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You tried your hardest not to breathe as you worked on the locked doorknob to apartment 252. As far as lock picking goes, you had been doing that since you were a teenager on lesser doors than the ones in the frames at this shit-ass apartment complex. Breaking and entering was par for the course for your evening activities, and tonight felt no different.
This unit you were working on was a few doors down from your own. The man who lived here had always intrigued you. You spotted him occasionally around the complex, always with his head down. Hood up, walking with a purpose, never offering so much as a nod. But you knew that you had felt the sensation of his eyes on you before, just couldn’t prove it..
The lock surrendered with a soft click and you pushed the door open slowly. Light from the hallway spilled onto the floor as you slunk in. It took a moment for your eyes to adjust to the space that lay in total darkness aside from a sliver of streetlight coming in from behind the curtains.
What were you looking for? Whatever you could find. You were sly, a fox, a thief. You loved the rush of being somewhere that you weren’t supposed to be. And you had never been caught so perhaps that had gone to your head. Besides, you liked to think that you only took what people wouldn’t miss. Small things, inconsequential trophies, just something to remember that you had once been there.
No sooner had you taken a few tentative tiptoed steps inside, you heard a low voice. “There s’mthn I can help you with?”
You gasped and stilled, as if that would aid you in becoming invisible. There was no believable answer to the question he had asked of you. You simply weren’t prepared for a confrontation. And you hadn’t just gone into this blind, you swore that you had heard the door to his place close and heavy footfalls retreat shortly before you began your work on his doorknob. Leave it to you to get caught up for the first time steps away from your own home.
“No, sir,” you breathed, deciding to go with the honest answer for what it was worth.
Silence followed. You didn’t move an inch.
You heard a heavy sigh and measured footsteps moving toward you. In the filtered streetlight you could see his broad frame as it was just barely illuminated from behind. Your breath picked up as he moved closer, panic starting to set in.
You had only prepared for a scenario like this by carrying a knife in your pocket. Against a man of his stature, you weren’t sure what the blade would do for you now. You reached for it anyway, but before you could pull it out you felt a large hand wrap firmly around your wrist.
“Ain’ no need for that. Now I’m gonna ask you again, what are you doin’?” that same deep, gravelly voice now came from a space much closer to your face.
“I—”, you started, “I don’t know.”
You’re not sure if you heard it right, but you swear you heard a small release of air from the man’s nose. Almost like he was amused at the situation before him.
“See, I think you do.” A statement he made in confidence. “Don’ act like we haven’t seen each other around.”
He was so close to you now that you could feel his breath on your face as he spoke. You were intensely aware of his hand still wrapped around your wrist. As if he could read your mind, his fingers flexed around you.
“Maybe so,” you acquiesced. “Didn’t know this was your apartment, though.”
A real laugh from him this time, or maybe more of scoff. “Now you’n I both know that’s bullshit, darlin’.”
“Sometimes I just like to see what I can find.” You almost whisper, once again not bothering with a lie. You don’t doubt he’d see through it anyway.
“Hm. N’what are you going to do now that you’ve found me?” He poses this question almost playfully, but there’s still an edge to his voice.
You finally slip your wrist out of his grip and he doesn’t resist. You move your hand up to touch his chest and you hear his breath catch as your fingers make contact. The cotton of his shirt is soft but what’s underneath is hard as steel. It’s like a curtain draped over a brick wall.
You feel his hand come to rest on your hip, his light touch tingling your skin even through your clothes.
Something in the air has changed and you are aware of your heartbeat picking up pace. You don’t know if it’s fear or excitement or lust but you won’t deny it feels damn good.
“Depends on what you like. Your house, your rules…,” you tried to be cheeky but trailed off, realizing you didn’t know his name.
“Frank.” He gave you his name and nothing more. But an offering, still it was.
In an act of boldness, your hand trailed down to the hem of his shirt and you began to tug upwards. He lifted his arms up and helped you remove the layer.
He stepped closer to you and you felt his breath on your neck. A ghost of a whisper in your ear said, “I think you knew what you wanted n’you came to get it.”
Your body erupted into chills as you felt his lips on your neck, kissing at first then devolving into light sucking. You didn’t notice he was slowly walking you backward until you felt your lower back make contact with his kitchen counter. His knee slid in between your legs, gently pushing you apart.
You felt dizzy, surprised and unprepared but pleasantly so. Never once did you stop to consider that you might find more than you bargained for tonight.
Frank kisses up your neck and suddenly his mouth is on yours. It’s slow and testing at first but you can tell he’s hungry for more and you don’t put up any resistance. In a matter of moments, he is kissing you fully and completely almost like trying to devour you. You can’t see much in the dark but you’re able to map out the shape of his mouth with your own.
