Page 7 of More Than a Match

I comply, sliding my panties down to my ankles as I turn. “Put it in,” I command in a whisper.Am I really doing this? I can hardly believe myself, here, in this closet, about to get railed by a total stranger.

He obeys immediately, carefully sliding into me an inch at a time. It’s slow and steady, and I can feel myself being filled bit by bit. It’s exquisite. He starts to thrust, gently at first but with growing speed. I bite my lip to keep quiet as he pounds into me from behind, knowing my whimpers could give us away. The last thing I need is someone busting us. That would be a disaster.

He wraps one hand around the base of my ponytail and pulls slightly, and I arch my back to comply with the pressure, all worries of being caught flying out of my mind. I’m here, in this moment, with him. Nothing else matters.

His other hand snakes around my chest and holds me close as he pumps his cock in and out of me. Every nerve ending in my body is on fire, and the soft wet sounds of sex fill the closet.

“Oh god, yes,” I moan, still desperately trying to be quiet, for both of our sakes.

“Your pussy is so good baby,” he whispers into my neck. “So good, just like I knew it would be.”

“You’ve been thinking about this?” I manage to pant out.

“Of course. I couldn’t get you out of my head.” He grips me tighter and lightly nips my ear with his teeth. “You’re my goddess, the only thing on my mind.”

It has been so long since I’ve fucked anyone, and I’d forgotten how absolutely divine it feels. I can feel an orgasm beginning to brew.

“Don’t stop,” I beg. “Just like that, please.”

I’m pleasantly surprised to find that when I tell him not to stop, he doesn’t switch things up like most guys I’ve been with. He holds the same speed and pressure, which is exactly what I need. The fluttering in my gut is a raging tempest now, and I’m having trouble catching my breath. My tongue feels heavy in my mouth and my eyelids start to flutter.I’m so damn close.

The hand holding my hair releases and snakes down to my hips, reaching around front till his fingers connect with my clit, making soft circular motions as he continues to thrust.

That’s all I need, and stars burst in my vision and my body begins to tremble. My pussy floods, sending streams down my legs and onto the floor of the closet.

“Fuck yes,” he moans into my ear. “What a good girl.”

I didn’t think it was possible, but his words tilt me right over the edge again and I have to fight back a squeal as my body convulses in delight. To my surprise, I gush again, his cock making sloppy wet sounds as he continues to pound into me. Both his hands come up to rest on my shoulders, and he presses me forward into the door and increases his speed, fucking me with wild abandon. He groans deeply and his fingers tighten on my shoulders. I know what’s coming next.

CHAPTER 8: ALEX

I feel her orgasm on my cock, her pussy gripping me tightly, then quivering as a flood of her cum pours out.Fuck, that feels good.

“Fuck yes, what a good girl,” I grunt into her ear. I know my own orgasm is approaching fast, though I’m not quite ready for this to be over.

She squeals softly and I feel her convulse, her pussy clamping down again before squirting another juicy load. I can feel it dripping down my thighs, but I don’t care. I move my hands to her shoulders and press her forward into the door, holding her steady.

I begin to thrust harder and faster, drilling into her like my life depends on it. She’s moaning and wriggling, and I feel my balls tighten in preparation. Her pussy feels even better than I dreamed it would, and part of me still can’t believe this is actually happening. I’m in heaven. I can’t hold back a groan.

“Give it to me,” she moans. “Give me your cum.”

I barely pull out in time, splattering ropes of hot spunk all over her ass cheeks and back. She’s leaning against the door, trembling, and I collapse forward against her, pressing my body to hers, not caring about the sweat and semen mixing between our bodies.

I kiss her neck softly as I try to catch my breath. Finally, I stand back up and reach around in the dark, blindly searching for the light cord. I find it and click it on, taking in the mess we’ve just made in my tiny closet.

“Good thing I’ve got cleaning supplies,” I chuckle. “We got a little messy.”

“I’m sorry,” she whimpers. “I should have warned you that could happen. I just wasn’t expecting it to be that good.”

“I don’t know if I should be flattered or insulted,” I laugh. “Here, I’ve got some towels. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

I gently rub away the remnants of sweat and cum from her back and turn my attention to the small puddle on the floor between her legs. I make quick work of it, then dry myself off. She’s gathering her clothes, and I forego my boxers and undershirt, opting to slip right back into my jumpsuit.

As I watch her get dressed, a thought hits me like a lightning bolt. “So, what’s your name?”

“Oh! I’m Yasmina, but my friends all call me Mina. What’s your name?”

“I’m Alex. Nice to meet you, officially.”

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