**Sara**
My heart was pounding as he led me into the bedroom, the events of the night catching up with me. This was really happening. Me, Sara, about to have wild, passionate sex with a near stranger. If someone had told me this would be my night, I'd have laughed in their face. But here I was, and I wanted it more than anything.
Tom pulled me close, his lips crashing down on mine, his tongue tangling with mine in a hungry kiss. I kissed him back fervently, my hands roaming over his chest, relishing the feel of his hard muscles under my fingertips.
Breaking the kiss, I pushed him gently towards the bed. "Lie down."
Tom obliged, settling onto the bed, his eyes never leaving me. I took a moment to just look at him, this gorgeous man who wanted me as much as I wanted him. I felt a rush of power, knowing I could make him beg, and the thought excited me.
I crawled onto the bed, positioning myself between his legs, and reached for the nightstand drawer. I needed protection—no way was I stupid enough to have unprotected sex with a guy I'd just met. Luckily, Tom seemed to be prepared, and I found a box of condoms in the drawer.
Ripping open the packet, I rolled the condom onto his hard length, my touch firm and sure as my gaze locked with his. I wanted him to know just how confident I was and see the desire burning in his eyes. I wanted to burn.
Positioning myself over him, I grabbed his wrists, pinning them above his head. With a wicked grin, I lowered myself onto his cock, taking him deep inside me.
Tom groaned, his hips bucking slightly as I sank down, filling myself with his length. "Damn, you feel so tight," he growled, his eyes screwed shut as he relished the sensation.
I shivered at his words, a thrill coursing through me as I slowly raised and lowered myself on his shaft. "You like that?" I teased, my breasts bouncing with each movement.
"Fuck, yes," he hissed, his hips thrusting gently, seeking more friction. "Ride me, Sara. Hard."
I obliged, picking up the pace, my hips moving faster as I rode him like a wild mare. My breasts bounced with each movement, and my hair tumbled around my shoulders, tickling the sensitive skin of my back.
Tom's eyes were trained on my breasts, and he reached up, his hands cupping them, squeezing gently as my nipples brushed his palms with each bounce. "Your tits are amazing," hs thumbs rubbing circles around my already hardened nipples.
The sensation sent sparks through my body, and I cried out, my head falling back as pleasure coursed through me. "Tom, please," I begged, not sure what I was asking for, but needing more. Needing everything.
Releasing his wrists, I placed my hands flat on his chest, using it as leverage as I bounced on his cock, his hands squeezing and teasing my breasts. "That's it, baby," he encouraged, his hips thrusting to meet my movements. "Ride me like you mean it."
I needed no further encouragement, my hips moving faster, my body slick with sweat as I rode him hard. The slap of our skin mingled with our heavy breathing, creating a symphony of carnal pleasure.
Tom's hands left my breasts, trailing down my body to grip my hips, guiding my movements. I cried out as he thrust up into me, the angle sending his cock deep into my sensitive core.
"There," I moaned, my eyes fluttering closed as my body tightened around him. "Right there, Tom."
His hips drove up into me as his hands squeezed my ass, pulling me down onto his length. "Come for me, Sara," he urged. "Let me feel it."
"I--"
The words caught in my throat as Tom's hips snapped up, driving his cock deep into my core. A strangled cry escaped my lips as pleasure rocketed through me, my body clenching tight around his shaft.
"That's it, baby," he growled, his eyes screwed shut as he thrust up sharply. "Come all over my cock."
His words sent me spiraling over the edge, and I cried out, my body shuddering as waves of bliss washed over me. I squeezed my eyes shut, my head tossing back as I reveled in the intense release.
Tom's hands gripped my hips tightly, guiding my movements as he rode out my orgasm, his cock buried deep inside me. I could feel his shaft twitching with each pulse, his breath ragged against my sweat-slicked skin.
I collapsed against him, my body boneless, but he wasn't done with me yet. He flipped us, pressing me into the mattress, his eyes burning with intense desire.
A thrill shot through me at the raw hunger I saw in his gaze, and I welcomed him as he thrust into me, his hips snapping forward, driving himself deep. A gasp escaped my lips at the new angle, my legs wrapping around his waist as he began to move, his cock stroking in and out in sharp, quick jabs.
"Fuck, you feel so damn good," he grunted, his eyes fixed on where our bodies joined. "Tight as hell."
I felt a surge of satisfaction at his words, enjoying the way he lost himself in the pleasure I was giving him. I ran my hands up and down his back, my nails scraping gently, relishing the feel of his muscular body moving against mine.
"Harder," I urged, my eyes flashing as I met his gaze. "Fuck me harder, Tom."
A wolfish grin split his face, and his hands gripped my thighs, spreading my legs wide as he pounded into me, his hips a blur. The bed creaked beneath us, the rhythmic slapping of our skin filling the room, mingling with our heavy breathing.
The force of his thrusts sent my breasts bouncing, my hair tumbling around my face. I moaned, my back arching as pleasure built again, a coiling tightness in my core that begged for release.
Tom's eyes never left mine, his jaw clenched as he gave me what I craved. "Like that?" he grunted, his voice hoarse.
"Yes," I hissed, my fingernails digging into his shoulders. "More."
He obliged, his hips snapping forward, his cock slamming into me. The force of his thrusts drove me up the bed, the headboard thumping against the wall with each powerful stroke.
"Tom, I--" I started, but my words were cut off as he curved his hips, finding that magic spot deep inside me. "Oh, God!"
"You like that, huh?" he growled, his eyes dark and hooded as he repeatedly rubbed that spot, sending sparks of pleasure through my body.
"Yes!" I cried, my hips bucking to meet his. "There! Right there!"
He kept at it, his hips moving in a steady rhythm, sending pleasure spiraling through me. "Come for me again, Sara," he urged, his voice gravelly. "Let me feel that tight pussy clench around my cock."
His words sent me spiraling over the edge, and I cried out, my body shuddering as another orgasm ripped through me. I could feel my pussy contracting around him, my juices coating his shaft, but he didn't slow down, his thrusts relentless.
"Damn, that's incredible," he muttered, his eyes screwed shut as he reveled in the sensations. "Your pussy milking my cock."
The filthy words sent a jolt through me, and I tightened my legs around his waist, urging him on. "Harder, Tom. Fuck me harder!"
Grunting, he reached between us, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing circles as he pounded into me. "You want more?" he growled, his hips snapping forward. "Take it, Sara. Take all of me."
I felt wild, my body on fire as I met his thrusts, our skin slapping together in a frenzied rhythm. "Yes!" I cried, my head tossing from side to side as pleasure built to an unbearable pitch. "Tom, don't stop!"
"Not a chance," he grunted, his breath coming in sharp bursts. "You feel too damn good."
His thumb never left my clit, circling and teasing as his cock slammed into me, his balls slapping against my sensitive flesh. The dual stimulation sent my body into overdrive, my orgasm building to an explosive peak.
"Oh, God, I'm close!" I wailed, my nails digging into his shoulders. "Tom, please!"
"Come for me, Sara," he urged, his hips snapping forward one last time as he buried himself deep. "Let go."
His words pushed me over the edge, and I shattered, my body convulsing as pleasure rushed through me in wave after wave. My pussy clenched and pulsed around his cock, milking him as he gave a victorious cry, his release flooding the condom.