She drove over to his house... was she already wet? What a whore she was... wet for a guy that wasn't her husband. She was a horrible, horrible person. She had half a mind to drive back home, and never speak to Mehdi again. But she physically couldn't, she needed to see him too bad, and she could never hurt him that way.
It took her a few minutes to gather up the courage to knock on the door, and when she did, he stood there in a casual shirt and long black work pants, staring at her with intense eyes. "I thought you may have changed your mind." He said, his voice sounding a little hurt, but expressed the same calm soothingness she always craved from him.
"I was going to... but I couldn't." She said, her voice straining. It was hard for her to be here, especially since she was directly lying to Ali by doing this.
"I feel the same way, I can't keep apart from you." He said. She looked him up and down. He was so tall that she usually had to lean up to kiss him, and he was beyond handsome, enough that it took her breath away every time she saw him.
"Come in." He said, and let her into the house. It was just like she remembered, it was only a few months since they'd seen each other, but it felt like a lifetime to her. "What do you want to do?" He asked gently, a little awkward since their time apart.
She shook her head. "I don't know." He reached her hand out and brushed her cheek, looking down at her with a slight smile on his face.
"I think I know what you really want to do." His grin widened, looking a little malicious.
She blushed furiously, was she that obvious? "I'm... I'm not like that." She stammered.
"Oh? But I think you are." He replied smoothly. "Why don't we go upstairs and satisfy that craving pussy of yours?" She gaped at him, how did he turn this around so quickly? She couldn't help but follow him though, and before they even reached his bedroom, he slammed her against the wall of the hallway aggressively, his lips seeking her right away.
She couldn't help but respond, this is what she's been craving for for weeks now. She had him at the back of her mind every time she was with another man, not just her husband. He satisfied more than any of them could, and her lust had slowly turned into an obsession.
He forced his tongue into her mouth, grazing her teeth as he did. She moaned into him, her body arching against his in a delicious way. He loved how sensitive she was for him, and loved that she remembered his body despite the months of silence. She dug her finger into his back, and he slipped his shirt off, tossing it onto the hallway floor. She was impatient as he did, even a second without his touch was hard for her to handle. He adjusted his leg against her, and thrust her hard against her clothes. There were still many layers of clothing between them... but she could already feel the contour of his dick, how hard he was for her. It made her content knowing he needed her just as much as she needed him.
"I bet you're wet for me already, slut." He said, and reached his hand underneath her formal work dress, searching for the panties he knew she especially picked out for him. He grinned into her lips when he felt it... the wetness that was already slipping down her thighs, completely ruining her panties. "It seems I was right."
She was beyond embarrassed. She hated how her body betrayed her every time she saw him, it was obvious how much she needed him, and he was able to take advantage of this. He dropped her panties onto the floor, pulling them down smoothly, she held onto his shoulders quietly as he did. She was his now. His to do whatever he wanted with. There was no way to hide this fact anymore, even Ali knew how she really felt. He had known before she even admitted it to him.
Mehdi lifted her legs up, and rested his body against hers to hold her up against the wall. "It seems we won't even be able to make it to the bedroom this time." He whispered in her ear, his breath hot and steamy against it. She almost gulped from the lust she felt at that moment, and the fear of how much control he had of her.
She was about to reply... to demonstrate any semblance of control, when he thrusted hard into her. She screamed out loud, her voice echoing through the halls of the house. When had he taken his dick out? When had he aligned his dick against me? She was so blind, how did she not notice any of it? And yet... the surprise of it all made it so much better. He started to thrust into her, and her pussy tightened against him uncontrollably.
"I see your cunt still remembers the feel of my cock." He whispered urgently against her lips, it seems her tightness was getting to him as well, he almost groaned out when he said those dirty words.
She couldn't reply properly, all she could do was moan out loud over and over, a moan for each of his hard thrusts, which felt like it was hitting her cervix over and over again. How could she have possibly passed this up? The immense pleasure and lust he provided her? How could she ever pick Ali over him, a man who wasn't even able to provide her with an orgasm? How foolish she was over these few months... to abandon this gorgeous dick. Oh, to feel this kind of satisfaction again... to feel his dick pounding into her over and over with what could only be described as expertise, she wouldn't be able to pass it up for the world.
She felt like a little girl again, completely overwhelmed by the power of this man. All she could do was let him pummel her into the wall, so hard that it felt like they would destroy it. "Mehdi..." was all she could moan out over and over again.
"You don't know how to say anything else, do you?" He grinned. "All you can think about is how good my cock feels." All she could do was groan in response as he gave her a particularly hard thrust.
He let go of one of her arms, and reached down to flick her clit. Even just a few rubs against it was enough to put her over the edge, and she screamed out as she milked him over and over, her pussy pulsing so hard against him it felt like he was going to pop right out. He groaned at that, losing control. "God, you feel so good when you're squeezing me like that." He moaned out the words.
She couldn't say anything in response, it felt like she was cumming again, could that even be possible? But before her first orgasm subsided, she came once more, squeezing him so tight that he slipped out of her, but he regained his composure and slammed into her, hard. "MEHDI!" She screamed, and he couldn't take it anymore. He gave her a few final thrusts and came inside of her, his load pumping out over and over again as he lost control.
They were both so weak at the end, and he plopped her onto the floor. Her legs wouldn't stop shaking, and she fell onto it, her whole body still pulsing. He looked down at her for a second, and fell onto the floor as well, right next to her. He pulled her tight against his body, in the exact same position she was in with Ali the night before. He shushed her and brushed her wet matted hair, telling her what a fucking good girl she was.
