Ovulating Craving

I knew my body too well, and the signs were unmistakable. The familiar ache between my thighs, the sensitivity of my nipples, and the overwhelming craving for something thick and hard deep inside me could only mean one thing—I was ovulating. And with this biological urge came an insatiable desire for sex, a need to be filled and bred, to feel the hot rush of cum deep within my pussy. It was a secret passion, one that I had to satisfy, and so I found myself inviting him over again, the guy who had fucked me senseless in our previous encounter and could cum over and over.

I welcomed him at the door, my skin tingling with anticipation. His eyes darkened with desire as he saw the sheer lingerie that barely covered my curves. I wasted no time, pulling him closer and planting a hungry kiss on his lips. I could taste the excitement in his mouth, and his hands roamed over my body, cupping my breasts and squeezing my ass, as if claiming what was rightfully his for the night.

Without a word, I led him to the living room, where the soft cushions of the couch would soon become our playground. I pushed him down gently and straddled his lap, my wetness already staining my panties. Teasing him, I rubbed my pussy against his bulging erection through his pants, moaning softly as I felt his hardness. Then, with a swift motion, I ripped open his pants, freeing his throbbing cock.

"Please," I whispered, my voice hoarse with need, "fuck me from behind."

He needed no further encouragement. He stood up, pushed me down onto the couch, and positioned me on all fours. I presented my ass to him, my cheeks flushed with anticipation. He spanked me lightly, making me yelp, before grasping my hips and guiding his cock to my entrance. With one powerful thrust, he buried himself inside me, filling me in one smooth motion.

"Oh fuck!" I cried out, my voice echoing through the room. His cock felt incredible, stretching me, hitting all the right spots. He grabbed my hips tightly, his fingers leaving imprints on my skin, and began to pound into me with relentless force. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through my body, my breasts swinging with the force of his movements.

"You like it rough, don't you, Zarlie?" he grunted between thrusts.

"Yes! Harder!" I screamed, my words spurred him on. He complied, slamming into me with abandon, his balls slapping against my clit with each retreat. My pussy clenched around his cock, milking him, begging for his release.

"Cum inside me!" I begged, my voice hoarse and raw. "Fill me with your hot load!"

His pace quickened, and I knew he was close. He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back, exposing my neck as he pounded into me with primal urgency. I felt his cock twitch and throb, and then the first jet of his hot cum filled my pussy. He grunted with each pulse, emptying his balls, his seed coating my walls.

"That's it, take it all," he growled, his voice strained.

I whimpered, my body trembling from the intensity of the orgasm that ripped through me. His cum triggered my own release, and I came hard around his shaft, my pussy contracting and milking every last drop from him.

We collapsed onto the couch, our hearts racing and our bodies glistening with sweat. But my insatiable hunger for more was far from satisfied.

"The bath," I panted, "let's take a bath."

He smiled, understanding the unspoken invitation. We made our way to the bathroom, our naked bodies leaving a trail of desire in the hallway. I turned on the tap, adjusting the temperature until steam filled the room. The bath began to fill, and I added a few drops of scented oil, creating a sensual atmosphere.

We stepped into the warm water, and he pulled me close, his hands gliding over my wet skin. He kissed my neck, his touch gentle and tender, a stark contrast to the rough passion we had just shared. He lathered a sponge and began to wash my body, his hands caressing every curve. I leaned into him, my eyes closed, enjoying the sensation of his touch.

But my body craved more, and I needed to feel his cock again. I reached down and stroked his length, feeling it harden in my grasp. He moaned, his breath hot on my neck, as I guided his cock towards my entrance.

"Not yet," he whispered, taking the sponge from me. "Let me wash you first."

He knelt before me, his eyes filled with lust as he soaped my breasts, his touch sending shivers down my spine. His hands traveled lower, past my navel, and he gently spread my thighs. He teased my pussy with the sponge, applying just enough pressure to make me squirm. I bit my lip, fighting the urge to beg for more.

"Patience," he whispered, his breath hot on my sensitive flesh.

He rinsed the sponge and began to wash between my legs, his fingers gently probing my folds. I couldn't hold back a moan as he circled my clit, his touch feather-light and torturous. He chuckled, clearly enjoying my helplessness.

