The sultry air was sticky with the sweet scent of blooming jasmine. The humidity clung to my skin like a second layer of clothing as I stepped into the quiet hallway of the apartment complex. The soft padding of my flip-flops echoed against the cool tiles as I headed to the door of my friend’s place. Tricia was visiting family for the weekend, so I was stopping by to feed her cat.

As I fished Tricia’s keys out of my purse, a male voice called out from behind me, “Hey, Katie. How’s it going?”

It was Tricia’s hunky neighbor, Ben, who was leaning against his doorframe in a well-worn T-shirt and cargo shorts. He was all muscle — and all man. And I’d always thought he was hot.

Slipping the key into the lock, I tried to sound casual as I replied, “Not too shabby.”

With a wink, I added, “Just here to make sure Mr. Fluffy Pants doesn’t eat the curtains.”

I pushed open the door. In my friend’s cozy and familiar living room, Mr. Fluffy Pants meowed an exceptionally loud hello from the arm of the couch. Ben chuckled at the sound.

I gave the friendly cat’s head a good scritch. But before I closed the door behind me, Ben called out, “I’ve got a bottle of wine that’s just begging for company.” I turned toward him and saw a tempting hint of mischief in his eyes. “Why don’t you come over after you’re done?”

“All right,” I finally said, my voice a little too eager. “But just one glass, I’ve got to drive home.”

Ben’s smile widened, revealing adorable dimples in his cheeks.

“One glass,” he repeated, then teasingly added, “Unless you’d like to spend the night.”

I laughed flirtatiously, but his comment sent a shot of arousal straight to my cunt.

“Be over soon,” I promised.

Inside the apartment, I found Mr. Fluffy Pants lounging on his bed, a picture of feline indifference. I filled his bowl with food, freshened his water and left.

Ben’s door was unlocked for me. The wine was already uncorked and breathing on the coffee table. His living room was simple but tasteful. There were a few pieces of art adorning the walls and a collection of vinyl records in one bookcase.

When he handed me a glass, our fingers brushed, and that teasing touch thrilled me.

I took a sip, the liquid rolling over my tongue and down my throat. It was a rich, full-bodied red that seemed to whisper of dark secrets and passionate nights.

As we made small talk, I noticed Ben’s gaze kept drifting down to my tits and legs, and I felt a warmth spread through me. My sundress left a good amount of my cleavage exposed, and I knew my high hemline perfectly showcased my shapely pins. 

I had set down my glass on a table, but when I leaned over to pick it up, my breasts brushed against Ben’s arm. His eyes locked onto mine, and I saw the animalistic hunger in them.

He took a step closer, and suddenly, conversation didn’t seem to matter anymore. Our lips met in a kiss that was both fiery and tender. His hands slid around my waist, pulling me into his arms as our tongues danced.

The room spun around us, and all I could focus on was the feeling of his body against mine. His hands roamed over my curves, leaving a trail of heat wherever they touched.

Meanwhile, my hands found their way under his shirt, feeling the firm planes of his chest. His coarse chest hair scratched against my palms, and the sensation only made me want him more.

With a growl, Ben lifted me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He carried me to the couch, laying me down gently. His mouth trailed along my neck, depositing a line of kisses that made me shiver.

My hands fumbled with the button on his shorts, so he took over, pulling them down with a swiftness that was almost comical in its urgency. His cock sprang free — thick, hard and tempting.

As I stared at his exposed prick, Ben took my hand, guiding it to his rod. I closed my fist around his steely shaft, and I felt the pulse of his desire.

I stroked his erection leisurely, while carefully monitoring his reaction. His pupils seemed dilated, his breath ragged. He was on the verge of becoming a feral sex machine. I’d never seen anything hotter.

Ben boldly grabbed the hem of my sundress and yanked it over my head. I laughed breathlessly, feeling a thrill of exhibitionism. He took a moment to drink in the sight of my lingerie-clad body. Then he pounced, kissing me again and manhandling my tits through my delicate bra.

His thumbs flicked my nipples, teasing the sensitive peaks through the fabric. My nips stiffened, and I gasped into his mouth. A subtle ache began to radiate in my pussy, and my panties were definitely damp.

