He was late. It was 5:08 and he was late. I told him 4:30.
I admit. I am nervous... But you would be too if you set up a sex date with someone from an online dating site.
I had no idea what he sounded like or what he looked like. All I knew was his name. Max. And for all I know he could be lying.
5:5O the doorbell rang. I got up and went to the door. When I opened it there was a man, standing at around 6 feet. A good head taller than me. His hair was jet-black and short. He looked tired and had a black eye. A few scratches and bruises were on his face and arms.
"Hey... Sorry I'm late... I had a run-on with some dudes I haven't been on nice grounds with..."
He held out his bruised hand, it looked twisted and appeared to be broken.
I refused the hand. He looked at me and almost started crying.
"Look, I may not be on time... But that doesn't mean you have to fucking refuse me altogether!"
I frowned. "I'm not. I just don't want to cause you any pain. Your hand looks broken, and the rest of your body doesn't look too good either. Come in."
He stepped over the threshold and stared at me.
"Thanks"
"Don't mention it."
A couple hours later after a hospital visit it was assured the hand was only severely bruised, and after a shower I allowed him to sit on my couch. His clothes were drying so he was only wearing a towel.
"So..." He scratched the back of his head, and then smiled at me.
I cursed under my breath. He was so annoying, but so hot.
"So... Lilly. Is that right?"
A nod.
"Good. I'm always so bad at names."
He was gabbing on and his towel fell past his shoulders, this allowed me to see beautifully muscular shoulders and not a six-pack... but a fucking eight-pack that I wasn't expecting. He didn't bother to pull the towel up.
I smiled and appreciated his character. He was so talkative and I was sure his dick matched the size of his mouth.
"So what are we going to do now?" He joked. "I mean, I could go home..."
I shook my head. "Oh no please stay." I heard an overwhelming tone of urgency in my voice.
He laughed, it was much deeper than I had expected. "I won't leave. But I was wondering if we could begin with what I originally came here to do."
"And what is that?"
He smiled and I thought I heard him curse. "I want to fuck you Lilly. I wanna fuck you hard."
There was a sense of want and anger in his voice, but that didn't stop me from laughing.
"What?" He frowned.
"Nothing, nothing." I put my hand on his thigh, very close to where he wanted me to handle. I felt him shudder underneath my hand. "Follow me."
I walked into my bedroom and he followed almost on my heels. He wanted to fuck me almost as much as I wanted to fuck him.
I led him to the bed and took off my tight, short skirt. He lifted up my shirt while I smiled.
He quickly unhooked my bra and my small breasts didn't seem to phase him. He gently picked me up and lay me back-down on the bed. His fingers touched me through my panties and I suddenly got very wet. He wanted me, bad. I could feel the want bursting from his core.
"I fucking can't control myself much longer... This might not have been such a good idea..."
I shuddered. "Nonsense. Keep going, it feels wonderful."
"Okay... But I might have to leave soon, I don't want to hurt you."
He kissed his way down to my pelvis and started to remove my underwear.
"Oh fuck."
He had started to lick my hood, and I fucking loved it. This wasn't my first time and I was 99% sure it wasn't his first either. He was pinching my breasts and it was starting to get really hot in the room.
The heat coming off of his body was overwhelming. I had to get away. "Max?"
"Yeah?"
I looked at his eyes. They were red.
"Max... Your eyes..."
He blinked. "What about them?"
"They're red."
He growled. "Fuck. I have to go now."
I shook my head. "No... please stay?"
He growled again, louder this time. "You don't understand how much I could hurt you. I could tear you to shreds."
"Max please... Let's take a cold bath. I'm sure it'll cool you down. If it doesn't work then you can leave, kay?"
Another nod.