clutch his ass. Damn! How I love this man’s ass. I clench the firm muscles and try to draw him into me more.
His thrusts come rough and rapid now. Suddenly he pulls out and flips me over.
“On your knees,” he orders. “Brace yourself because I’m going in deep. I want you to feel me everywhere.”
I don’t hesitate to do what he asks.
He takes an ass cheek in both hands, spreads them wide and then nudges the tip of his cock at my pussy.
I bite my lip in anticipation.
“Do it,” I beg.
He grabs my hips to hold me completely still and plunges deep into my pussy in one long movement.
“Like this?” he grunts.
“Damn! You’re big,” I cry, feeling my body stretch wide to accommodate his girth.
Pulling out, he slams into me again from behind, driving me flat onto the mattress. He drags me back up onto my knees and fucks me again savagely, with my breasts swinging wildly with each thrust. When I keep slipping down, he wraps a hand into my hair and tugs my head back to hold me steady.
Exactly the way I love.
“That’s it, baby,” he mutters. “Come on! Cum for me.”
He turns loose of my hair and slides his hand down the crack of my ass. Rubbing the wetness from my pussy up, he lubricates my ass, then slips a finger in bit by bit, giving me time to relax and adjust before going all the way in.
“Oh my God!” I gasp at the delicious fullness of his finger. “Oh yes, that’s feels good.”
Damn, he’s dirty and knows the right buttons to push.
“You like that?” he mutters.
He’s fucking me everywhere.
“Johnny! Don’t stop.”
“I won’t stop, baby. Not until you cum.”
My orgasm slams into me, causing my pussy to explode into a never-ending series of intense contractions.
He doesn’t stop and instead pumps faster and faster with his cock and finger, giving me the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever experienced.
It goes on forever.
“Tell me how much you love to be fucked,” he commands.
“I love being fucked by you,” I say. “Only you. Cum inside me. I want to feel it all. Don’t hold back.”
“Are you sure?” he asks through gritted teeth.
I know by the low sound of his voice that he’s barely holding on to self-control. I want to make him lose it completely.
“Yes, do it.”
Johnny cums deep inside me with a loud shout, his cock twitching with each pulse.
I close my eyes and savor the sensation while clenching my pussy to milk him until there is nothing left.
He collapses onto my back and instead of pulling out, stays inside me.
“You’re going to be the death of me, I swear,” he says, leaning down to plant a kiss behind my ear.
Afterwards, he pulls me close to him and drapes an arm over my breasts.
“That was… incredible. As always.”
“You say that like you’re surprised,” I tease.
“To tell you the truth, I kind of am. Each time I have sex with you, I figure there’s no way we can top the last time. Then the next time I’m with you, we do. The bar keeps getting set higher and higher.”
Right now, the giddy smile on my face feels ridiculous, but I can’t wipe it off.
“Me too,” I admit.
“And I haven’t had… I haven’t done… I mean, you’re the only woman I’ve been with since I met you.”
Johnny’s impossible confession makes me sit up straight in bed.
“What?”
Johnny manages a thin smile in my general direction.
Scrambling onto his lap, I sit there and peer in his face.
“No way. You’re not getting out of this after you say something like that. What did you mean, the only woman?”
He chuckles.
“I’m regretting saying anything now. Forget it.”
His phone buzzes on the bedside table. He reaches for it as I let out a protest.
“Sorry, sweetie. It might be my crew chief. He has a firm and fast rule. If he calls, I’d better damn well answer.”
As he starts scanning his phone and suddenly seems distracted, I feel a whole wall of bricks settle on my chest. I retreat to the opposite side of the bed to give him privacy.
Hearing a pitiful meow outside the bedroom door, I get up to reassure Alice. To her, the world has ended by a strange man coming into her house.
When I return to the bedroom, I see that Johnny has disappeared into the bathroom, leaving his phone on the bed.
I stare at it for a minute, before shaking my head.
No way.
I’m not a snoop.
I’m not going to let my own insecurities turn me into a crazy person who goes through a man’s phone. Besides, I’m sure he has a four-digit code to unlock it anyway so that answers that.
The phone dings, and I glance over.
A text message is displayed on the screen.
“Do u like this one better?”
Below the message is a photo of a nude woman with long blonde hair and massive, obviously surgically enlarged, boobs.
My blood runs cold.
It’s one thing for Johnny to sleep with me and not tell me about his other girlfriends. It’s another thing entirely to lie to my face and make me believe he’s been celibate ever since he met me.
No wonder he was choking on the lie.
Hearing Johnny in the doorway, I pick up his cellphone and hold it up to him.
“You have a text,” I say.
“Oh really? Who from?”
I turn the phone toward him, so he can see it.
“You need to leave,” I say. “Right now. I can’t do this.”
Johnny stumbles back a few paces, the corners of his lips sloping in confusion.
“What? Why?”
“You know why,” I say, blinking back tears.
I feel stupid and used.
Snatching up his pile of clothes, I throw them at him.
He catches them and acts like he doesn’t know why I’m upset.
“I don’t know who that woman is,” he says.
“Oh really?” I reply in a cool tone. “Why would you lie to me about not sleeping with other women? That was cruel and apparently untrue. I thought we shared something special.”
“I don’t know where the text came from, I swear. It’s a mystery to me too.”
I head out of the bedroom and toward the front door. I throw it open and wave a hand at him.
When he realizes that I’m serious, he dresses quickly. He stops to put on his shoes, then turns to give me one last exasperated dumbfounded look.
“Seriously Summer, I have no idea what you’re getting so upset about. Women send me crazy shit all the time. I told you about that a long time ago. How they send me nude photos and stuff. We laughed about it. Now you’re being a total psycho.”
“You said they send you messages through social media. You want to tell me how a stranger knows your personal, private cellphone number? Being a celebrity, I’m sure it’s not a number that’s readily available to just anyone.”
A blank look crosses his face.
“What?” I say. “The cat got your tongue? We’re done. I can’t do this anymore.”
He shakes his head and steps through the doorway.
As soon as he in the hallway, I slam the door shut behind him.
When I hear his footsteps go down the hallway and the ding of the elevator doors closing, I slide down onto the floor and cry.