Her Tight Running Pants Begged for Me

I lived in a classy neighborhood and I would see women walking or jogging and I always had my eyes on this lady that jogging by house every day and I thought too myself how I would love to strip her down and kiss her head to toe before putting my cock into her

I noticed the way she moved—deliberate, controlled, like a woman who knew exactly what her body could do. Her jogging route ran past my house every damn day at noon, sweat already beading at her temples before she even hit the block, the tight ass cheeked shorts straining with every stride. She wasn’t my usual type—no. Tall, lean, blond—just the way my cock liked her best. A girl who looked like she could run a marathon, yet carried herself like she hadn’t put a stitch of effort into it. Her tits bounced lightly just enough to make me want to grab them, then tear the top of her tank off and take a handful. Her thighs glistened, even now in the midday sunlight, a hint of the musky scent that clung to her when she pushed herself hard. I couldn’t stop imagining how she’d feel—hot, soft, maybe even trembling a little. The first time those shorts hit the pavement, I’d press her down there, hike her leg up, and slide my fingers through her soaked pussy before I even thought about lowering my mouth to her. She’d come fast, wouldn’t she? From the way she kept glancing at her watch—like she was counting the seconds till someone saw her—maybe she was desperate for release. Because I was desperate to give it to her. Every day the thought burned in my mind. *Twist them around this morning, get her sweating before noon.*

The pavement was scorching beneath the soles of her shoes, but she didn’t move. Just stood there, arms wrapped around her chest, the motion of her hand rubbing slow, deliberate circles over her arch. The straps of her sneakers had worn thin, the heel digging into muscle like she’d been pushing herself too hard. I watched from the window, my cock already stiffening behind the curtain. The way she winced—just slightly—when she pressed harder, like she was testing how much she could take. Her breath came fast, the tank top clinging to the way her ribs lifted as she sucked air in through her teeth. “You alright?” I stepped outside, keeping my distance but unable to look away. She turned, the sweat now rolling down her forehead, catching the light just right. “Yeah. Just—” She dropped her hand, shifting her weight to the other foot. “Fuck. This isn’t good.” I didn’t wait for an invitation. Before she could protest, I was at her side, gripping her hip as I knelt. The heat from her skin seeped into my fingers, the scent of her effort already thick. “Let me.” Her answer was a sharp inhale. I slid my palm beneath the arch, pressing where her foot complained, her fingers twitching against my shoulder. The straps of her sports bra were already damp, the fabric stretched taught against the round globes of her breasts, the pebbled nipples pushing desperately against the cups. “Jesus,” she exhaled, but the muscles in her neck betrayed her. She was leaning in, my face just inches from where her skin flushed the brightest. “You don’t have to—” I didn’t. But I would.

The heel of her sneaker had long ago rubbed through, but her foot was still swollen—bloated, the tendons straining like strings beneath my touch. Her breath hitched when I rubbed slow, deliberate circles into her arch, nails barely grazing the overheated flesh. “Take them off,” I murmured, not looking up, heat rolling off her in waves. Her body stiffened. “What?” I didn’t stop. Just curled my fingers harder, pressing deeper into muscle. “Shoes. Sports bra. Tank top. All of it.” The words came low, possessive. The scent of her—sharp musk, salt, something deeper—had my cock aching for more than just her foot. She swallowed, fingers digging into my shoulder again. “Here?” This time I finally lifted my gaze, catching the flutter of her pulse at her throat. The pavement glared behind her, a silent witness. “Exactly here.” Her eyes darkened. The second I stood, she dropped her hands to the hem of her top, yanking it over her head in one rough movement. I didn’t miss the way her bra followed, straps slung aside, her breasts heaving free like they’d been waiting for this. “Alright,” she breathed, voice rough. “What now?” I didn’t speak. Just unbuckled my belt and pulled out my throbbing cock at the same time I reached for her wrist, guiding her hand down. Her skin was fevered, her fingers trembling as they wrapped around my shaft. “Harder,” I growled. The sweat on her chest glistened, the pebbled tops of her breasts now pressed flush against my palm as I pulled her closer. “I want you to feel it.”

