Rusty met Jenna at a friend's New Year's Eve party. They drank and danced and drank and flirted and drank and did the ceremonial New Year's Eve chaste kiss thing and drank. And ... she was pretty hammered. She kinda threw herself at him that night, but he just didn't feel right about it. Even if she wouldn't have had any regrets, he still had to look at himself in the mirror the next morning. He had his friend call her an Uber to get home safe and caught one for himself.
A few days later, his friend texted him that Jenna asked him for Rusty's number. Huh. Okay, sure! They texted back and forth for a while; nothing overt, just "hey, how are ya?" kinds of messages. Then she asked him if he wanted to get some coffee. Absolutely! He had been pretty drunk at the party as well, but he remembered thinking she was pretty damn hot. They made plans for later that week, and Thursday afternoon found him sitting in the coffee shop and waiting for her.
A car door opened, and legs came out. And came out. And kept coming out. Damn, he didn't remember her legs as being *that* long. Wow. Those legs brought her over to his table. Man, what a knockout. If this was her "after work" look, he wondered what her "going out on a Friday night" look was. Stunning, reddish-blond hair in waves down her back. Sparkling blue eyes. Full lips. And positively enormous tits. Damn. No wonder he had enjoyed dancing with her that night!
"Rusty, I just wanted to say thank you. I was wasted that night, and my friends told me that I was basically dry humping you at the party. It would have been super easy for you to throw me onto a bed somewhere, but you didn't. And when I woke up the next morning, in my home and bed, fully dressed, I realized that you were more than just another tall, good looking guy with nice eyes. You're actually ... a good guy. And ... I can't believe I'm pouring all this out at once. But I'd like to get to know you a lot better."
Who was he to say no to that?!
Their relationship continued along the lines as expected. They dated, then dated exclusively. They made out, which led to petting, which led to making love. He had been trying to move slowly, so she'd know that she was taking the lead, that they were moving on her timeline. But his predatory brain wanted to throw her on the bed and fuck her into next week. Still, though. He was patient and respectful, at all times. At least, externally.
One night she called. Something had happened at work, but she was too upset to talk about it. He asked if he could come over. She said she'd like that, so he did. And they talked. That was all. Talk. She was really upset; she didn't need him to be all handsy or anything. She needed a friend more than a boyfriend. They slept in each other's arms. He held her, kissed her forehead, told her how special she was. Just generally trying ... to love her.
The next morning, he woke up late, and she was already up and off to work. There was a note by the bed:
"Sweet Rusty,
I needed that last night. I needed to be held, and cherished. Kissed and cuddled. Tears wiped, hair stroked. Rocked like a baby.
Tonight when I get home...
Don't adore me. Destroy me.
Make me cum until I cry.
Bend me forward and bury your cock inside me.
Pound me until I pass out.
I don't want to be admired, I want to be annihilated.
I trust you'll accept your assignment?
Love, Jenna"
Well. Who was he to deny the lady what she wanted? And perhaps his predator brain had been dormant too long.
When he got home from work that evening, he took a quick shower and headed over to her place. He found her there in a dazzling dark green satin and lace peignoir, brushing her hair and gazing in the mirror. He walked up behind her, wrapping his hands around her waist. His lips grazed her ear, whispering "Hello, beautiful." She melted back into him. His hands slid up her sides, over her shoulders, and gently around her neck. She shivered with goosebumps, or maybe that was her heart pounding. He moved his left hand up to the nape of her neck ...
... and forcefully pulled her hair back, tilting her face to his. His lips, millimeters from hers, his eyes on fire. "You had something you wanted me to do tonight?" He growled, claiming her lips with my own.
She pushed back against him. "Yes... I wanted you to DEVOUR me." She pushed him down to his knees, then lifted the peignoir off over her head. He waited, wanting to see how she wanted to play this out. He didn't have to wait long.
She pulled him into her, his lips brushing her pussy. That, then, was his cue. He grabbed her ass and forced her to his mouth, tasting how wet she already was. The taste, the aroma ... she was addictive. His tongue parted her lips, allowing more of her delicious juices into his mouth. Her clit peeked into view, throbbing with need and desire.
He pushed her onto the bed, like he'd dreamed of doing a thousand times. With one hand, he reached over her leg and spread her lips apart, so he could concentrate his mouth's attention on her clit. With the other hand, one, then two fingers slid frictionlessly into her core, pounding deeper and deeper. He turned that hand over, so he could curve his fingers upward and find the pebbly flesh of her g spot. She moaned. Oh, it was ON now.
Before that night, his fingers had only lovingly caressed her pussy... that night, they fucked her cunt. Harder, faster, deeper than she thought possible. And when his teeth closed around her clit, she lost all control, thrashing and bouncing on the bed. She screamed "I'm cumming!", but he didn't stop. Not for anything. He finger-fucked her through a dozen orgasms, or maybe it was just one that kept cresting over and over and over again. And every thrust was punctuated by a slight nip on her clit. His fingers, the bed, her pussy, everything was drowning in her honey, but he refused to stop. She moaned "I can't take much more of this!" He didn't give a damn.
Somewhere along the way, she lost track of his left hand; he knew she'd lost track of time, dimension, reality, and everything else. But she came swirling back to her body when his thumb pushed against the tight little rosebud of her ass. She gasped, begged him to stop, not to touch her *there*! He didn't give a damn.
