Mark is nervous.

The Uber ride home was a nightmare. All I could do was fantasise about Craig’s colossal cock. I kept looking down at the tub of yogurt in my hands and how much I wanted to have some. It was insane. This man, who was an arsehole and who bullied my fiancé, had me all but drooling over his cock.

When I opened the door to my little unit, I saw Mark sitting at the kitchen table, he was nervously tapping the envelope I had given him, still unopened, and beside him was a packet of condoms. He turned to face me, and his eyes went wide. “Did you?” he asked.

I laughed, “Do you really want me to answer that?” I asked back, putting down my handbag and coming into the kitchen.

As he pondered what I had asked, I grabbed a spoon out of the drawer and opened the yogurt. I gave it a good stir, as he said. “Well, yes, I mean, no, but yes. No, don’t. I didn’t open this one, I don’t need to know. Here,” he said, pushing the box of condoms over.

“You want me to take all of them?” I asked as I brought the spoonful full of yogurt to my mouth. I moaned as I tasted it, tangy and sweet.

“Well, you said I would need to get some bigger condoms,” he said, confused.

I laughed, “Yes, but do you really want me to take all twelve? What kind of message do you think that sends me?” I asked.

He groaned and grabbed the box, tearing it open, he handed me a single condom. “Here then,” he said.

I pouted at him, “So if my lover, when I take one, wants to go multiple times, I won’t have protection?” I teased.

He groaned again in obvious arousal. “You know what to say to drive me mad, don’t you? And I can’t believe you wore that out.”

I shrugged, “Don’t worry, I wasn’t wearing this top the whole time.”

“God, I want to fuck you so bad,” he said.

I stepped away from the table and put the yogurt in the fridge. “Well, I guess you should grab the ‘much smaller’ condoms from the bedroom,” I teased.

He jumped up, knocking the chair over, and I laughed. While he ran to the bedroom, I quickly stripped off and bent over the table facing the bedroom. When he stepped back into the kitchen, he paused. “Come round here, and eat me to a screaming orgasm.”

He hesitated, “Did you, did you bring me a cream pie already?” he asked.

I smiled at him, “That would be telling,” I said.

He quickly ran around the table, dropping the condom beside me and knelt behind me. Diving into my cunt. I moaned, “I can always count on you to eat my slutty cunt can’t I?”

He moaned a confirmation as he continued to lick my slit. My hands gripped the side of the table as I moaned and shuddered, it felt so good, and I kind of wished I had brought him home a cream pie.

It didn’t take me long before I squirted all over his face, and he quickly stood up. Grabbing the condom off the table, he pulled it open and slid it onto his shaft. As he pushed into me, I resisted the urge to moan before saying. “Hurry up and put it in me.”

I heard him moan, and he leant over me, shuddering, “You mean you can’t feel me?” he asked as he started to thrust.

“Oh, of course I can. I just thought it was your finger,” I said in my best mock truth tone.

He grabbed my hips tighter and started to pound me. The textures of the table felt great against my sensitive nipples, the slight roughness rubbing me. “Where were you, really?” he asked, pumping me hard.

“I was just out with Julie,” I panted, taking a mental note to let Julie know to back up my alibi poorly.

He shuddered within me, and I realised he was about to cum. He must have been as aroused as me for about as long. “Really?” he asked.

I moaned again, “I promise, darling, after all, you hadn’t given me a condom, so I didn’t really have your permission to fuck someone else. But now.” I grabbed the box and held it up for him to see, and he shoved into me, holding me tight as he filled the condom.