We can't stop [F/M] | 2016

Mark and I don't talk about last summer, with others or with each other. We broke all the rules, raised suspicion, and still kept at it. I had to start putting distance between myself and certain mutual friends to avoid running in to him. It worked for a little while.

Until Mark came into my bar one night with said mutual friends. I could feel his eyes following me, hell I could even see him staring at my ass in the mirrors behind the bar. I felt myself getting wet between the legs, remembering, but I pushed it aside and tried to focus on work. Though I will admit I blatantly flirted with his friends. For fun.

I could see the lust in Mark's eyes grow with each drink. I knew I would be in his bed within the week. Affairs are too easy to rekindle.

I waited until his team blew their play off run and gave my sympathies. Predictably, Mark asked where I was, I provided said information and not even an hour later he was sliding into the bar stool next to me. Ordering both my friend and I shots. I picked up on his game and encouraged Ruby to drink a little more than usual. Why not? There's this hot guy neither of us know offering us drinks, it would be so totes rude to say no.

Sure enough, within the hour Ruby calls her boyfriend to pick her up, apologizing about leaving me by myself. I tell her I'm just going to finish this beer and go, no big deal.

Ruby is hardly out the door before our tab is paid and we're taking the back way to Mark's place.

Up the stairs straight to his bedroom. I strip down while he's in the bathroom and start warming up the bed, the sheets pulled modestly up to my chin, ready for him to come in and take me.

Mark has other ideas. He's a spectacular tease, which is why our arrangement works so well. He sits on the bed next to me, smiling at me sweetly. I start to fidget, I know that look. It means I'm in for a long night. I feel his hand sliding under the blanket, caressing the outside of my thigh, before moving up over my hip bones and stomach. He peeks under the sheets and groans at my tits. Telling me he thinks they're perfect, my whole body is exactly what he likes. I'm getting eager as he kisses my neck, nibbling my ear and squeezing my body in all the right places. He still hasn't touched my pussy and I know how to make that happen. I groan with frustration as he moves his lips from mine to my nipples.

I push away, a little roughly, and climb down to my knees. He likes it when I beg for it. He watches me ache for it, playing with my hair, patting my head, before he pulls his hard cock out and let's me taste it an inch at a time. Slowly feeding me until he grabs my hair and keeps my head down, other hand on my throat to feel his cock deep in there.

"Up, baby," he commands. "Bend over my bed. And spread that pussy." I follow his orders and then I feel his cock slap my pussy, before he uses his cock to toy with my clit. I'm dripping. Begging. Reduced to a submissive mess.

Finally I feel him enter me, deep and fast. I always loved the way he rams me. Like he'll never get tired. He grabs my neck to get me to arch my back a little more, I feel his hand tighten around my neck right as I start to cum, my moans stifled because of a lack of oxygen. Though I'm sure Mark can feel my pussy squirting all over his cock.

Honestly, the rest of the night is a blur. Mark took me anyway he wanted for two hours before he came. I was raw, sore, exhausted but he used me over and over again. Fucking me furiously for what felt like forever, before slowing down to grind it in while kissing me deep. I lost count of my orgasms and just focused on the couple of hours I got to feel like the sexiest woman alive.

He's a god damn keeper.