Natalie tries to replicate what she heard

But this wasn’t then. This was now, and she was riding Matt, but she wanted more of that night. Wanted to know what that stranger in her house felt. She slid off him in one fluid motion, her hand wrapping around his cock briefly as she backed away on her knees.

“Fuck me from behind, please,” she begged, with a pleading tone. “And would you spank me?” she added, sounding almost ****.

Matt didn’t hesitate. He scrambled up to his knees, stroking himself as he shuffled behind her. Natalie moved back to the center of the bed and bent low, pressing her chest and cheek to the bedspread, arms stretched forward until her fingers curled around the edge of the mattress where it met the headboard. Her back arched deep, ass lifted high and angled back toward him, slick and glistening, her pussy tilted perfectly upward - waiting, wanting.

Nothing in her held back. She offered him everything, revealed every curve, displayed every inch of skin, every admission of what she needed right now as she presented herself to him, completely wanton and shameless.

Matt kept stroking himself as he moved closer, gaze locked on the spread between her thighs. It was the first fully unobstructed view he’d had of her glistening pussy, beautifully framed by the open crotch of her panties. Her lips twitched softly as if pulsing in anticipation, and just above them, her rosebud gave the slightest involuntary flutter, as if every nerve was calling for any attention it could get.

He let out a breath and moved in, kneeling behind her, placing one foot flat on the mattress outside her knee to brace himself. One hand slid to her hip, gripping tight, but the angle was too steep. She was tilted up so high, arched so deep, that he couldn’t get in without adjusting her.

He slid his hand lower, curving beneath her to cup the front of her pelvis and rock her backward, tilting her hips just enough. With that slight shift, her entrance opened for him, wet and waiting. He guided himself to her, the head of his cock catching right at her entrance, held there for just a second, long enough for both of them to feel the tension building between need and release.

Then he pressed in, sinking to the hilt in one push.

Natalie cried out into the bedding, her arms straining forward, thighs trembling as her insides adapted to him. He felt good, thick, but as hard as she’d ever felt, stretching her, but it wasn’t just about that.

It was about her. The girl in Aiden’s room. The one who moaned like she was being wrecked. The one who giggled as she called him daddy. Gasped when she commented on how huge he was. Whimpered when he fucked her hard enough to make the bed creak. And slapped her ass loud enough for Natalie to hear it from her room. That sound had looped in her mind for how long?

And now… this - Matt behind her, as deep as his size would allow, his body smacking against hers as he found his pace. All of it was good, it was close, but not enough.

She needed the sting the petite blonde had felt. The bite of his hand on her ass. The sharp contrast of pain just beneath the pleasure.

“Spank me,” she said, voice taut.

Once again Matt obeyed immediately, happy to accommodate her request. She knew she had an ass that invited it. The full firm cheeks that would give just the slightest ripple, before quickly coming back to stillness.

His hand cracked down across her right cheek. She jerked and moaned, hips jolting forward. Another followed, on the other side. Harder. She gasped, biting into the bedspread. One slap to her ass, immediately followed by another. The sound was loud, satisfying. But the panties dulled the full effect. Lace over her skin, the thick waistband tight across her hips, muting the impact, and not letting her feel it the way she needed to. The sting seemed as though muted. It teased at what she wanted but refused to deliver fully. She groaned, frustrated, the tension in her building, yet going nowhere.

“Take them off,” she panted.

He slowed, his tempo faltering as he pulled back. “Wait- hang on, I’ll unclip-”

“No,” she said sharply, twisting her head toward him. “Just- fuck, Matt- rip them. Please.” She didn’t want to break the moment to wait for him to undo her straps. To reposition so he could slide them down and off her feet.

He hesitated, one hand already reaching to unclasp a garter, confused by her urgency.

“Are you sure?” he asked, glancing down at where the lace clung over the roundness of her ass, still pretty, still intact.

Her breath caught. She could see it in her head, Aiden’s girl, bent over, ass high, the sound of his hand on her skin and her voice pitching up with every thrust.

“God, yes,” she said, desperation rough in her voice. “Please. Just do it. And don’t stop. Don’t stop fucking me.”