He pulls away from you. “Tell me this is what you wanted,” he says.
“I want this,” you repeat, trying to catch your breath. “I want you.”
And that was good enough for him. With no effort at all, he hoists you up onto the counter. His lips go back to yours and his hands find the bottom of your shirt. He pulls it up and over and you’re left in your bra before you feel large hands trail up your back to unclasp it. It falls, discarded onto his kitchen floor.
You know he can’t see you fully aside from what scattered light the streetlamps provide, but you still feel his burning gaze on your exposed torso.
“Fuckin’ gorgeous,” he muses, before leaning back into you. His bare chest makes contact with your own and there isn’t any part of him that could be considered soft. Your nipples pebble as they brush up against his skin.
Your fingers find the button on his pants and he groans into your kiss. You quickly pull them open and push them down his thighs. From the way his boxers are tented, you can tell he’s packing something impressive.
“Move back,” you instruct, hopping down from your perch on the counter. He does as he’s told and steps back, giving you space for your knees to hit the floor. You look up at him and can barely make out his facial features in the dark room but you think you see the ghost of a smirk.
Reaching up, you find the hem of his boxers and pull down. Your mouth waters at the sight revealed to you. His cock is heavy and the tip is already leaking. He needed this. Without hesitation, you take him into your mouth. The taste is incredible and you let out a small moan around him.
You hear him make a satisfied sound, somewhere between a hum and a sigh. That same large hand that first held your wrist captive comes up to thread into your hair. There’s a tentative tug and your mouth slides slightly back and forth.
The feeling of his tip nudging at the back of your throat is delicious, and you try to focus on breathing shallowly around him. You look up through lashes, mildly disappointed in the lack of visibility. Your favorite part about sucking cock is the eye contact.
Although, you don’t need to see his pleasure to know that he’s enjoying himself. His thick cock twitches on your tongue as you continue, your nose now buried in his groin. It takes effort on your part to receive all of him, tears and spit trailing down your face. A stifled gag every now and then tells him what he already knew - you aren’t one to back down from a challenge.
His free hand comes up to graze one of your nipples. He pinches it between large fingers, twisting slightly. Just enough to tease and you can feel wetness seeping out of you as your cunt squeezes itself together, searching for some source of friction.
You bring a hand up to massage his balls and you feel him stiffen slightly.
“Nuh uh, girl,” he murmurs roughly. So much for that.
Suddenly you’re hauled up and spun around, your chest hitting the counter and your back flushed to his. You feel the hot length of him pressed up against your ass and your mouth waters again at the thought of letting him inside.
He hooks a thumb around your leggings and pulls them down roughly. They’re one of your tightest pairs so they put up some resistance at being rolled swiftly down your ass. They make it to the middle of your thighs, still tight enough to squeeze your legs together but the forced clench is a welcome sensation. He huffs in annoyance at your attire and you grind back into him.
His left hand slides up your stomach to cup your breast and his right pushes between your legs from behind. Two fingers swipe over the lace fabric barely containing your already soaking core and he makes a low sound, akin to a growl.
“Already soaked for me, n’we ain’t even got going good.” He pulls your panties to the side and slides his middle finger up and down through your heat.
You let out a whimper at the thickness of just one of his fingers. Then you feel him add his pointer finger and the girth of those two alone is wide enough to cover your whole pussy as he continues to rub. His digits come to rest on your clit and he makes calculated, agonizing circles with the perfect amount of pressure.
You want to cry at the sensation of him taking his time with you, and attempt to reach between your legs for his hand to increase his speed.
“Don’t be greedy, baby,” Frank says as he swats your hand away. “My house, my rules, remember?”
You scoff lightly at his use of your own words against you, but your annoyance gives way to surprise when he slides that same ring finger inside of you. You feel your cunt instantly clamp around it and you can tell by the way his cock twitches at your ass that you gave him exactly what he was looking for.
He drags the finger back out of you and you whimper at the empty feeling between your legs, but it’s only for a moment and then he slides back in with two fingers. And god, they’re thick. Almost feels like some of the lesser cocks you’ve taken in the past. You’re full up already and he’s barely started.
The fingers inside you crook up in a U motion as he begins to pump them in and out. The pressure intensifies with every pass and you feel him nudging the deepest spot inside of you, each return igniting your core that much more. Open mouthed, you moan into the night as he continues to work your pussy expertly.
“M-More,” you whine as you fuck yourself back on his hand.