The grip of her fingers around my cock tightened, nails dragging along the underside as she obeyed. Not gentle—never gentle—just like I liked. I let out a low groan, the sound of it vibrating between us as she pulled me closer, her breath hot against my lips. “Still hurts,” she admitted, voice catching as her thumb swiped over the leaking head. My fingers slid from her hip to the smooth swell of her thigh, digging in past the stretchy fabric, thumb brushing against the damp crotch of her leggings. “You’re not being fair.” I wasn’t. And she knew it. Her nails bit deeper as I forced her hand to slow, to milk my length like a promise. The other foot was bare now, toes flexing in the stifling air, her body swaying—just slightly—forward. The weight of her breasts pressed into me, the heat of her skin searing. “Tell me,” I demanded, voice dropping to a growl. “How much does it hurt?” She didn’t answer. Just swallowed hard, her hips rolling against the unyielding pressure of my palm. The pulse in her throat hammered, the muscles in her lower belly taut beneath my fingers. Her answer came when my mouth closed over hers, teeth catching her bottom lip, tongue forcing its way between them. The taste of her—metallic, desperate—filled me, the wet heat of her growing between us. “Fuck.” I didn’t care. One hand still wrapped around her wrist, I dragged her against me, grinding my cock into the cradle of her hips. The leggings were no barrier—just heat, just need, just the way her fingers clawed at me like she was *begging*.

The bite of my teeth on her skin wasn’t enough. Her fingers clutched harder, nails biting into my hips like she was trying to anchor herself to me. I dragged her closer, until the heat of her exposed core pressed into my cock through the fabric. “What the fuck are you doing?” Her voice was wrecked—half protest, half breathless surrender. But when I yanked the waistband of her leggings aside, hooking my fingers beneath the damp fabric, she didn’t stop me. Her knees buckled, just for a second, before I hauled her against me, hands sliding up to grip her waist, thumb digging into the sensitive dip beneath her hip. The muscles there jumped beneath my touch, her breath turning ragged. “You’re gonna get *seen*,” she insisted, but her words broke when I ground her onto my palm, the strain of her thighs betraying her. “People’ll—” I cut her off by dragging her hand down, forcing her fingers to grip her own ankle, tugging the limp leg up. The movement spread her apart, the heat of her wet lace-clad pussy searing against my skin. “Then they’ll hear you.” She didn’t argue. Just rocked into me, desperate, her other hand fumbling for my belt. “Fuck. You’re *huge* like this.” I was. But she’d been this close before, teasing. This time, I wasn’t waiting. My fingers slipped from the fabric to her wet folds, testing the slick heat between them. “Oh god,” she whimpered, hips jerking forward. The pressure of the pavement beneath her knees forced her to brace her hands on my shoulders, her legs parting wider. I didn’t stop at her pussy. Just traced higher, up the crease of her thigh where it met her lower belly, the muscles there twitching under my touch. The moan that slipped from her mouth was half gasp, half *prayer*, her chest flushed, nipples begging for pressure. “You’ve been *asking*,” I murmured, my lips brushing the hollow of her throat. “How much pain do you want, baby?” Her answer was a choked sob when I finally gave her what she wanted—what she *needed*.

And i stripped every piece of her clothes off and started licking her beautiful body and I could tell her pussy was really juicy and she watch my cock get really hard

