The city below was a sprawling carpet of lights, glittering and pulsating with life. Sarah stood at the floor-to-ceiling window, a glass of wine in hand, her reflection blurring with the bustling cityscape outside. The cool glass against her skin was a stark contrast to the warmth of her apartment, filled with the soft hum of jazz music and the lingering notes of an expensive scent.
She took a sip, letting the wine trail a path of heat down her throat. Her eyes drifted to the clock on the mantelpiece. Almost nine. Klaus should be here any minute.
She could hear the distant hum of his car as it pulled up to her apartment complex. A shiver of anticipation ran down her spine. She had been thinking about this all day, ever since he had leaned in over her desk, his eyes locked onto hers, and whispered, “Meet me at your place tonight, Sarah. I have something to show you.”
When the doorbell rang, she took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest. She opened the door, and there he was, standing in the doorway. Klaus, with his confident smirk and those piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through her. He stepped inside, his eyes scanning her apartment, taking in the tasteful blend of modern and vintage pieces.
Sarah closed the door behind him, her fingers brushing lightly against his chest as she did so. Klaus looked at her, his gaze intense, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. She knew what was coming, and she was ready for it.
“Drink?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Later,” he replied, his voice low and husky. He reached out, his hand cupping her cheek, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw. “I’ve been thinking about this all day, Sarah.”
She leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering shut. “Me too,” she admitted, her voice barely audible.
His hand moved to the back of her neck, pulling her closer, his lips crashing onto hers. She could taste the faint hint of whiskey on his breath, feel the stubble on his chin scraping against her skin. His tongue pushed into her mouth, exploring, demanding, and she responded eagerly, her hands gripping his shirt, pulling him closer.
He walked her backwards, his lips never leaving hers, until her legs hit the edge of the couch. She fell back, pulling him down with her. His body pressed against hers, his hardness evident through his pants. She moaned into his mouth, her hips grinding against him.
“Fuck, Sarah,” he groaned, pulling away from her lips.
His hands moved to her blouse, his fingers deftly unbuttoning it, revealing the lacy bra she wore underneath. He growled in approval, his hands moving to her breasts, squeezing them through the thin fabric. She gasped, her head falling back, exposing her neck to him.
He took the invitation, his lips trailing down her neck, his teeth nipping at her skin. His hands moved to her back, unhooking her bra with ease. Her breasts spilled out, her nipples hard and aching. He took one in his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud, his teeth grazing it lightly. She moaned, her hands tangling in his hair, holding him to her.
He switched to her other breast, giving it the same attention, his hands moving to her hips, pulling her against him. She could feel his hardness pressing against her, and it sent a jolt of electricity straight to her core.
“Klaus,” she gasped, her voice ragged. “I need… I need more.”
He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire. “What do you need, Sarah?” he asked, his voice a low growl.
“I need you to fuck me,” she said, her voice steady and sure. She was done playing games, done with the slow burn. She wanted him, now.
A slow, wicked smile spread across his face.
“As you wish, Sarah,” he said, his voice a low rumble. He stood up, his hands moving to his belt, unbuckling it with quick, efficient movements. She watched, her eyes locked onto his hands, as he unbuttoned his pants, pushing them down along with his boxers. His cock sprang free, hard and ready, and she licked her lips in anticipation.
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“Come here,” she said, her voice commanding. He raised an eyebrow, but did as she asked, stepping closer to the couch. She reached out, her hand wrapping around his length, feeling the velvet smoothness of his skin, the hardness beneath. He groaned, his hips moving forward, fucking her hand.
She looked up at him, her eyes dark with desire, and he knew he was lost. He wanted this woman, wanted her in a way he hadn’t wanted anyone in a long time. She was a challenge, a distraction from his mundane life, and he was fucking hooked.
“Sarah,” he muttered, his voice ragged, “I need to be inside you.”
She smiled, a wicked, knowing smile that sent a jolt of electricity straight to his cock. She released him, her hands moving to her own pants, unbuttoning them with quick, efficient movements. Sarah pushed them down along with her panties, her legs falling open to reveal her glistening pussy.
Klaus groaned, his eyes locked onto her, his cock throbbing with need. He reached out, his fingers trailing through her folds, feeling the wetness, the heat. She moaned, her hips moving against his hand, her eyes fluttering shut.
“Fuck, Sarah,” he muttered, his voice ragged. “You’re so fucking wet.”