Her voice cracked at the end, coming out raw, and impatient. A hunger in her voice that left no room for interpretation. Her fists clenched in the bedding. She didn’t want to just remember what she heard that night. She wanted to be that moment. To be her. The girl who made him come so hard he couldn’t stop grunting. The girl who whimpered with every slap of his hips. The girl she couldn’t stop envying now that she recognized the full impact that night had on her.

She needed to be worth remembering like that. Even if it wasn’t Aiden fucking her. Even if it was just the shadow of the memory projected onto Matt as he fucked her.

He didn’t wait. With her pleading words continuing to linger in the air full of desperation, he gripped her hips tight and slammed back into her. The angle had changed now. Her panties were gone, but the garter straps were there, stretched over her cheeks, catching just enough to dull the sting.

He slapped her anyway, hand coming down hard against the curve of her cheek. The sound cracked through the room, but it wasn’t clean, it was broken and interrupted by the bit of garter belt, coming down to where it transitioned to the elastic strap pressed across her skin.

“Fuck this,” he muttered, reaching down without pulling out. His fingers fumbled for a second, then hooked beneath the garter. “I’ll buy you a new pair.”

And with a sharp tug, he yanked the straps from her stockings, popping one, then the other free. The nylon snapped against her thighs as they released, baring her fully to him.

Then he went back to work spanking her again, it was loud, the sound finally echoing the way it was supposed to. The way it had in her memory. He grabbed her hips, drove into her harder, the clean contact pushing her closer with each impact now that there was nothing in the way. Nothing between the sharp slap of his palm and the sting she was after to find what she needed.

She cried out, loud, from how right it felt. How much closer it brought her.

He spanked her again, harder this time, his cock driving into her with each snap of his hips, and she pushed back against him, greedy for every inch. Every sound. Every burn that spread under his hand.

Another slap. And another. A sharp jolt ran through her as the pain became more intense, causing her breath to fracture, and her moans come raw and fast and completely out of her control. She clenched around him, building on the friction, the pressure, trying to crest the edge. She wanted to be her, that girl whose name she’d forgotten and didn’t care to remember, but even more than that, she wanted to outdo her.

A hand shot down between her thighs, fingers rubbing tight circles over her clit, slippery and ****. Matt groaned above her, gripped her harder, his hips becoming more inconsistent now, faster, sloppier, closer.

“Fuck,” she gasped, eyes clenched shut, every muscle drawing tight.

He slapped her one last time, the hardest yet, and it broke her open. Her orgasm tore through her, causing her to bite down on the bedding, a muffled scream as she went rigid, then convulsed around him, gripping his cock in hard, pulsing waves. Her forehead pressed into the sheets, knees trembling, and her thighs shaking. One hand stayed buried between her legs, but the other shot to her chest, tugging hard at a nipple, twisting it through her fingers as her climax surged, **** for more sensation, more release, more everything.

She was there. Finally. And for a moment, she didn’t care who was inside her. She just needed to cum like that. To be fucked hard. To be remembered the way she remembered her.

Her body was trembling when he pulled her hips back tight against him and thrust hard, chasing his own finish. Her pussy was still fluttering from the last wave, as it gripped at him greedily with every movement.

“Fuck- Nat-” he gasped, losing all control.

She didn’t answer. Couldn’t. Just stayed bent forward, one cheek against the bedspread, still catching her breath as he pounded into her, harder, faster, rhythm a thing of the past now as the need overcame him.

His hand slipped from her hip to the back of her neck, pulling her to himself as his cock jerked inside her. His groan was deep and strained as he came, his hips pressing flush against her, every muscle in his body locking as he emptied into her. She felt the way he pulsed, the heat of him spilling inside her, the warmth of his breath coming out in grunts with every twitch. He’d leaned forward, bracing against her back as he finished.

And that’s when it hit her. He hadn’t pulled out. There wasn’t a warning, and they hadn’t bothered with a condom. Just the sudden, unmistakable warmth flooding her, marking what they’d done. Her fingers curled tighter into the bedding as the full realization of everything her mind had stumbled on through the night closed in around her chest. She didn’t say anything. Didn’t move. Just blinked at the wall she was staring at with her face pressed into his bed, trying to process the fact that she hadn’t stopped him, hadn’t even thought to.

Too late now.

So she did the only thing that made sense in the moment - closed her eyes and imagined it had been Aiden.

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