I Had To Make Her Shut Up

In the dimly lit corner of the bustling cafe, my friends and I were engrossed in our usual banter, the clinking of glasses and the hum of conversation filling the air. However, a familiar voice from the adjacent booth cut through the noise, its derogatory tone grating on my nerves. It was my ex, her words dripping with disdain as she spoke about me.

I felt a surge of anger, a burning desire to silence her. I excused myself from my friends and made my way towards the restroom, my heart pounding in my chest. As I pushed open the door, I saw her, primping herself in the mirror. The sight of her only fueled my anger.

"You've got some nerve talking about me like that," I growled, my voice echoing off the tiled walls. She turned, her eyes wide with surprise, then narrowing in defiance.

"I can say whatever I want," she retorted, her lips curling into a smirk.

Without another word, I closed the distance between us, my hands gripping her shoulders. I could feel her tense under my touch, a flicker of fear crossing her face before she masked it with a sneer.

I leaned in, my lips brushing against her ear. "I'm going to make you shut up," I whispered, my voice low and menacing. I could feel her shiver, her breath hitching in her throat.

I spun her around, my hands pinning her against the wall. I could feel the heat of her body, the rapid rise and fall of her chest. I leaned in, my lips crashing against hers in a brutal kiss. She responded, her tongue tangling with mine, her hands gripping my shirt.

I broke the kiss, my hands trailing down her body, gripping the hem of her dress. I pulled it up, exposing her lace-clad thighs. I could see the heat in her eyes, the desire mixed with defiance.

I dropped to my knees, my hands pulling down her panties. I could smell her arousal, the scent of it making my head spin. I leaned in, my tongue darting out to taste her. She gasped, her hands gripping my hair as I licked her, my tongue exploring every inch of her.

I stood up, my hands gripping her hips as I pulled her towards me. I could feel her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. I unzipped my pants, my cock springing free.

I gripped her hair, pulling her head back. "Open your mouth," I commanded, my voice harsh. She complied, her lips parting to reveal her tongue. I pushed my cock into her mouth, feeling her warm, wet tongue against my shaft.

I began to thrust, fucking her mouth with long, hard strokes. She gagged, her eyes watering, but she didn't pull away. I could feel her tongue, her lips, her teeth against my cock, the sensation sending shivers down my spine.

I pulled out, my cock slick with her saliva. I spun her around, bending her over the sink. I could see her reflection in the mirror, her eyes wide, her lips swollen from my kisses.

I gripped her hips, pulling her towards me. I could feel her wetness against my cock, the heat of her body driving me wild. I thrust into her, my cock filling her up, making her gasp.

I began to fuck her, hard and fast, my hips slamming against her ass. I could hear her moans, loud and desperate, echoing off the walls. I reached around, my fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in fast, hard circles.

She came, her body shaking, her moans turning into screams. I didn't stop, my thrusts becoming harder, more brutal. I could feel my orgasm building, my balls tightening.

I pulled out, my cock slick with her juices. By then she knew what she had to do so she fell to her knees immediately. I thrust myself deep in her throat and I heard her let out a groan of satisfaction.

It wasn’t long after that I came, my cum shooting into her mouth, coating her tongue. She swallowed, her throat working as she took every last drop. I pulled away, my cock still hard, still aching for more.

I spun her around, my hands gripping her ass as I lifted her onto the sink. I spread her legs, my cock pressing against her entrance. I thrust into her, and began to fuck her, my thrusts hard and deep. I could feel her tightening around me, her moans echoing off the walls. I reached up, my hands gripping her breasts, my fingers pinching her nipples.

She came again, her body shaking, her moans turning into screams. I didn't stop, my thrusts becoming harder, more brutal. I could feel my orgasm building, my balls tightening.

I came, my cum filling her up, coating her insides. I pulled away, my cock finally spent, finally satisfied.

I pulled her dress down, covering her up. I leaned in, my lips brushing against her ear. "Now, you're going to keep your mouth shut," I whispered, my voice low and menacing.

She nodded, her eyes wide, her body still trembling from her orgasms. I straightened up, my hands smoothing down my shirt. I turned and walked out of the restroom, leaving her behind.

As I rejoined my friends, I could feel the weight of her words lifted off my shoulders.