She needed cock before sleep

In the dead of night, in a bedroom lit only by the soft glow of the moon, a young woman named Lily stirred restlessly in her bed. She tossed and turned, the sheets tangled around her naked body, damp with sweat. Sleep eluded her, her mind racing with thoughts that refused to quieten.

Lily was a vibrant 24-year-old, with fiery red hair that cascaded down her back in loose waves, and sparkling green eyes that seemed to change colour with her mood. She had a lean, toned figure, honed from years of yoga and pilates, and a penchant for wearing skimpy shorts and tight t-shirts that showcased her curves.

But tonight, Lily found herself in a state of agitation. She was uncharacteristically horny, her body aching for release. She had tried everything to distract herself – reading, watching TV, even meditating – but nothing seemed to work. The yearning inside her only grew stronger, like a hunger that couldn’t be satisfied.

As she lay there, frustration mounting, Lily’s hand slowly slid down her stomach, slipping between her thighs. She bit her lip, suppressing a soft moan as she began to stroke her aching clit, her fingers gliding easily through the slick folds of her pussy, which was already dripping with arousal. She closed her eyes, letting her imagination run wild as she touched herself.

Images flashed through her mind – a thick, throbbing cock slipping between her lips, the feeling of hot, wet skin against her own, the smell of sex and sweat filling her nostrils. She picked up the pace, rubbing herself harder and faster, her hips starting to rock with the motion. Her free hand came up to cup her breast, rolling the stiff nipple between her fingers.

Lost in a haze of pleasure, Lily didn’t hear the soft creak of the floorboards outside her room. If she had, she might have realised that she wasn’t alone. Her boyfriend, Jack, had returned home from a late night out with his mates, finding her door ajar. He stood frozen in the doorway, eyes glued to the lewd display before him.

Lily’s body was now arched off the bed, her hair spread out like a halo around her head, her face contorted in ecstasy. Her pussy was glistening, her juices coating her thighs as she plunged two fingers deep inside herself, imaging it was a rock-hard cock pumping in and out of her eager hole.

Jack watched, transfixed, as she brought herself closer and closer to the edge. He felt his own cock grow stiff in his jeans, straining against the fabric. Without thinking, he stepped into the room, closing the door softly behind him.

Lily’s eyes flew open, a scream catching in her throat as she saw Jack standing there. But the scream turned into a gasp as pleasure coursed through her, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. She continued to finger-fuck herself, milking every last drop of her pleasure, her body shaking with the intensity of it.

As the waves of ecstasy began to subside, Lily looked up at Jack, a wicked grin spreading across her face. She withdrew her fingers from her pussy, bringing them to her lips and sucking off her juices. Jack groaned, reaching down to unzip his jeans, freeing his huge, rock-solid cock.

Lily licked her lips as she watched him stroke himself, his hand moving up and down his long shaft. “Come here and give it to me, Jack,” she panted, her voice low and needy. “I need that big, fat cock inside me.”

Jack didn’t need to be told twice. He strode over to the bed, climbing on top of her and positioning his cock at her entrance. With one swift thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, a guttural moan escaping his lips as her tight, wet heat engulfed him.

Lily wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper, her nails raking down his back. “Fuck me hard,” she demanded, her voice breathy. “Don’t hold back.”

Jack obliged, pulling out slowly before slamming back into her, setting a fast, hard pace. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, along with their moans and groans of pleasure. Lily could feel another orgasm building, her walls clenching around Jack’s cock.

“Don’t stop,” she moaned, tossing her head back. “I’m gonna…I’m…I’m coming!”

Jack pounded into her harder, feeling her pussy spasming around him, milking his cock for all it was worth. With a final thrust, he cried out, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his hot, thick cum.

They collapsed together, a tangle of arms and legs, chests heaving as they caught their breath. Jack rolled off her, pulling her close, their sweat-slicked bodies pressed together.

“That was…incredible,” Lily panted, her voice trembling slightly. “I don’t know what came over me tonight. I just needed to be fucked so badly.”

Jack chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I’m just glad I could help you out,” he teased. “And who knows? Maybe next time, we’ll get even kinkier.”

Lily smirked up at him, her eyes glittering with mischief. “Oh, I like the sound of that,” she purred, reaching down to stroke his half-hard cock. “But for now, I think I’m ready for some sleep. My pussy is thoroughly satisfied.”

As they drifted off together, spooned against each other, Lily couldn’t help but think that her awakening was just the beginning. There was so much more she wanted to explore, so many new experiences she longed to have. And with Jack by her side, she knew that anything was possible.

In the morning, as the sun streamed in through the curtains, Lily stretched languidly, her body still tingling with the memory of their passionate encounter. She turned to face Jack, pressing her naked body against his.

“Good morning,” she murmured, running a finger down his chest. “I’m thinking we skip breakfast and go straight for seconds.”

Jack grinned, pulling her into a deep, passionate kiss. “I thought you’d never ask,” he growled, flipping her onto her back and spreading her legs wide.

And so, as the world outside their window continued on as normal, Lily and Jack lost themselves in each other once again, their moans and cries of pleasure filling the room, a testament to their unquenchable desire for one another.