The first lick was slow, deliberate—from the damp inner curve of her thigh up to the soft swell of her hip. She jolted against my tongue, her fingers still tangled in my belt, nails digging deeper this time. The taste of her lingered, sharp and heady like she’d been saving this just for me. “You taste like *sin*,” I murmured, dragging my tongue along the slick line of her navel. “And I’m gonna fuck you with it.” Her breath was shallow, her chest rising and falling in uneven bursts. I bit into the tender flesh of her belly, teeth grazing just hard enough to pull a gasp from her, before trailing open-mouthed kisses lower. The fabric of her panties was soaked, clinging to her like a second skin. I yanked them aside, breath hot against the damp, curled hair. “Like this?” “Fuck,” she groaned, but the word was swallowed by the way my lips closed around her clit through the lace. The tremors in her thighs weren’t from the pain anymore—they were from *anticipation*. I dragged my free hand down her back, fingers spreading against the sweat-slicked flesh until I got to the small of her spine, pressing. “Your cock,” she whispered, voice thick. I didn’t have to look. I knew the way her pussy * pulsed* when I was too close, the way her body betrayed her every time. Two fingers slid up, hooking beneath the lace, dragging it further aside. “Not yet.” The protest died in her throat when I finally let go of the ruined scrap of fabric, my tongue working its way through her curls, up the slick seam of her pussy. She was *dripping*, her hips bucking against my mouth like she was trying to get me where she needed me. “God *damn*,” she choked, fingers clawing at the back of my head. My cock strained against the zipper of my pants, the weight of it aching between her spread legs. I didn’t care about the pavement stinging her knees, didn’t care about the sweat slicking her back or the way her fingers twisted around my arm like she was drowning. I just gripped her hips harder and fed her my tongue—deep, relentless. The muscles of her lower belly turned liquid beneath my touch, her breath coming in broken sobs now. “Too *goddamn* much,” she gasped, head thrashing against the wall behind her. But I didn’t stop. Not when she was this wet, not when her pussy clenched like it was *hungry*. “I’m gonna—” I let out a low growl, the sound vibrating against her. “Come for me.” The order wasn’t enough. Not really. But when my teeth grazed her inner lip, just for a second, she let out the choked gasp of a woman about to break, her pussy *spasming* around my tongue. My fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips, pulling her onto me, feeding her every thrust. Her thighs trembled, her fingers still tangled in my hair like she needed an anchor. Her back arched off the pavement, head pushing into the brick, her pussy *dripping* now, the taste of her overwhelming me. “That’s it,” I urged, voice rough against her. But the words were unnecessary. I felt the way her breath hitched, her whole body tensing like a bowstring, felt the moment before she *shattered* into wet heat and broken moans. “Fuck.”

The second her voice cracked with that broken plea, I didn’t hesitate. One hand kept her pinned against the wall, the other shoved my pants down fast enough to rip the fabric at my zipper. My cock sprang free, heavy and hot, the head already slick with the taste of her. She wasn’t wrong—*big* didn’t even cover it. The way her pupils dilated, the way she swallowed hard, her thighs parting even wider. “Damn right it is,” I growled, gripping my shaft hard enough to leave a mark. I pressed into her slick entrance, the wet lace between us still clinging like a tease, but I didn’t care. Just needed to *fucking* bury myself inside her. She took me greedily, her pussy already pulsing from the orgasm I’d forced out of her. I let her adjust for half a second—just enough to hear the way her breath turned into a whimper, the way her nails scraped down my abs like she was *begging*. And then I thrust. Her mouth opened on a surprised cry, but I didn’t pull back. Just gave her the full length, stretching her out against the edge of the wall, my cock filling her past the breaking point. The way her body *clenched* around me had me seeing stars. “Fuck—you’re *so* deep,” she panted, her fingers clawing at my shoulders. I could feel the slick, hot pulse of her aftershocks, her pussy milking me for every inch. “Damn,” I grunted, dragging back just to slam into her again. The pavement *burned* her knees, the brick wall bit into her spine, but she didn’t stop. Just took me harder, her breath coming in broken, needy gasps. “Your cock—it’s *too* much,” she whined, her words twisting around the stretch of her cunt. I knew what she wanted. She always did. “More?” I hissed, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips. She didn’t answer. Just pulled me closer, forcing me to *own* her. And I did—deeper, harder. Tearing the last threads of her panties as I gave her everything she’d been *dying* for. The first real snap of her fingers against the back of my hand had me groaning, my cock already *aching* with the need to fill her up. But when she wrapped her legs around my waist, locking me deep inside her, I didn’t need the signal. Just obeyed the *command*.

