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You opened the door of your house and dropped your bags to the ground after an exhausting day outside. Although the day had not been so good, knowing that you were already in the warmth of your house was worth it. You sighed, and looked around scanning if there was something different in your home, but clearly not, just the ordinary. You walked from the entrance to the couch that was near the stairs, and the silence that invaded the house was broken by some noises that you could hear from upstairs. They weren't loud, realistically if you weren’t paying attention to it you wouldn't notice the noise, but the house was so quiet and you were so attentive that you did.
It was like a groan, a dull whining, as if the responsible of that sound didn’t wanted it to be heard. You heard a couple of quick sighs, as if it was difficult to breathe. You analyzed the situation: if the house wasn’t empty, the only person who could be with you is Matt.
You carefully made your way to the stairs, and in silence you went up each step to get to the top floor. You moved slowly, trying to prevent your steps from making the wood creak and make it be heard around the house.
When you got to Matt's room, you placed your ear o the door to see if the noises were from there, and they were. In Matt's room you could only hear gasps and moans, accompanied by a slight wet sound that left you suspecting what could be happening.
Extremely carefully, you took the knob and turned it as slowly as possible, trying to avoid any unnecessary noise that could interrupt. When you opened the door you met Matt, clueless that you were there. He was glued to the wall, with his hips raised. His pants and underwear lowered to his thighs, and the edge of his shirt between his teeth. He had his cock in hand and he stroked it up and down, a slow rhythm that looked painful. His mouth was open, and he let out moans as he threw his head back. His eyebrows were furrowed and his eyes were glued shut, so he didn't notice when you got closer and stood in front of him.
"Hey." you said and he opened his eyes quickly, flushed and embarrassed.
"I- I didn't know you were home."
"I can tell."
"Sorry..." he replied looking down. He tried to cover himself as quickly as possible, but you took his wrists and stopped him.
"Sorry for what? You can keep going."
"You could help me."
"No, just keep going." you answered, and he rolled his eyes at your denial.
Matt went back to what he was doing before while you kept looking at him. Your eyes pierced through him, it wasn't really uncomfortable, actually, it was a different feeling when you stared while he was touching himself... he liked it. Now that you were in front of him he didn't need to be quiet, he could moan as high as he wanted because he wanted you to listen.
"Take this off." you tugged at his shirt and accidentally ordered with a demanding tone. You took the fabric piece and in a quick movement you yanked it out of the way, now having his torso in front of you.
"Touch me-" he begged and you complied, but not in the way he wanted. "Please."
You bent down, almost kneeling in front of him, and pulled out your tongue to lick from his happy trail to his chest, stoping on his collarbones. The path that your tongue left on his torso felt hot as if it burned his skin, he was so horny.
It was no secret that Matt loved when you used your tongue on him. Every wet spot you left on his skin felt on fire, and it only increased his libido. He looked down at you, pleading you with his eyes. "Keep going-" he muttered.
You worked your tongue on him as if he was your meal. You licked, sucked, and bit wherever your mouth was and he loved it. When you were on his collarbone again, you went down, and you gave a shy lick to one of his nipples, testing the waters to see if he liked it. Turns out he did when he let out a moan louder than the previous ones, so you continued with the same movements. You swirled your tongue around his nipple as he jerked himself off, covering the bud with your spit.
He gripped his shaft with force, now not moving his hand but moving his hips in and out, fucking his own fist. His squirming made it hard for you to properly touch him, so you had to pin him against the wall. "Wish I could be inside you right now..." he whispered. When he was feeling submissive he loved getting praised, feeling dainty and like a mess, and he loved getting his surprisingly small waist gripped.
"Close, close-" he warned not stopping his movements, his dick throbbing in his hand. He sped up, stroking himself faster until he couldn't take it and exploded. With a long moan he came in his hand, staining his clothes and a little of yours, but it didn't matter. He kept stroking himself to ride out his orgasm, following it with a bunch of small whines and cries. He felt his legs tremble slightly when he came, as if he had been edging himself all day and he finally got the chance to cum.
His head fell on your shoulder as he tried to catch his breathing after his orgasm. You rubbed his hips in a soothing motion, indicating that he had done a good job, but you weren’t finished yet.