“Damn, girl. What’chu want, the whole hand?” He chuckles darkly but adds another finger to the mix. You can feel your cunt clenching so tight around him, it’s a wonder that he’s still able to slide in and out. The obscene squelching sound informs you that you’re wetter than you’ve ever been, and at the hands of a stranger no less.
It’s almost too much, and you feel an orgasm bubbling up quickly. You reach down to rub your clit, needing more friction, and he catches your hand. You half expect him to stop you, but his hand envelopes your own and he works in tandem with you to circle your sensitive flesh. It’s just the right amount of stimulation and you almost can’t bear it.
His mouth is on your neck again as he mumbles against you, “I’ve got you, sweetheart. Come on. Soak my fingers for me.”
It’s like a dam breaking as you cum on his hand, juices dripping down his wrist, down your trembling thighs, soaking your leggings beneath you. You cry out, and he leans forward and captures your mouth with his. He swallows the desperate sounds coming from you, and only pulls away when your cries turn into breathy mewls.
“Attagirl,” he praises you in his gravel voice, and you almost cum again right there.
His fingers slip from inside you and he brings them up to his mouth. He opens up to accommodate all three, swirling his tongue around and licking them clean of your juices.
“Sweetest thing I’ve tasted, just like I knew you would be.” He licks his lips as the fingers exit his mouth. You blush at the obscenity of it all, suddenly grateful that he can’t see it creeping up your neck in the dark.
Frank’s cock rubs at your rear, harder than you’ve felt it all night. Probably bordering on painful for him, but he doesn’t let on. You had almost forgot that he hasn’t even fucked you proper yet.
“Please, Frank,” you manage to get out. “Need more.”
“Sweet, hungry girl still isn’t satisfied?” He questions, although you both know it could never end here. On cue, he hoists you up and walks you through the dark to deposit you on his couch. In this brief position, you can feel his cock pushing at your core while he walks with you.
Once you’re lying on your back on his couch, his weight comes down on top of you. Not enough to crush you completely, just enough to serve as a reminder of how big he is.
He sits up on his knees briefly to work your damp leggings off so that you have full range of motion for your legs. In the same second, he swiftly pulls your cold, soaked panties off. You don’t miss the motion of him stowing them away in the pocket of the pants still hanging low on his thighs.
Bending down, he kisses the inside of your right thigh before licking an unhurried stripe up the entirety of your cunt. Not sure why it didn’t occur to you that his tongue would also be huge.
You jump in surprise and attempt to push his head away, but he stays firm in place. His breath comes out hot on your center as he looks up at you through another lick of his lips. “You think I wasn’t going to get it straight from the source?”
This is the first time that you can really see his eyes illuminated by the streetlight and they’re darker than the night surrounding you in the apartment. He looks hungrier than you’ve ever seen any man before. If you weren’t so turned on, it might have scared you.
Before you have time to respond, he dives back in. His mouth engulfs your little pussy in one go and he sucks your entire clit into his mouth. You can feel his tongue swirling at an agonizing speed, and your fingers thread into his hair. You pull lightly and he groans - the sound vibrates every nerve between your legs creating a delicious tingling sensation.
“You gotta come again for me so I can taste you, baby,” Frank says into you, voice strained almost like a beg. “Need you to do it, you hear me?”
His tongue pushes into your hole ever so slightly and you feel yourself teetering on the edge of intense pleasure once again. His hands trail up your stomach to massage your breasts, although it’s less of a massage and more of a vice grip. He squeezes your nipples tightly between his large fingers and it sends you over the edge again.
“Fuuuuck, Frank,” you moan out as you feel yourself come directly onto his tongue. It’s such a powerful release and you can feel tears welling up in your eyes at the intensity. He laps at the liquid squirting out of you like he’s a man parched.
“Oh, ohh, you’re doing so good for me. C’mon let it all out on my tongue,” one of his giant hands rests on your stomach now as he offers praises through a swallow of your wetness. You don’t think you’ve ever squirted directly into a man’s face before, and it’s absolutely filthy but you’ve never been more turned on in your life.
He continues licking into you and you’re almost sobbing now, partly from your earlier release and also from the overstimulation of your sensitive clit. You attempt to push him off of you for a second time, and this time he mercifully relents.
His body moves slowly up yours and you feel his cock brush your thigh. He’s been such a patient man, you’re almost scared of how powerful he’ll be when he finally gets inside of you. He nudges into your neck to suck at the skin of your throat again and the lower half of his face is soaking wet.
You reach down between your bodies to wrap your hand around the length of his cock. At your touch, Frank lets out a hiss of air between his teeth and bucks his hips up, fucking your fist for one, two strokes.
