Let's See What Ya Got

"If I told u I needed to be fucked hard enough to forget reality for a while, what would you say?" I sent the message.
"Be here before midnight." I made it there with fifteen minutes to spare.
"Are you okay," he asked me. I stopped in my tracks..."I did not come here for conversation." I grabbed the back of his head and kissed him. "You promised to make me forget." He pushed me into the bedroom and grabbed at my shirt. I heard a rip as he pulled it over my head. My bra clasped in the front and he popped the hook. He grabbed my nipples between his teeth and clamped down.
I grabbed the drawstrings of his pajama pants and yanked. The pants puddled at his feet...the same as my skirt...the same as me. I hungrily took his cock in my mouth. My tongue ran up and down the length of it. I feasted as though it was the Popsicle I had ate from the ice cream truck earlier that evening.
After a few minutes, he roughly pulled me up and pushed me back onto the bed. His mouth sucked at my nipples as his hand played with my pussy. I was already wet, and didn't need any further coaching, but he wouldn't stop until I came. And came I did. Then he covered his body with mine. I felt his dick enter me just as I finished coming.
Within minutes I was ready again...but this time he would drag it out. Just as I reached that moment...he'd switch positions or angles. I begged him to finish me...and he laughed.
The longer he teased, the more emotional I got.
Finally he picked my legs up and held them over his shoulders. "Harder!" I begged. He pushed. "Harder!" I cried. He rammed. "Harder!" I screamed as he slammed into my soaking pussy. I let go with a scream as he let go with a groan.
He lay on the bed next to me. When he tried to put his arm around me, I climbed out of bed. "Where are you going?" he asked.
I put my clothes on and walked into the kitchen. He followed, questioning my destination. I walked to the back door and turned. With a kiss on the cheek, I smiled sadly. "Thanks for helping me get through tonight. Maybe I'll see you after the funeral Thursday."
I heard the door shut as I climbed into my car. With tears in my eyes, I drove home.