She wanted to make it up to me, she said, as she sniffled quietly on the other end of the call. She wanted to show me just how much I meant to her and claimed she would do anything to prove it to me.

I sighed, resigning myself to at least give her a chance. I didn't feel like I owed her anything but at the same time, it wasn't really in my nature to go cold on someone, especially someone I cared about.

I told her to come over, that I had the apartment to myself and we could talk it out.

She told me she was on her way, and we ended the call. I headed to the kitchen to fix myself a glass of water.

I took a sip of the cool liquid and headed to my bedroom, sitting at the end of my bed. I opened my phone and browsed my recent photos, a picture of the two of us coming up as I scrolled.

She was gorgeous and still took my breath away whenever I saw her. Big blue eyes, dark blonde hair that cascaded down to the middle of her back. She had the most perfect, peachy arse I'd ever seen, too and I swallowed reflexively at the memory of it, of her walking around my bedroom in just her underwear. The slight jiggle of it as she walked...

I heard the front door opening as I sat there, she had a key of her own and lived two doors away from me, so we practically lived in each other's pockets without all the stress of actually living together. It was a great set up.

"In here," I called as I heard her lock the door again.

She breezed into the room, looking far too enticing. I wanted a serious chat about our relationship, not to be reminded of how incredible she looked naked.

She was wearing short - far too short - shorts that were tight and hugged her pert, round arse perfectly, and a white tank top with no bra underneath, her hard little nipples straining against the thin fabric as my eyes roamed over her.

She was a little breathless from racing over here and as my eyes roamed back up to meet hers, she was smirking a little, clearly aware of how I was not-so-subtly checking her out.

She began to walk over to me as I looked up to meet her eyes.

"So," I said, standing, encouraging her to begin.

She didn't begin, though. Didn't say anything at all in fact.

Instead, she prowled towards me, her hips swaying exaggeratedly as she wound an elastic around the length of hair, tying it up into a high ponytail.

She was an arm's length away from me when she suddenly gripped the front of my shirt in her fist and yanked me towards her, slamming her lips into mine and kissing me with fiery passion.

I was taken off guard and stood there, dumbly, her soft lips hungrily devouring mine.

Her lips were insistent, and she opened my mouth with hers, finding my tongue and tangling it with hers with a ferocity that shocked me.

My mind reeled and I raised my hands to push her off me.

We were here to talk, not to hook up.

I made contact with her shoulders, but the way she swirled her tongue around mine was so distracting.

My hands froze, resting on her chest.

I couldn't help but be reminded of the way that skilled tongue worked its way, just like this, around the head of my cock.

She was running her hands along the waistband of my shorts and letting little moans out into my mouth as she kissed me, and I began to grow hard as she dominated the kiss and dominated the moment.

My hands finally gave up their pitiful protest, and I stroked down her chest to cup her full tits, squeezing into the plump flesh.

She broke away suddenly, leaving us both panting for breath.

I went to speak again, but she shook her head at me.

I don't know why I obeyed. There was so much that needed saying and yet, those kiss-swollen lips of hers, that enticing body, it had me under some sort of fucking spell, and my lips remained sealed.

I watched her, my dick now straining to break free, as she lowered herself on to her knees before me.

I felt a thrill of excitement rush through me as she settled there, peering up at me with those innocent eyes, so deceptive. She wasn't innocent. She was wicked and calculating and filthy, and I fucking loved it.

She reached forward and with a firm tug, roughly pulled down my shorts. She was frantic in her movements, not working to seduce me at all. There was a desperate urgency in her that was making my heart race.

My cock was almost completely hard for her now and I stepped out of the legs of my shorts and underwear and towered over her, naked from the waist down.

She wasted no time at all. She lifted her arms and with those soft, delicate fingers of hers, wrapped them around my length, gripping me in both of her hands.

She opened her pretty mouth and spat directly on the tip of my cock, keeping those innocent eyes fixed on mine the entire time.

A pleading look washed over her expression as she worked her slick saliva over and around the head of my cock, gripping me perfectly. She knew exactly how to work a dick, and it already felt so fucking good.

She spat again, lubing me up, before she started pumping me with both hands, rhythmic and perfectly paced as she kept her eyes locked on mine.

She bit her lip, rocking her hips back and forward slightly, clearly worked up by what she was doing to me as she jerked my cock right in front of her face, those gorgeous tits of hers jiggling with her movements.

I was lost in the moment with her. I didn't know how this counted as a meaningful conversation, but I no longer cared. Watching those perfect tits bounce as this beautiful woman jerked my cock was everything I wanted.

I reached forward, lifting the hem of her top until I freed those beautiful tits, and ran my finger over one of her perfect, perky nipples, watching them jiggle as she continued to pump me.

