She Wasn’t Supposed to Stay the Night... But He Fucked Her Like He’d Never Let Her Go

It was supposed to be just drinks. Just talk. Maybe a kiss. But now her back’s against the mattress, her blouse torn open, and her legs wrapped around his waist like a vice. She’s not saying no. She’s whispering “don’t stop” between moans and gasps, her nails dragging down his back. He looks into her eyes with every deep thrust, holding her wrists to the bed as she arches into him. The bed creaks. Her thighs shake. His cock disappears deeper with every stroke. And somewhere between breath and sweat, she realizes she doesn’t want to go home. Not ever. He finishes inside her — and she doesn’t even flinch. She just pulls him closer and kisses him like she belongs to the moment now.