It keeps hitting me at the worst times – this dream I’ve had more than once over the past few days. Especially after you watched me in the shower last night. It won’t leave me.
I see myself at the airport again, just like last time – only this time, there’s no talking. No smiling, no gentle hello. The second we’re through the hotel door, you don’t even let me put my bag down. Beers and takeaway are forgotten. You grab me, spin me around, and shove me up against the back of the sofa. Your hands are already tearing at my clothes, just enough to bare what you want. What you own.
You don’t kiss me. You don’t take your clothes off. You just bend me over, shove my thighs apart, and drive into me in one brutal, perfect thrust that makes me cry out loud. It knocks the air right out of me, and I fucking love it. Your hands clamp down on my hips, holding me still while you fuck me deep, rough and relentless. Still fully dressed, still fully in control.
I’m moaning into the cushions, soaked and gasping, my body taking every inch of you like it was made for it. And in that moment, I know I was. You don’t slow down. You don’t give me time to breathe. You just use me like you’ve been gone too long (and you have) and we’ve been waiting for this (and we have).
There’s no softness in your voice. Just dirtiness. Just that growl in my ear – telling me how tight I am, how ruined I’m going to be, how you’re going to keep fucking me until I can’t say anything but your name. Until you’ve emptied every drop inside me and left me shaking, used, and wrecked in the best possible way…
Broken
My body’s already shaking – twitching from how hard you’ve used me again. My thighs are soaked, your cum leaking out of me, but you don’t stop. You stay buried deep inside me, moving slow at first, just to feel how raw and ruined I am. I whimper, try to [...]| Play | Cover | Release Label |
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