Better Believe It!

He grabs me around the waist and soon he is taking me to a side room. People cheer him on as he pulls me into a booth, small and cramped, but I don't mind as I lead over before him and spread my legs. I hear his zipper go down, and soon feel his cock rubbing across my pussy lips.

I moan loudly, my body urging him to take me, pressing my ass cheeks and legs against him. He grabs me roughly around the neck with both his hands, as his cock quickly finds purchase inside my moist mound. He starts pounding my bardy hard then, easily impaling his rock-hard cock deep inside my willing folds. I moan loudly, screaming for him to take me, before succumbing to the raw emotion coursing through me and letting out a loud string of moans that could almost be interpreted as screaming. I orgasm almost immediately; the walls are all reflective and giving me a clear view of the action. I feel his hand tighten upon my neck, my cheeks growing a dark shade of red as he pounds me forcefully.

Each thrust propels my body forward, forcing my breasts to bounce erotically and I try to hold myself self in place. I press my body upon him each time, and each time he thrusts into me, I'm propelled forward again. I moan, though not as loud as before, as he chocks me out even as he pounds my pussy. I feel that his balls slap hard upon my shaved thatch, my body aroused my passion like none other.

I told myself I would never let him take me out, and never give in to his passions. Yet, now I find my only concern was to be taken by him, to be used for his passions, and I wanted it to be as rough and brutal as he could dish it out. At that moment, I wanted him to **** me to be his, if only for the night, and for him to use me to fulfil his desires. I climaxed at the thought, followed swiftly by an orgasm, and then another. Each one was more powerful than the last. My body bounced forward as he pounded me, moving swiftly back so he could do it all over again.

I felt him then, an increase in the speed, pounding himself against me, pushing me forward faster and harder than before. His grip upon my throat never wavered for a moment, as he held on tight to me as he used me. Orgasmed cascaded, one followed swiftly by the next, as he **** himself upon my willing form. I felt him then, come shooting inside of me, my body responding with a climax of its own. I felt him slow down his pace then, filling me with the entirety of his loud before pulling out of me. I let out a sigh, only to find myself staring headlong into one more surprise: a camera, red light clearly glowing, and aimed at us. I find myself wondering who would be watching, before letting it go. It's too late to worry about now, right?

I turned back to my ex (Former ex?), and as he relaxed his hold upon my throat, I slowly stood up. My mind was filled only with thoughts of the pleasure we shared, and all the times he had taken me before. I moaned, standing still before him. He pulled me close, and we kissed them before dressing quickly and stepping out of the small alcove.

As we step out, we notice it's getting late, and things are starting to slow down. Gasping, I see a smile plastered on his face... why not? He got everything he wanted... and then some. Still, I find myself smiling back his way, even as my clothes remain draped over his shoulder. "So... it's getting late and ... ", to which I giggle back, "Yea, we should likely be going home soon... " My voice trails off, and with that, we agree it's time to go, and soon we're headed toward the exit. As we get there, he asks me, "Hey, you walked here, right? If you tell me the address, I can arrange a cab to get us there. I pause, thinking why he's being so nice. Is he really doing it just to be nice, or just trying to learn my new address?