“Sit on the bed.” you asked smiling and he nodded with his eyes closed, too fucked out of his mind to fight back. He plopped down on the mattress, his chest raising up and down as he tried to calm his breath down. He felt tired, almost ready to go to sleep, so he didn't notice you taking your bottoms off and straddling his lap. "Wake up." you said, softly slapping his face. He groaned and opened his eyes, meeting the sight of you on top of him, grinding down on his still naked dick.
"Wait, wait- I just came, I can't..." he said nervously. He wasn't lying, he was still sensitive, almost unable to move, he didn't even had time to catch his breath and you were already about to keep fucking him.
"Yes you can, I'll do the work." you reassured, and before he could protest you sat on him, sinking down on his cock with a sigh. “Just lay there and look pretty.” the feeling of your plushy walls against him was overstimulating, adding to the fact that he still did not recover from his past orgasm. He stuttered and quickly covered his mouth with his palm, he knew that if he tried to talk he couldn't do it properly.
You started slowly, adjusting to his size inside you, but after a few seconds and already comfortable you began to move properly. You placed your hands on his chest, using it as a support as you increased your speed while you bounced on him.
“Wait-“ he tried speaking, but you were to caught up in your work that you couldn't hear him. "If you don't slow down... I'm gonna cum again." although you didn't hear it, even if you had done it you wouldn't have stopped either.
Matt didn't have the strength to match your movements and thrust inside of you from his position, he didn't even have the strength to grip your hips as you rode him, so he just lay down there taking it. He let you use him as you pleased, no matter how sensitive he was or how unable he was to form a thought.
He whimpered beneath you, he tried speaking but he couldn't think of anything, his head was blank. His mind was foggy, he couldn't even think about how good what you were doing felt because he couldn't focus on anything, it felt like you were fucking his brains out. You knocked the air out of his lungs with each thrust, he felt like this was a heavenly torture.
You knew he was already close, you knew since you first got on top of him that he wasn't gonna last much, but you just wanted to try and see how much he could take before finally breaking. You felt him being on the edge when he throbbed inside you, and you looked down to see him totally fucked out. His eyes rolled back and his mouth agape, he panted each time you slammed down on him. “Too much, too much-“ Matt said, finally getting the chance to speak. He looked extremely sensitive, almost on the verge of being unconscious, and you threw your head back at the sight.
"You're gonna cum, I'm gonna make you cum." you breathed out, determined in your mission. As if you could, you slammed yourself even harder on him, sinking down completely and having his full length inside of you. You grinded on him, the movements causing enough friction between your clit and his pelvis to draw you closer to your climax. You felt yourself tighten around him, so you began increasing your speed to thrust his dick in and out of you quickly and roughly. You didn't stop moving until he was moaning, almost crying out in ecstasy.
“Slow down-“ he tried mumbling, but you acted like you couldn't hear him.
Your pussy pulsed around his member the same way he twitched inside you, sending shivers throughout your body. He was completely consumed by the pleasure you gave him, not a mind, not even a thinking being, just a body accepting its fate of being used.
"Accept you're loving this." you said intoxicatingly, your husky voice ringing in his ears as if it were the only sound he could hear, and with the little strength he had he managed to give you a nod. You lowered your hand towards your clit and rubbed it quickly, looking for that climax that you aimed so much.
"Matt, I'm about to cum..." you whined as your approaching orgasm threatened to sap the little strength you had left, but you used that last energy to rub your clit faster. You tightened even more, the feeling overwhelming him. Small tears of overstimulation filled his eyes and almost brimmed over and spilled on his cheeks.
“I- Me too-“ he tried to finish his sentence before being cut off by a full orgasm hitting him like a truck. He moaned loudly, almost screaming, his throat sore and voice strained as he shook uncontrollably. His member throbbed one last time before finally cumming inside of you, depositing a warm liquid that threatened to fill your womb. You followed after him, pulsating around his girthy dick that you still managed to keep pumping in and out of you. You felt yourself covering him in your release, and you had to stop moving so you could catch your breath.
You fell on top of him, your head fitting perfectly on the crook of his neck, like two puzzle pieces. Your orgasm reached so deep inside you that it tired all your muscles. You sighed with your eyes half-open, and you looked up to see Matt.
You wondered if he was still there, or at least still awake, but you noticed he wasn't when you heard soft snores coming out of his lips. You sighed, smiling, looks like you weren't the only one tired.