Just Got Over My Ex, Literally

Breakup was yesterday, sex was tonight. No point dragging it out. Walked into this hole-in-the-wall bar, some random guy, his name’s Blake, he’s got these intense eyes and a smirk that says he’s seen everything. We both know what we want. Back to his place, quick setup in the bedroom, I’m down to business. Stripping off my clothes faster than he can, reaching for his cock, already hard under those tight jeans. Fingers wrap around him, stroking up and down, palm gliding over skin that’s slick with pre-cum already. He groans, voice rough as gravel in the dark. Kneels between his legs on the floor, mouth open wide to take him in deep. Gagging a bit but he thrusts right back into me, balls slapping against my face. Tongue flicking across the head, tasting salty skin and sweat. Moves faster now, hands gripping onto my hair, pulling me down harder, yeah, this is exactly what I needed.