The Endless Torture.

Disclaimer ; I own nothing, work of fiction, never happened sadly


I saw you there across the bar. I've been watching you for some time now, though you never took notice. You were memorizing, the way your hair was perfect, how low your jeans hung to your hips, showing off the little hair that graced your lower abdominal. No you didn't notice me, but I was going to change that. I need you, I need to feel my cock around your tight ass. I strayed over to you, you just looked up and smiled, those hazel eyes piercing into my own Hazel ones. I couldn't turn away.

I asked to buy you a drink, of course you accepted. I sat down across from you taking every inch of you in. You were perfect. As time passed and the drinks came, I could tell you had more then you could handle. I whispered low and slowly in your ear if you wanted to go back to your place. Not being in your right mind said yes. I helped you there as you gave me the directions and the key to unlock the door. As soon as we stepped inside I couldn't control myself, I had to have you, you where going to be mine tonight. I pushed you up against the door, closing it as I attacked your mouth, you didn't hesitate to welcome my warm tongue.

I slowly kissed my way to your jaw line then your neck biting and nipping, leaving marks, my marks. I wanted you to know you were mine tonight. I bit harder drawing blood, I could taste it. I unbuckled your belt and slowly tugged down the zipper, ever so lightly gracing my fingers on your hard-on. I could hear you whimper. I told you to turn around, you did of course. My fingers slowly danced along your back, I wanted to make you wait as long as you did me. I tugged down your jeans and boxers not wasting anytime. I kissed the back of your neck down to your shoulder and back. I couldn't wait anymore, I needed it. I undid my belt & unzipped my pants pulling them down. I knew you would be mine tonight so I didn't bother with under shorts. I wanted to make you suffer, I wanted you to enjoy it and beg for more, yet scream to stop.I held my hand to your mouth and told you to spit, then I lubed myself up.

With out warning I rammed into your tight ass as you screamed in pain. I waited until I thought it was right to move on. After a few moments I pulled out then very slowly inched back in. I wanted you to feel all of me, as your hands were balled in a fist, knuckles turning white. I pulled out again but this time slamming myself into you. Missing your spot by an inch, you moaned. I knew you would, you couldn't resist. I bit your neck and grabbed your hips to keep you steady, digging my nails into your flesh. You screamed for more, for me. I knew you were close, as was I. I slammed into you as blood trickled down the back of your legs. I hit your spot every time. It was making you crazy, I could tell by the way you moaned, like a bitch. By this time your were giving yourself pleasure, as your hand moved up and down your shaft. Soon you came in your palm. It sent me over the edge as I came inside you spilling shooting my white sticky liquid into your sore ass, Regaining my breath I took your hand and slowly licked the white candy off your fingers.

You just looked at me and smiled the same smile you had back at the bar. You told me you'll call me later. I know you will, that's what best friends are for.

the pairing is who ever you want it to be. I had an image of, John Morrison/Edge, not a likely pairing, this was originally an Avenged Sevenfold fan fiction, but I couldn't find a place to put it, so I changed it to wrestling.

I hoped you enjoyed it, reviews are lovely.