The conversation on the app was filthy,
exactly what I was looking for. She didn't beat around the bush. Her profile picture was a shot of her in a low-cut top, but her personality was even more revealing. We talked about what we liked, what we wanted, and what we were going to do about it. The plan was simple: a quick, public meet to make sure neither of us was a complete weirdo, then back to my place.I met her at Chili's. She was hotter than her pictures, with dark, mischievous eyes and a smirk that said she knew exactly the effect she was having on me. She wore a simple black dress that hugged her curves, and every time she leaned forward to take a sip of her margarita, I got a perfect view of her cleavage. The small talk was excruciating. We talked about our jobs, our favorite movies—bullshit we both had zero interest in. All I could think about was bending her over the table. The real conversation was happening under it. Her hand found my knee, then slowly slid up my thigh, her nails grazing the denim of my jeans. My cock was rock hard, straining against the zipper. She leaned in close, her breath hot against my ear. "I'm not wearing any panties," she whispered, her hand giving my dick a firm squeeze through my pants. "And I'm already soaking wet." That was it. I threw down enough cash to cover the drinks and dragged her out of there.
The second my apartment door closed, she was on me. Her mouth was hungry, tasting of tequila and lime. I backed her against the wall, my hands roaming all over her body, grabbing her ass, pulling her tight against me so she could feel how hard I was. She fumbled with my belt, her hands shaking with impatience, and finally freed my cock. She dropped to her knees right there in the entryway and took me into her mouth, her lips soft and wet, her tongue swirling around the head. She looked up at me with those dark eyes as she took me deeper, her head bobbing back and forth. It was incredible, but I wanted more. I wanted to be inside her.
I pulled her to her feet and practically carried her to the bedroom, shedding our clothes along the way. I pushed her down onto the bed and spread her legs. She was right. She was absolutely drenched. I buried my face between her thighs, tasting her, my tongue flicking against her clit as she moaned and tangled her fingers in my hair. Her hips bucked against my mouth, grinding against my face as I ate her out. "Fuck me," she gasped. "Now."
I didn't need to be told twice. I climbed on top of her, guiding my cock to her slick entrance and thrusting into her in one smooth stroke. She was so tight, so wet, so incredibly hot. I started fucking her, hard and deep, just like we'd talked about in our messages. Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me in deeper with every thrust. The room filled with the sound of our bodies slapping together, her moans, and my ragged breathing. I flipped her over, putting her on her hands and knees, and took her from behind, grabbing her hips and slamming into her. I watched her ass jiggle with every impact, my cock disappearing into her over and over. She reached down between her legs and rubbed her clit, and I could feel her pussy clench around me as she came, screaming into my pillow. The sight of her coming undone sent me over the edge, and with a final, powerful thrust, I buried myself deep inside her and emptied my balls.
We collapsed onto the bed, sweaty and breathless. After a minute, she looked over at me, that same mischievous smirk on her face. "So," she said, "wanna order a pizza and go for round two?" I knew this wasn't going to be a one-time thing.