At first all I knew was his cock. He moved in my cunt like he knew it, working back and forth with a steadiness that confused me. Did I know him? I couldn’t see a thing. In moments, I realized that my eyes were covered in something flimsy. I could make out vague shapes, but nothing coherent. I realized that I wasn’t at home.
I strained to remember. Where had I been last night? What the fuck was going on?
“You’re not paying attention,” he said, and covered my mouth with his. No, not kissing me, but cutting off air. The hand that had been on my mouth moved to my nose. His lips sealed against mine. I panicked and tried to protest, breaking the seal as I did. My breathing came in ragged gasps. He laughed.
“I’ll have to remember that,” he said. “Now, hold still.”
He lifted my hips and drove his cock in. Deliberately, raking the top of my cunt, then pulling back and pounding me hard. No sound now but the wet slap of skin. Nothing to do but give in.