She opened her eyes, her gaze locking onto his. “That’s all for you, Klaus,” she said, her voice low and sultry. “Now, are you going to talk about it, or are you going to do something about it?”
He growled, a low, animalistic sound that sent a shiver down her spine.
He grabbed her legs, pulling them up and over his shoulders, opening her up to him completely. She gasped, her hands gripping the couch cushions, her body tensing in anticipation.
“Klaus,” she moaned, her voice barely above a whisper. “Please.”
He looked at her, his eyes dark with desire, and then he was pushing into her, his cock filling her completely. She cried out, her body arching off the couch, her fingers digging into the cushions. He was big, bigger than she had expected, and it was a tight fit. But fuck, it felt good.
He started to move, his hips thrusting forward, his cock sliding in and out of her pussy.
She moaned, her eyes fluttering shut, her body moving in rhythm with his. He was slow at first, letting her adjust to his size, but she could feel the tension in his body, the way he was holding back. She wanted none of that. She wanted all of him, every fucking inch.
“Harder, Klaus,” she gasped, her voice ragged. “Fuck me harder.”
He growled, his hands gripping her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. He pulled her closer, his hips slamming into hers, his cock burying itself deep inside her. She cried out, her body arching off the couch, her tits bouncing with each thrust.
Klaus’s grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pounded into her like a man possessed.
“Fuck, Sarah,” he grunted, his face red with exertion. “You feel so fucking good.”
She moaned in response, her legs trembling as she wrapped them around his waist, pulling him even deeper inside her. She could feel every inch of him, could feel the heat of his body as he fucked her like a beast.
Klaus let out a low growl, his body tensing as he reached for her. He grabbed her roughly, his hands moving to her tits, squeezing them hard.
She cried out, her back arching as he pinched her nipples between his fingers, rolling them roughly. She could feel the pain mixed with pleasure as he continued to fuck her hard, his body slamming into hers with each thrust.
“Fuck, yes,” she moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. “Harder, Klaus. Make me come.”
Klaus groaned, his hips moving faster, his cock pounding into her like a piston. She could feel every inch of him, could feel the heat of his body as he pounded into her. She was close, so close, and she knew it wouldn’t take much more.
Sarah could feel the tension building in her core, the heat spreading through her body. She looked up at Klaus, his face contorted with pleasure, his eyes locked onto hers. She could see the sweat beading on his forehead, the way his chest heaved with each breath. He was close too.
“Come with me, Klaus,” she gasped, her voice ragged. “Come inside me.”
He groaned, his hips slamming into hers, his cock burying itself deep inside her. She could feel him pulsing, could feel the heat of his release as he filled her up.
“Fuck, Sarah,” he grunted, his body tensing as he came.
She could feel every pulse of his cock as he filled her up, his hot cum spilling into her. She moaned, her own orgasm ripping through her, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over her.
He collapsed on top of her, his body heavy and sweaty, his breath coming in ragged gasps. She could feel his heart pounding against her chest, could feel the sweat dripping from his forehead onto her skin. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him close, her fingers tracing patterns on his back.
“Fuck, Sarah,” he muttered again, his voice hoarse. “That was… that was something else.”
She smiled, her fingers tangling in his hair.
“I’m glad you liked it,” she said, her voice soft. He looked up at her, his eyes still dark with desire, and she could see the hunger in them. He wasn’t done with her yet.
“Again?” “Again,” he agreed, his voice a low rumble.
He rolled off her, his body landing on the couch beside her. She turned to look at him, her eyes scanning his body. He was still hard, his cock glistening with their combined juices. She licked her lips, her eyes meeting his.
“You’re not done with me yet,” she said, her voice sultry and laced with desire.
Klaus smirked, running a hand through his hair. “Not even close,” he growled. He grabbed her hand and pulled her upright, positioning her so that she was straddling him on the couch. He reached down and grasped his cock, guiding it towards her entrance.
“Fuck me again,” she demanded, her voice barely above a whisper.
“With pleasure,” he replied, his eyes locked onto hers as he slowly pushed himself inside her. She gasped at the feeling of him filling her up again, her body adjusting to his size.
“Goddammit,” she moaned, grinding herself against him.
Klaus groaned beneath her, his hands gripping her hips as she moved up and down on his cock. She could feel every inch of him inside her, stretching her wide open, filling her completely.