"Please," I whispered, my voice breathy, "I need your cock."

He obliged, discarding the sponge and positioning himself between my legs. I reached down, guiding his cock to my entrance, and slowly lowered myself onto him, the water sloshing around us. I gasped as he filled me, my body accommodating his thickness with ease.

"Ride me," he groaned, his hands gripping my hips.

I began to move, rising and falling, my pussy gripping him tightly. The water splashed around us, spilling over the edges of the tub as I picked up the pace, desperate for release. I leaned forward, my hands on his shoulders, and thrust my hips, taking him deep.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he grunted, his eyes locked on mine.

I smiled, my hair sticking to my face, and increased my pace, riding him with abandon. The water couldn't dampen the fire between us, and I felt the familiar tightening in my core, the telltale sign of an impending orgasm.

"I'm close," I panted, my voice ragged.

He reached up and grabbed my breast, pinching my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "Cum for me, Lottie. Show me how much you love my cock."

His words were my undoing. I cried out, my body convulsing around his shaft as I came, my juices flowing freely. He held me tight, his hips thrusting upwards, meeting my downward motion, and I felt his cock twitch inside me.

"Cum inside me again," I begged, my voice hoarse. "Breed me, fill my pussy."

He growled, his body tensing, and with a final powerful thrust, he emptied himself into me, his hot seed mixing with my own fluids.

We lay in the cooling water, our hearts racing and our bodies entwined. But my pussy, now sore and raw, still craved more. I knew I was insatiable, and I wanted to test the limits of his endurance.

"I need you again," I whispered, my hand trailing down his chest.

He smiled, his eyes dark with desire. "I'm all yours, Zarlie."

I led him out of the bath, my legs trembling slightly, and pushed him towards the bathroom counter. He leaned against it, his cock standing proud and erect, a testament to his stamina. I knelt before him, my mouth watering at the sight of his hardness.

"Suck me," he commanded, his voice husky.

I needed no further encouragement. I took him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head, tasting the salty pre-cum that leaked from the tip. I sucked him deep, my throat constricting around his girth, and looked up at him, my eyes pleading for more.

He gripped my hair, guiding my movements, as I deep-throated him, my nose nuzzling his pubic hair. He grunted, his hips thrusting gently, fucking my mouth with slow, deliberate strokes. I moaned around his cock, the vibrations driving him wild.

"That's it, take it all," he groaned.

I sucked him eagerly, my hand stroking the base of his shaft, my other hand gently massaging his balls. He was close, I could tell, his breath coming in short gasps.

"I'm gonna cum," he warned, his voice strained.

I didn't let up, my mouth working feverishly, until I felt his cock twitch and spasm, and his warm cum shot down my throat. I swallowed, relishing the taste of him, as he filled my mouth with his release.

He pulled out, his cock glistening with my saliva and his cum, and I smiled up at him, my lips glistening.

"You're insatiable," he said, his voice full of wonder.

I stood up, my body flushed with desire, and turned around, presenting my wet pussy to him.

"Then take me," I challenged, my voice sultry. "Bend me over and fuck me like the slut I am."

He needed no further invitation. He bent me over the counter, my hands bracing against the cool marble. I spread my legs, offering myself to him, and felt the head of his cock nudging my entrance. With one swift motion, he entered me, his length stretching me wide.

"Fuck!" I cried out, my voice echoing in the bathroom.

He gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh, and began to pound into me, his strokes long and deep. The counter shook with each thrust, and I could hear the wet sounds of our bodies slapping together.

"You're so tight," he grunted, his breath hot on my neck. "So fucking tight, Zarlie."

I moaned, my eyes rolling back as he hit my sweet spot over and over. My pussy clenched around him, milking his cock, as I felt another orgasm building.

"Cum inside me again," I begged, my voice raw. "Fill me, please!"

He obliged, his pace quickening, his cock throbbing inside me. I felt his release, his hot cum filling me, mixing with the remnants of his previous load. He pulled out, his cock glistening with our combined juices, and I whimpered, craving more.

"You're incredible," he panted, his hands running up and down my back.

I smiled, my body buzzing with pleasure, as I turned around to face him.

"The night's not over yet," I promised, my fingers trailing down his chest.

Little did I know, the morning would bring an even more intense surprise...