She leant over suddenly as she continued stroking my length and tentatively licked the slit at the head of my cock, as though she were tasting me, and she closed her eyes and hummed in satisfaction at the taste of my precum on her tongue.

I groaned. My balls were already beginning to tighten. She was too fucking good.

"Let me fuck that mouth," I hissed out, and she smiled, devilish and satisfied.

She obediently opened her mouth and leant her head forward, and with that expert sucking motion she had perfected in our time together, she sucked the tip of my cock into the warm wetness of her.

She swirled her tongue around the head, focusing on the sensitive underside as she sucked me, running her tongue over those parts of me that she knew I liked most.

I started to absentmindedly fuck her mouth, wanting more of me inside her and she groaned in response, greedily taking more of my cock into her mouth, sucking noisily and sloppily, drool escaping the sides of her mouth as she continued working my shaft with her hands.

The feeling was incredible, she was so fucking good at sucking dick, and her moans of approval at my gentle thrusting spurred me on.

I tangled my hands in her soft hair, and she lifted off my cock momentarily to allow her to speak.

"Fuck my whore mouth and cum down my throat," she whispered, a whimpering tone to her words, taking me back into her mouth immediately after she spoke.

I did just that, gripping her head and wrapping my other hand around the front of her throat. I could feel her open her mouth wider and I took the invitation hungrily, forcing my cock down her tight throat.

The sound of her loud gag, and the feel of her throat spasming around my dick was so intense, I almost lost it.

I held still in her throat, trying not to cum, and crouched a little, angling myself to better fuck her mouth, and I gripped the back of her head.

I didn't let her adjust to the new, brutal way I had bottomed out down her throat and instead, now I'd got myself under control, I immediately began face-fucking her.

Gripping the back of her head in both hands, holding tight to her ponytail, I pounded and thrust deep into her throat, chasing my orgasm. I was going to claim this fucking throat, ruin it and spill my load right into her fucking stomach.

She gagged and gasped, her hands pushing and squeezing my thighs with her now free hands as she struggled for air while my dick pounded down her oesophagus.

She never moved to stop me, was always so good at that. She could take my cock so roughly, so deep, and never asked to take a break.

I felt my cock slipping into the tight embrace of the very back of her throat and her entire body began to twitch and seize with the force of her gags.

I groaned in delight as I fucked her helpless mouth, looking down at her now.

Hey eyes were freely spilling tears and rivulets of saliva were pulsing out of the sides of her mouth as I thrust hard and fast, as deep into her throat as I could.

The wet sounds of me fucking her face, her forceful gags and desperate breaths, were pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

Every time she gagged, her throat tightened around my shaft, but I didn't hold back. I forced my length past the resistance and bottomed out with every single thrust, forcing her nose to press firmly against my stomach every time I fucked into her.

As I watched her, she snaked one of her hands between her thighs and began to rub over her clit in firm circles through her shorts as I ruined her mouth and deprived her of air.

There was a little wet patch on her shorts, I noticed. She was loving this.

Such a filthy, dirty little cunt.

That was it for me, the sight of her trying to get herself off as I gagged her with my dick, slamming into the back of her throat, had pushed me right to the edge.

With a few more brutal, punishing thrusts, I came so, so fucking hard.

I pressed my cock in all the way down, the entire length disappearing down her throat as my cum pulsed out of my balls, spilling my load down her wanting throat.

I could hear and feel her swallowing again and again as I pumped into her throat, she was drinking down every drop of my cum as I moaned out my release.

I held her there in place until she'd taken every drop and swallowed it all like I knew she would as I groaned and panted, my body twitching and shaking from the force of my orgasm.

I held her there a moment until her movements became panicky and, with a rough pull, I freed myself from her throat.

She fell forward, gasping so loudly for the air I had denied her, and I watched her, impassive and satisfied as she caught her breath.

Finally, she sat back up and wiped her mouth on the back of her hand.

Her black mascara was streaked down her cheeks, evidence of her suffering and pleasure, and she was flushed and sweat damp from the violent way I'd used her throat.

I was still panting in pleasure as she was gasping in recovery.

The innocent, helpless look suddenly vanished from her face in the blink of an eye and that seductive expression, her real expression, fell back over her features as she looked up at me.

She had me, caught and tangled in her web, and there was no way I was getting free, no matter what she'd done to me.

She smiled at me, wicked and self-assured.

"Forgiven?" she breathed out between gasps. Her question rhetorical as she straightened her top, standing and making her way to the bathroom without waiting for my answer.

"Forgiven," I agreed under my breath, as I flopped back on the bed, defeated.