Ben worked his way down my body, his mouth moving to my breasts. His teeth grazed my nipples through the bra, sending a jolt of pleasure through me.

I moaned, my hands tangling in his hair as he unhooked my bra and took a nipple between his lips. The wetness of his tongue against my skin made me squirm. 

My cunt — and undies — felt positively soaked by that point, and I felt the heat and hardness of his erect cock pressing against my thigh. He slid my panties down my legs, and cool air kissed my fevered skin.

Ben hovered over me, and I felt his dick nudging my entrance. I was wet and ready for him, and with one hard thrust, he was balls-deep inside me. His cock stretched my cunt in the most delicious way.

My sexy stud began to pump in and out of me. Our coupling was raw and primal, and I felt every inch of his rod with each inward stroke. He picked up the pace, my pussy clenching around his shaft. The friction was exquisite, sending waves of pleasure radiating through me.

One of his hands clutched my hip, as if pinning me to the squeaking couch cushions. The move spoke of possessiveness and power, and my cunt creamed even more for him.

Ben’s cock was hitting all of the perfect places inside me, and I was a quivering mess as I surrendered to his beautifully brutal fucking. I spread my legs as wide as I could and relaxed my muscles; I didn’t want to impede him in any way. I wanted him to royally ream my cunt.

Normally, I don’t come from fucking alone, but the way his body smacked against mine — and the way his hard-on hammered my pussy — was just right. It was a perfect storm of sensations that soon sent me spiraling into a spectacular orgasmic meltdown.

I moaned and shouted as he took control and carried me, heart and soul, into another realm of satisfaction.

I was breathless as I rode the bountiful waves of bliss, and my cunt contracted wildly around his cock as if it were on a mission to massage his member to release every drop of jizz.

And that’s exactly what happened.

Our cries of pleasure melded together. My orgasm gently receded, and the pulsing of my pussy quieted at the same time Ben roared with ecstasy. I felt the first spurt of his come shoot inside me a heartbeat after my last climactic quiver. It was like we were sharing the same life-giving breath.

Still, the rhythm of Ben’s pistoning hips kicked up a notch. With a final, guttural groan, he jammed himself deep and spilled the rest of his load inside me.

We lay there, tangled together, the only sounds our heavy breathing and the thundering of our hearts. His strong arms felt like steel bands protectively wrapped around me.

“Well, I guess I don’t need to go home right away, after all,” I said.

“Good, because I was hoping to spend some extra time with you,” he replied. “Some extra naked time.”

We rested and joked around for a bit while lying on the couch. But before long, I noticed his cock rising to the occasion again.

“You bring out the best in me,” he teased.

With a seductive smile, I began kissing my way down Ben’s muscular body. His revived cock was nearly fully hard again, and I took it in my mouth.

As I bobbed my head, swallowing him deep into my throat, I felt a thrill of power. This man was putty in my hands, and I liked it.

As I sucked Ben off, he murmured sweet nothings that were anything but.

His rod gradually grew harder and bigger, and soon he was fully erect again. His hips bucked up to meet my hungry mouth.

“You’re going to make me come again, Katie,” he groaned.

Of course, I was. That was the point!

With renewed enthusiasm, I repeatedly deep-throated him. Upon each upward pull, I swirled my tongue around his cockhead, and my cheeks hollowed out as I sucked his crown with all my might.

I picked up the pace, cupping his balls and gently stroking them as I worked his cock.

Ben’s moans grew louder, and he began to thrash beneath me. He gasped my name, and with one final, desperate push into my mouth, he erupted.

I swallowed everything he had to give, feeling triumphant and satisfied. I sat back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand and asked, “How was that?”

“Perfect,” he said, looking exhausted. “But I can’t wait to fuck your pussy again. That’s one kitty that needs some extra-special attention.”

My brand-new lover would get no argument from me. The rest of the night was a whirlwind of passionate moments. As the wine vanished, so did all of our inhibitions. We explored every inch of each other’s body, and by the time dawn crept through the windows, we were totally spent — but utterly content.

That Ben — he’s the cat’s meow.