“I want to fuck you until you can’t walk anymore,’ he’d said, and as I lay in bed, exhausted, I knew he’d reached his goal.

I’d just walked in the door when he’d pulled me to him and attacked my lips with his own, his tongue delving into my mouth, exploring every inch. From there, it had been straight to the bedroom. He’d hoisted me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and raced upstairs, silencing me with light whacks on my ass when I asked what had gotten into him.

Jay had been especially horny lately, but this was beyond what I’d ever expected from him. But I liked his aggressive side, and every time he smacked my butt I felt my pussy twitch, the warmth from his hand spreading throughout my entire body.

When we reached the bedroom, he tossed me onto the bed, then crawled over me, pulling off articles of clothing as he went. First my skirt was tugged down my legs, and I was sure it would be ripped when I found it later, since he hadn’t bothered to unzip it. Then my shirt was torn open, the buttons slipping forcefully through their holes or else flying off and scattering around the room. Finally he made quick work of my bra and panties before getting naked himself.

As soon as he was stripped bare, he was back on top of me, his body pressing into mine. He kissed and licked his way down my body until he reached my cunt. I was already moist when he got there, and he moaned when he saw the dew clinging to my pussy lips.

He teased my slit with his broad tongue, and when he pulled his head back up to tell me how tasty I was, his face was slick with my juice. Then he dove back in, his tongue thrusting into my pussy like a tiny dick. It felt like heaven, and I moaned loudly in appreciation. When he added a finger, I lost it and mumbled incoherent nonsense, my orgasm clouding my brain. I’d never come so quickly, and I was in awe of his sudden ability to make me climax with so little foreplay.

Then he kissed his way back up my body, and when he reached my lips, I hungrily kissed him, loving the taste of myself on his tongue. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever experienced, and I held his head to mine, making it last.

A moment later I felt his rock-hard dick bumping against my slit, and I got even more excited at the prospect of a good fucking. Holding himself up on his arms, he wiggled into place and started to penetrate me. It took him a few thrusts to get all the way inside, but as soon as he was, he paused a moment to give me time to get comfortable with his size. Then he thrust into me, slowly at first, easing his dick out until only the very tip was still between my lips, before pushing back in just as slowly. He increased his speed every few thrusts, and before long he was humping furiously, his cock moving only an inch or two with each thrust.

I began to buck against him, my hips lifting off the bed, our bodies slapping together loudly as we both moved wildly. Lovemaking with Jay was usually much calmer, much gentler, and this new rough side of him was turning me on immensely. Every time he grunted instead of whispered, banged into me instead of glided, kissed me hard instead of soft, it got my juices flowing even more. I could feel myself getting closer to the edge. After a few more hard thrusts, my pussy started to throb. I came harder than ever before, and I swear it felt like fireworks going off inside me as a series of orgasms rippled through my body.

A minute later, Jay was coming, too. He pumped faster before shooting his load, filling my pussy. He didn’t stop thrusting until he’d emptied his balls and was completely spent. Then he rolled off me, lay down on the bed, and pulled me against his chest.

I don’t know what got into Jay that day, or why he chose that particular Friday to ravage me, but I don’t really care. All I know is that he’s been insatiable ever since — and so have I!