He Fucked Me Until I Couldn't Walk

The city was a furnace that August night, the kind of heat that made you restless, craving something to break the monotony. I was sprawled on my couch, fanning myself in a thin tank top and denim shorts, when I caught sight of Leo, my neighbor, through the open window. 

He was in the courtyard below, shirtless, tinkering with his motorcycle under the glow of a streetlamp. His broad shoulders and inked arms glistened with sweat, and when he glanced up, his dark eyes locked on mine, a slow smirk spreading across his face. We’d been flirting for weeks—playful banter in the laundry room, lingering looks in the hallway—but tonight, the air felt charged, like a storm about to break.

“Caught you staring, Mia,” he called, his voice low and teasing, carrying up to my third-floor apartment. My cheeks burned, but I leaned out, resting my arms on the sill, letting my tank top dip just enough to catch his attention.

“Maybe I like the show,” I shot back, my heart racing. “You just gonna play with that bike all night?”

He laughed, tossing a rag over his shoulder. “Invite me up, and I’ll show you what else I can do.” His tone was bold, daring, and it sent a shiver through me. The idea of him in my space, with my bedroom curtains half-open, made my pulse quicken. I imagined someone across the courtyard catching a glimpse, and the thought alone made my pussy throb.

“Door’s unlocked,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. “Don’t keep me waiting.”

I heard his boots on the stairs minutes later, and when I opened the door, Leo filled the frame, his black t-shirt clinging to his chest, smelling of soap and engine oil. “Bold move, leaving the door open,” he said, stepping inside, his eyes roaming over me. “You sure about this?”

I grinned, handing him a cold beer from the fridge. “Sure enough to see where it goes.” We stood in my cramped kitchen, sipping our drinks, the hum of the city filtering through the window. We talked about nothing important—his bike, my job, the unbearable heat—but every word felt loaded, his gaze lingering on my lips, my bare legs. When I brushed past him to grab another beer, his hand caught my waist, pulling me against him.

“Been thinking about you, Mia,” he murmured, his breath warm against my neck. My body reacted instantly, my pussy already wet as I pressed closer, feeling the hard outline of his big cock through his jeans. I tilted my head, meeting his eyes, the tension between us snapping like a taut wire.

“Then do something about it,” I whispered, my voice thick with want. He kissed me, hard and deep, his tongue claiming mine as he backed me through the living room, toward my bedroom. The curtains were parted, the city lights casting a soft glow, and I imagined eyes on us from the apartments across the way, the thrill making my skin tingle.

Leo pushed me onto the bed, his hands tugging my tank top over my head, exposing my breasts. “Fuck, you’re perfect,” he growled, his lips finding my nipples, sucking and biting just hard enough to make me gasp. I arched into him, my fingers clawing at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin. He pulled back, stripping it off, revealing a chiseled chest and a trail of ink that disappeared into his jeans.

“Get these off,” I demanded, fumbling with his belt. He grinned, kicking his jeans away, his big cock springing free, thick and heavy. My mouth watered, and I slid to my knees, wanting to taste him. I teased the tip with my tongue, swirling slowly, before taking him deep, my throat stretching around his size. His groan was low, primal, his hands tangling in my hair as I deepthroated him, my lips tight, my gag reflex pushed to the limit.

“Goddamn, Mia,” he panted, his hips rocking slightly. “You’re gonna kill me.” I hummed around him, loving the way he shuddered, but I pulled back before he could finish, wiping my lips with a smirk.

“Not yet,” I said, climbing onto the bed, shedding my shorts. My pussy was soaked, glistening as I spread my legs, inviting him closer. He knelt between my thighs, his fingers finding me, sliding inside my wet pussy, curling against that spot that made my toes curl. 

“Leo,” I moaned, grinding against his hand, my arousal slick and hot.

“You’re dripping,” he said, his voice rough as he teased my clit with his thumb, his fingers pumping slowly. “You want me to fuck you, don’t you?” I nodded, my breath hitching as he leaned down, his tongue replacing his fingers, licking my clit with slow, deliberate strokes. 

My hips bucked, my moans loud enough to carry through the open window.

“Leo, please,” I begged, my body trembling, the thought of being watched pushing me closer to the edge. He stood, his cock hard and ready, and teased my entrance, rubbing the tip against my wet pussy, making me squirm.

“Tell me how bad you want it,” he said, his eyes dark with lust. I grabbed his hips, pulling him closer.

“Fuck me, now,” I demanded, my voice raw. He thrust into me, deep and relentless, his big cock filling me completely. I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders as he moved, each thrust hitting deeper, harder, the bed creaking under us. “Yes, like that,” I gasped, my pussy clenching around him, the wet sounds of our bodies filling the room.

“Take it, Mia,” he growled, his hands gripping my hips, lifting me to meet his thrusts. The curtains swayed, the city outside a silent witness, and I imagined someone catching every moment—our sweat, our moans, the raw intensity of it. My orgasm built fast, my body shaking as he pounded into me, his cock hitting every nerve.

“Leo, I’m gonna cum,” I moaned, my voice breaking. He kissed me hard, his thrusts never slowing, and I shattered, my pussy pulsing around him, my cries echoing through the room. 

He didn’t stop, his pace brutal, his groans growing louder as he chased his own release.

“Cum inside me,” I whispered, wanting to feel him lose control. He groaned, his thrusts erratic, and with a final deep push, he came, his creampie hot and thick inside me, sending another wave of pleasure through my body. My legs trembled, my body spent, and I laughed, breathless, as he collapsed beside me.

“Fuck, Mia,” he panted, kissing my forehead. “I think you broke me.”

“You broke me,” I said, my voice hoarse, my legs jelly. “I don’t think that I can fucking walk anymore.” We lay there, tangled in the sheets, the curtains still open, the city outside quiet. I didn’t care who might’ve seen—Leo’s touch, his big cock, his relentless intensity had wrecked me in the best way, and I was already craving the next time.