She groaned the moment I bottomed out inside her, her voice raw and needy. “*There*—fucking *there*.” Pavement tore at her skin with every thrust, but she didn’t pull away. Just spread her knees wider, heels digging into my thighs like claws, her whole body arching to take me deeper. My hand fisted in her hair, pulling her head back to expose the pulse of her throat as I buried my cock so far into her slick, clenching cunt she could taste me on her tongue. “You’re *mine*,” I snarled, teeth grazing against her clavicle. Her nails streaked blood lines down my chest as she clawed at me, her pussy *screaming* around my cock. The sweat stinging her eyes didn’t stop her from looking up at me, lips parted, gasping. “Fuck—*don’t stop*—I need—” My free hand slid down to her throat, palm rough against her skin. “What?” She choked on my hold, but her hips never stopped bucking against mine. “Need it *harder*. Need you to *break* me.” The air rushed from my lungs in a guttural sound, my cock swelling inside her even deeper. I didn’t care about the sweat mingling on our skin, didn’t care about the scent of her wet pussy and the taste of her lingering on my lips. Just needed to *fuck* her the way she needed me to. I let out a low growl, the sound vibrating in my chest. Thrusts turned brutal, my cock pistoning in and out of her with a rhythm so rough the brick wall behind her rattled. Her pussy *gulped* at me, her breath coming in erratic sobs as she fought to keep up. The first real sign of control slipping was when her fingers lost their grip on my arm, sliding instead to my wrist. “Fuck—*too* much—” I didn’t slow down. Just buried my cock deeper, my teeth sinking into the soft spot where her neck met her shoulder. The way her body *jerked* against me had my cock aching, my balls drawing tight. I could feel the way her pussy *fiercely* clenched around me, the way her walls fluttered like they were *begging* for me. “That’s right—*fucking* break,” I grunted, my voice a rough rasp against her ear. The command was all she needed. Her pussy *milked* me, her body arching off the pavement in a silent scream. The taste of her hit my tongue again, salty and sweet, her cum painting my lips as I swallowed her down. “Fuck—*mine*,” I growled, still buried deep inside her. Her breath hitched, her thighs trembling as she tried to catch her balance. I could feel the way her body *stuttered* against mine, the way her pussy clenched and unclenched like it was *begging* for more. And I *wasn’t done* yet.

Her fingers slid back up my chest, nails pressing hard enough to leave fresh marks across my pecs. She was still gasping when she spoke, her voice shaking but clear—“You’re *not going* anywhere.” I grunted, pulling back slow just to slam into her again, the impact knocking her head back against the wall. Her tits bounced, heavy and wet against my sweat-slicked skin, her breath hitching into something almost feral. “That’s not—what—I asked for,” I snarled. She laughed, sharp and broken, her pussy clenching like she *wanted* to hurt me. “I *know*.” The next thrust had my balls slapping against her ass, the sound obscene, the pressure unbearable. I buried my cock deep in one rough stroke, her whole body shuddering as she took it. “You’re *fucking* begging for it.” She whimpered, her voice swallowed by my hold on her throat. I could feel her pulse fluttering beneath my fingers, her whole body trembling with need. Her hips lifted, trying to meet me with every brutal stroke, the pavement still biting into her knees but she never pulled away. Just spread wider, *begging*. “Please—*fuck*—please don’t stop—” She choked, her words cut off as I slammed into her again. The way her pussy *milked* me, the way her breath caught, the way she *screamed*. “Louder,” I demanded, my voice rough and commanding. I could feel the way my cock *swelled* inside her, the way her walls *tightened* around me. She didn’t hesitate. Just arched back, her back pressing harder against the wall, her pussy *screaming* around my cock. The sound was *all* I needed. The way her cum dripped down her inner thighs, the way her body *clenched* around me, the way she *needed* this. I growled, my teeth sinking deeper into her shoulder. The first sharp sting of blood on her skin had her pussy *pulsing* around me, the way her body *jerked* against mine, the way she *needed* me to give her more. And I did—harder, deeper. The way her nails *scratched* down my back left marks, the way her breath came in sharp, broken gasps, the way she *screamed* my name like it was a curse. “*Lou—* Fuck! *—Dough!*” The way her pussy *pulsed* around me, the way her voice broke, the way she *screamed* again— I was *gone*. My cock *swelled* deep inside her, the way my balls *ached* as I buried myself deep, the way my cum *spurted* out of me in hot, thick bursts. The taste of her on my tongue, the way her body *trembled* against mine, the way she *needed* me. “Fucking—*mine*,” I groaned, my cock throbbing deep inside her. The way her fingers *clawed* at my back, the way her nails scratched down my skin like she was *begging* for more. But I was *done*. Her breath came in ragged sobs as I pulled back, my cock leaving a slick, glistening trail inside her. The way her pussy *clamored* for me, the way her body *shuddered* against mine— “You’re *not*,” I hissed, my free hand sliding down to her throat again. “You’re *fucked*. And that’s *all*.” Her response was something between a sob and a whimper as she fell forward into my arms, her whole body still *shaking* with the aftershocks of her cum. I could smell the scent of her release, the way her breath hitched against my chest as she tried to catch her balance. She wasn’t *done* yet. And neither was I.