The Electricity of Unfinished Business With My Ex Boyfriend Albert

I could feel the familiar tug of lust as I stood outside Albert’s door, the memory of his touch still seared into my skin. We had broken up months ago, a tangle of misunderstandings and unmet expectations, but the truth was, I couldn’t do without his dick. My current boyfriend, sweet as he was, just didn’t measure up in the sack. His attempts at passion were lukewarm at best, leaving me aching for the kind of raw, animalistic fucking that only Albert could provide.

I rang the bell, my heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and guilt. Albert opened the door, his eyes widening in surprise that quickly turned to a smirk of understanding. “Back for more, are you?” he said, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down my spine.

I stepped inside, the air between us charged with the kind of electricity that only comes from shared history and unfinished business. “Shut up and fuck me, Albert,” I demanded, my voice husky with need. I didn’t have time for small talk or games. I needed him inside me, and I needed it now.

He didn’t need any more encouragement. In one swift motion, he had me pinned against the wall, his hands roaming over my body with a familiarity that was both comforting and exhilarating. “You’re insatiable,” he murmured into my neck, his breath hot against my skin.

I fumbled with his belt, eager to free his cock, the cock that I had dreamt about, the one that had haunted my fantasies. It sprang free, hard and throbbing, and I couldn’t help but moan at the sight of it. “Less talking, more fucking,” I breathed, aligning him at my entrance.

With a thrust of his hips, he was inside me, filling me completely. I gasped; the sensation of being stretched and filled by him was exquisite. He set a punishing rhythm, each stroke of his cock stoking the fire within me. I clung to him, my nails digging into his back as I matched his fervor.

We moved together, a dance of lust and longing. Our bodies slapped together, the sound of our fucking echoing off the walls of his house. “You feel so fucking good,” I panted, my pussy clenching around him.

Albert’s response was a grunt of approval as he lifted me off the ground, my legs wrapping around his waist. He carried me to the couch, never breaking our connection, and laid me down. With a wicked gleam in his eye, he pulled out, leaving me feeling empty and desperate.

“Please, don’t stop,” I begged, looking up at him with pleading eyes. He chuckled, a sound that was both infuriating and incredibly hot.

“Patience,” he chided, dropping to his knees. He spread my legs wide, exposing my glistening pussy to his hungry gaze. “I’ve missed this pussy,” he said, his voice thick with desire before he buried his face between my thighs.

His tongue was magic, lapping at my clit with expert precision. I arched off the couch, a stream of incoherent curses falling from my lips. “Fuck, Albert, right there,” I moaned, my hands tangling in his hair as he drove me closer and closer to the edge.

Just as I was about to tumble over, he pulled back, denying me my release. “Not yet,” he said, his eyes dark with lust. He flipped me over onto my hands and knees, positioning himself behind me. “I want to hear you scream my name when you come.”

He slammed into me, the new angle sending waves of pleasure crashing over me. I cried out, my vision blurring as he fucked me with wild abandon. “You’re such a dirty girl, coming back for this dick,” he grunted, his fingers digging into my hips.

“Yes, only for your dick,” I admitted shamelessly, my orgasm building with each powerful thrust. “It’s so much better than my boyfriend’s.”

Albert groaned at my words, the thought of me comparing him to another man driving him over the edge. “Take that dick, take it all,” he commanded, his voice strained as he chased his own release.

I was delirious with pleasure, the room spinning as I finally allowed myself to let go. “I’m coming, Albert, I’m fucking coming!” I screamed, my pussy convulsing around his cock as my orgasm ripped through me.

With a final, powerful thrust, Albert found his own release, flooding me with his hot cum. We collapsed onto the couch, a sweaty, panting tangle of limbs. “Fuck,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “We’re ridiculous.”

I laughed, the sound bubbling out of me. “Completely ridiculous,” I agreed, feeling more sated and content than I had in months.

As I lay there, catching my breath, I knew this would be the last time I came to Albert for satisfaction. It was time to move on, to find someone who could meet all of my needs, both in and out of the bedroom. But for now, I was going to enjoy the afterglow, the feeling of being thoroughly and completely fucked by the man who knew my body better than anyone else.

I stood up, gathering my clothes. “Thanks for the goodbye fuck,” I said, pulling on my pants.

Albert raised an eyebrow at me, a smirk playing on his lips. “Who says it’s goodbye?”

I rolled my eyes, even as a part of me thrilled at the possibility of future illicit encounters. “Goodbye, Albert,” I said firmly, heading for the door.

As I stepped outside, I felt a sense of closure. I had gotten Albert out of my system, and now I could focus on finding a partner who was both a good man and a great lover. But as I walked away, I couldn’t help but smile at the memory of our wild, uninhibited fucking. It was a hell of a way to say goodbye.