You have no other thoughts but the overwhelming need to be full to the brim with him, and he seems to understand. His hand replaces yours around his shaft and he lines himself up with your needy, twitching opening.
There’s a gasp from you as you feel the tip of him nudge at your entrance.
Frank chuckles. “You can take it, girl. Don’t be actin’ shy like you didn’t break and enter just to get that pussy stuffed by me.”
You whimper as he pushes in slowly, although you almost wish he wouldn’t. Rewind to before when you thought three of his fingers was almost too much to take, turns out even that wasn’t enough to prepare you. Good thing your cunt is soaked through from previous orgasms - wetness all the way down through your cheeks to your asshole - so at least there were no worries about lubrication.
The slow drag of his cock as he seats himself fully into you is a new type of pleasure that’s almost unbearable. You wish he would just rip the proverbial bandaid off and thrust up to the hilt, but he’s not that type of man. It’s apparent that his virtue of self-control permeates even his sex life.
He stills for a moment once his pelvis reaches yours and you understand he’s giving you time to adjust but you whine at the lack of friction anyway.
He leans down so that his face is pressed to the side of yours. “Please,” you whisper into the darkness beside his ear.
“Mmm, please what? Tell me what it is you’re beggin’ for.” He breathes the command into your ear.
“Just fuck me, Frank. Please,” you plead, unsure how much more prolonged pleasure your body will be able to take.
With a growl, he pulls entirely out of you and snaps his hips forward again, pushing right up against your cervix. You yelp, surprised at the sudden force he exerts on you. Not that it’s unwelcome, by any means.
He continues to thrust into you and the quiet apartment fills with the sound of skin slapping skin and the uncalculated, wanton noises he’s pulling from you.
“Yeah, that’s it. Keep makin’ those perfect sounds while I fuck this pretty pussy, baby. Need to hear how good you’re taking it,” he grinds out.
You try to respond, but you know it’s just cock-drunk babble as he continues his pace.
His hands are on either side of your head and your arms wrapped around his strong shoulders, hands trailing down his knotted, muscular back. Your legs wrap around his waist, opening yourself wider for him to fuck into.
“Knew you’d feel like heaven girl, had your cunt crying for me,” he speaks into your hair as he lowers his head down.
His lewd affirmations are bringing you closer to your third orgasm of the night and you can tell by his ragged breath that he’s not far behind. Your core clenches around him and you barely find it in you to utter the words, “I’m cumming,” before your pussy clamps down like a vice grip around him.
“Yesss, so fuckin’ good, come all over this cock baby, make a mess for me,” he offers continuous praise as your vision goes white from your climax. You feel yourself gush around his cock, your liquids soaking his pubes and dripping down his balls and the sensation causes him to let out the loudest sound you’ve heard from him so far. Somewhere between a moan and a grunt, he cries out.
It takes everything in him to pull out seconds before he aims his cock and decorates your stomach with thick, warm ropes of milky white. Both of your chests heave as he paints you in the pulses of his cum. You look up at his face in the streetlight, his jaw falls slack and his panting slowly subsides.
Once he’s done dripping onto you, he sits back on his knees and inspects you perhaps for the first time all night. His eyes rove from your pussy up your chest and finally to your eyes. You can see he looks exhausted, but from more than just the night’s activities. This is the kind of exhaustion that settles into your bones.
As his cum cools on your stomach, he pushes off the couch and disappears into the darkness of the apartment. He comes back momentarily with his pants pulled back up, although still unbuttoned, and a towel in his hand which he extends to you unceremoniously.
“Bathroom’s that way if’ya wanna use it,” he points in the general direction of somewhere behind the couch.
Not wanting to explore the man’s space more than you already had - which is real funny considering how the night began - you wipe yourself off and toss the towel aside. While you do that, he has already collected your strewn clothes off the floor and deposited them in a heap beside you on the couch.
Thankful for the dim lighting, you get up and awkwardly re-dress in your still-damp and now wrinkled clothing. He stands watching you, saying nothing but his gaze is almost something tangible. After everything he’s seen and done to you tonight, it shouldn’t make you nervous. But still.
You swallow thickly, “Yeah, uh, that was..”
“Unexpected,” he offers, an audible smirk in his voice.
You laugh lightly and make your way toward the door, feeling that any purpose you had here has been more than served.
Frank strides ahead of you and opens the door slightly, light spilling back in from the hallway onto his face. You turn to him as if to say something final to round out the night, but you’re not sure what it would be. Super cool of you to not kill me after I broke into your apartment? Thanks for fucking me within an inch of my life?
You settle on, “See you around, Frank.”
“Go on, girl,” he nudges you lightly toward the door in the direction of your own apartment. “You know where to find me.”