ALL I WANT IS A DEEP THRUST (I)

Chapter 1

Selena's Pov.

I groaned loudly for the umpteenth time today. I removed the headphones from my head and walked to the shelf. I sat on the chair, brought out my laptop, trying to focus on whatever was running through my mind.

"I'm crazy," I muttered to myself. "I'm really crazy. That's the only thing that explains this," I said as my fingers rambled across the keyboard, searching for something to watch.

I couldn't believe I found my boyfriend's father hot yesterday the moment I saw him.

I wasn't planning to sneak on him, but I just couldn't help it when I started hearing some weird noises at the corner of the house.

I went to Adrian's house yesterday, only to bump into his dad with some lady... on top of him.

At first, I couldn’t even recognize him as Adrian’s father because he wasn’t living with him. My chest tightened, and I almost choked myself with my own seized breath.

I understand that Adrian isn't doing so well with our sex life, but how could I find his father hot? Just how?

My mind replayed the scene again. His face, his abs, and… oh my goodness, his thick cock slamming into that lady hard. I don't know what pushed me to wait, but I stayed, watching them slamming into each other like the world was about to end. For a moment I imagined the lady being me. I regretted the thought instantly, but it was too late, the image stuck.

I love Adrian. Adrian loves me. We love each other. The moment that thought crawled into my head I felt dirty, like I had betrayed him without even doing anything.

My hand clicked a video by mistake and it started playing. It was the last clip I watched, a sex scene.

I swallowed hard, staring at the screen, not wanting to think about anything, but my body reacted against my will.

I picked up my headphones and put them on again. The sound broke into my ears, and something wild jolted through me. I licked my lips, swallowed hard again. The guy moaned loudly on screen, and it reminded me of Adrian's father’s groans yesterday.

My thighs clenched on the chair, my body twisting against it. I couldn’t sleep a wink last night. He was lingering in my head. I felt like I was losing my mind.

Without knowing, my hands moved to my boobs and I squeezed lightly. My nipples hardened instantly. My leg trembled under the table as I kept touching myself.

I slid the chair back slightly, my waist arching up.

"Hmm," a low sound escaped my lips. I bit down on them, trying to hold it in.

My other hand slid into my panties, and the tip of my finger brushed my clit.

"Fuck!" I cursed out.

My eyes stayed glued to the screen as I circled myself. They were fucking mercilessly, the guy’s thrusts so thrilling it almost drove me insane. If only Adrian could do this. If only he could bury himself inside me the way that man did. If only I didn’t have to touch myself every time to reach climax.

"Ahh..." tears slipped from my eyes. My fingers weren’t enough. I was horny as hell. Desperate for something inside me. My phone was in my hand before I even realized, and I wanted to dial Adrian’s number, but then a knock came at the door.

I yanked my hand out from my panties, my chest rising and falling.

"Who is there?" I called out, my voice shaky.

"It's me," Adrian’s voice replied. My eyes widened.

How did he know to come now? At the exact moment when I needed him most?

I opened the door and didn’t even let him wait. I grabbed him by his shirt and dragged him inside.

Even if he couldn’t satisfy me fully, at least I should manage the one I have in front of me.

I crashed my lips against his. His body stiffened for a moment, shocked, but I didn’t care. The burning heat between my legs needed to be settled.

"Selena…" he muttered into the kiss, trying to pull back, but I held him there. My hands went for his belt.

He broke away forcefully, breathing heavily. "What are you doing? You don’t even let me explain why I’m here," he said.

I groaned, frustrated. "Adrian... we’ll talk later. Can’t you see, I’m horny," I said, my eyes burning into his.

I moved closer, my hand rubbing against his groin. He tried to push me away, but I held him in place again.

"Please, just fuck me. I’m going crazy," I whispered.

"Selena... isn’t this getting..." he started, but I didn’t let him finish. I squeezed him through his pants. He groaned, his back hitting the door.

I knew I was forcing him into this, but I didn’t care. If he gave me what I wanted, maybe his father would leave my head.

He grabbed me suddenly, pinning me to the wall. His hand found my boob under my loose top. I wasn’t wearing a bra. He cupped me, making my back arch. My fingers tangled into his hair as I pulled his face closer.

He yanked off my top, leaving me only in my panties, then lifted me into his arms, carrying me to the bed.

He undid his trousers but didn’t bother taking off his shirt. I spread my legs, waiting. He never cared for foreplay.

He thrust into me, grunting. I moaned at the deep push, but excitement didn’t come.

He started rolling his waist on me, slow, but it was worse. My body begged for more.

"Adrian, can you go harder? Don’t hold back, just slam into me," my voice came out trembling.

He looked at me strangely, then did as I asked. He slammed himself into me, burying himself deep. My eyes widened and a laugh slipped out of me like a madwoman.

"Yes!" I screamed, my voice cracking. "Do it again! Like that!"

He slammed into me again. My eyes rolled back. My hands gripped his ass, pushing him to keep going.

If only he could keep this up. Deep thrusts. That’s what I wanted.

But then he pulled out suddenly. My face twisted in anger.

"What are you doing?" I asked, trying to reach for him. My pussy was still aching, burning hot. My hand moved down instinctively, rubbing myself in front of him, my eyes locked on his.

His face changed.

"What the fuck are you doing?" he snapped. "Why do you keep telling me to thrust hard like that? Doesn’t it hurt? And now…" his eyes flicked down to my hand still between my legs. "What’s this? Are you a slut?"

His words knocked the breath out of me.

"What…?" My voice came out weak. The horniness drained out of me, leaving something else crawling under my skin.

"What did you just say, Adrian?" I whispered, staring at him.

He didn’t answer at first. Then he pulled his pants back up.

I got off the bed quickly and grabbed him by his shirt. "A slut? Me?"

"Oh Selena, yes you," he said, his brow raised.

"You’re getting weirder day by day. It’s too much. That day you told me to watch porn with you, the compliments you give me… it’s not normal. And now I realize you’re not even okay with us having sex. Let’s just stay away for a while. I can’t keep thrusting into you like that. If that’s what you want, then suit yourself," he said.

A low scoff slipped from my lips.

"Did I complain it hurts? All I asked was for you to thrust deep in me!" I yelled at his face, my voice cracking.

How could he call me a slut? How dare he.

I rushed at him, slamming his back into the nearest wall. Rage shook my chest.

"If you had fucked me like every other guy fucks their girlfriends, do you think I would be complaining? Do you know how many times I touched myself after you’re done? Do you ask me if I’m satisfied? Do you fucking ask?" I screamed.

"Let’s talk later. Maybe when you’re calm, call me and we’ll talk," he said.

I let him go, stepping back, a wide grin twisting my lips.

"Why should we talk? This is the end. I put up with your dickless self all this time and you call me a slut? Fine. I’ll show you what a real slut can do. Get out of my room!" I screamed, rage tearing through me.

He walked out without remorse and I slammed the door hard, my fists clenched at my sides.

"Adrian, just wait and see," I muttered, my voice shaking. "I’ll show you what I can do."