“Fuck,” he grunted, his eyes locked onto hers. “You’re so tight.”
She leaned forward, her hands pressing against his chest for leverage as she rode him harder. His cock slid in and out of her slick pussy with a wet, slapping sound that only served to turn her on more.
“Fuck me harder,” she gasped. “Make me come on your cock.”
Klaus growled in response, his hands moving to her breasts.
He squeezed them roughly, his thumbs rubbing over her erect nipples through the thin fabric of her top. She gasped at the sensation, her body arching into his touch.
“Harder,” she demanded, her voice low and husky.
He complied, pinching and rolling her nipples between his fingers until she was moaning and grinding against him.
“Goddammit, Sarah,” he grunted.
“Your pussy is so fucking tight.”
She moaned in response, her body shivering with pleasure as she continued to ride him. The couch creaked beneath them with each thrust, the sound adding to the primal rhythm of their fucking.
“Harder,” she commanded again, her voice hoarse with lust. “I want you to fuck me like you own me.”
A wicked grin spread across Klaus’s face as he lifted her off of him and flipped her onto her stomach. She gasped as he positioned himself behind her, his cock pressing against her entrance from behind.
“Is this what you want?” he asked, his voice low and menacing.
She could feel the heat of his breath on her neck, the way his hands gripped her hips tightly. She knew he was in control now, and she fucking loved it.
“Yes,” she whimpered, her voice barely audible. “Fuck me like you own me, Klaus.”
He growled in response, his hands tightening on her hips as he slammed into her, burying himself deep inside her pussy. She cried out, her fingers gripping the couch cushions as he began to fuck her hard and fast.
“Goddamn, Sarah,” he grunted, his hips slapping against her ass with each thrust.
She could feel every inch of him stretching her wide open.
She moaned in response, pushing back against him as he continued to pound into her from behind. The couch creaked and groaned beneath them, the sound adding to the primal rhythm of their fucking.
“Harder,” she demanded, her voice ragged with desire. “Make me feel it.”
Klaus growled in response, his grip on her hips tightening. He pulled out almost completely before slamming back inside her with forceful thrusts that made her cry out in pleasure and pain.
“Fuck,” he grunted, his voice strained with effort.
“You’re so fucking tight, Sarah. I can’t hold back much longer.”
She moaned in response, her body tensing as she felt the first waves of her orgasm building. “Don’t you dare stop,” she panted, her voice ragged. “I’m so close, Klaus.
He growled, his fingers digging into her hips as he pounded into her, his cock slamming into her G-spot with each thrust. She could feel every inch of him, could feel the heat of his body as he fucked her like a man possessed.
“Come for me, Sarah,” he grunted, his voice low and commanding.
“I want to feel you come all over my cock.”
She moaned loudly at his words, feeling her orgasm building rapidly. Her body tensed as Klaus continued to pound into her relentlessly. Every sensation was magnified – the heat of his skin against hers, the way his cock stretched her to the limit with each powerful thrust.
“Fuck,” she panted, her fingers digging into the couch cushions. “I’m going to come.”
Klaus growled in response, slamming into her harder and faster. “Come on my cock, Sarah. Let me feel you come.”
The sensation overwhelmed her. Her body convulsed as she felt a wave of pleasure wash over her.
Her pussy began to clench around Klaus’s hard cock as she rode out wave after wave of intense orgasms.
“Fuck, Klaus,” she screamed, her voice hoarse with pleasure and exertion.
The sight of Sarah coming undone beneath him was enough to push Klaus over the edge. His own orgasm began to build rapidly, his cock throbbing inside Sarah’s tight pussy.
“Shit,” he grunted, his grip on Sarah’s hips tightening.
He slammed into her one last time with all his might, burying himself deep inside her as he came.
She felt every pulse and spurt of his hot cum as it filled her up completely.
She collapsed onto the couch, her body trembling from the aftermath of their intense lovemaking. Klaus followed suit, his body collapsing on top of hers, their chests heaving with ragged breaths.
“Fuck,” he muttered against her neck, his voice hoarse with exertion.
She smiled, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his back as they both slowly came down from their high.
“That…” he began, pulling back slightly to look at her.
“Was amazing,” she finished for him.
He grinned at that.
“I’ve been wanting to do that to you for weeks,” he admitted.
She raised an eyebrow.
“Really?