ANNA JAYE WILDE

Swept off her feet

 

05.08.2016

 

Horns beeped around me and people crowded the pavements in the usual crazy rush to work. It was 8.30am, not exactly my favourite time of the day and I kept my head down while I made my way through the hordes of workers ready to start their day. The only thing keeping me sane was the memory of last night’s filthy as fuck dream.

 

I don’t know who the man was in my dream but fuck me, he was gorgeous. All I remember is his huge arms and broad chest and I should probably mention his huge cock, pounding me hard. Why the fuck did I have to wake up in the middle of my hot fantasy? And why the hell couldn’t something exciting happen to me in real life too? Was that too much to ask? It seemed so, until it actually happened.

 

It all happened in the blink of an eye. Tyres screeching. The smell of burning rubber. My coffee cup falling to the ground. And the sound of a man’s voice as I was lifted into the air and pulled across the street in his arms, landing in his lap on the pavement. What the fuck? I took a couple of deep breaths and tried to get my bearings.

 

“Are you okay?” It took me a moment to realise the man speaking had his arms wrapped protectively around my waist and not only that, I was sitting on him, my ass crushed against his dick. Oh well, every cloud!

 

“I’m good thank you, what the hell just happened?” I stayed still for a moment and tried to slow my breathing.

 

“A car came around the corner too fast. You weren’t looking and I pulled you out of the way. No big deal.”

 

What? No big deal? This guy saved my life and he shrugs it off? I was doing well slowing my breath down and calming myself until I turned to face him. Fuck me he was gorgeous. A wall of solid muscle with huge arms and shoulders, a real turn on for me. His hair was pulled back off his face and he wore sexy glasses that made his soft brown eyes pop. He had a beard and although I wasn’t always a fan, it looked good on him. He could have been on the cover of a sexy novel, rescuing women. The only thing missing was the tattoos and yes I looked. Fuck. The things I could do to him. I needed to thank him, after all!

 

“We need to get you to hospital, sweetheart.”

 

“No, honestly, I’m fine!” The only thing fucking with my heart rate was my proximity to him and my thoughts of stripping him naked and showing my thanks.

 

“I don’t care, we’re going. I’m Ryan by the way.”

 

“I’m Steph.”

 

Ryan lifted me to my feet and hailed a cab for us. Alpha male much? I liked it. I liked it very much.

 

We arrived at the hospital and Ryan strode to the desk, all six foot three and seventeen stone of him. I couldn’t hear his words but the clerk stood, blushed profusely and pointed towards the corridor. He walked back to me.

 

“What was that about?”

 

“We’ve got a private room to wait in.”

 

“How the fuck did you manage that?”

 

“I told her you were mentally unstable and you needed privacy before you flipped out and embarrassed yourself.”

 

What??? My jaw dropped in horror until Ryan’s beautiful face crinkled into a wide smile and he started laughing. He put his massive arm around my shoulder and damn, he felt good.

 

“Come on, this way. Don’t try to seduce me though. I get it all the time and it gets boring after a while!” So not only was Ryan a life-saving hero, sexy as fuck and built like an action movie star, he had a sense of humour too. Fuck. I never knew guys like this existed. I followed him to the room, my eyes on his tight arse and my thoughts in the gutter.

 

We entered the room and sat next to each other on the bed. Ryan looked at me and put his hand on the back of my neck. For a big guy he was incredibly gentle. My panties were fucking soaking and I let him pull my face to his, allowing him to kiss me. My heart rate was fucked. I was fucked.

 

Ryan held one hand on the back of my neck and used the other to unbutton my top, his large hand finding its way to my bra and unhooking that too. Jesus Christ. I should almost get run over more often. I wanted to thank him by sucking his cock so I pulled back from the kiss and moved to unzip his jeans but he stopped me.

 

“You’ve had a stressful morning Steph. Let me take charge.”

 

And as much as I wanted to rip his clothes off and suck his dick, he was clearly a man that knew what he wanted and fuck if that didn’t make me even wetter for him. He looked into my eyes as he stood, unbuttoned the shirt that showcased his perfect physique and laid it on the bed. His eyes never left mine as he moved to take off his jeans, releasing a thick and extremely hard cock. Fucking hell. Naked Ryan was just damn incredible.

 

“Up!” I stood from the bed and in one swift move Ryan had my skirt around my waist and my wet panties by my ankles.

 

He stood behind me, pushed me over the bed and I melted under the heat of his skin. He whispered in my ear. “I don’t know how much time we have so this will be fast and furious. But rest assured, I’ll leave you wanting more. And if you’re a good girl, you’ll get more.”

 

I felt a big hand slide up my inner thigh and part my legs. I was soaking wet already, I think I had been since I was out on the pavement. Ryan breathed “Fuck!” into my ear as his fingers came into contact with my pussy and he gently slid a couple inside me. I needed more and he gave it to me. Sliding his wet fingers out he pressed me face first into the bed and I felt the tip of his big cock push into me. Holy fuck. He slowly pushed inside me, filling me up and spreading me wide.

 

The sensation was almost too much to bear and his thickness stretched me to the limit but FUCK, he felt incredible inside me. Holding still for a moment for me to adjust to his size, he began to move. Slowly to begin with but I wanted more. Ryan grabbed my hair and pulled my head to the side so he could kiss my neck. And when I say kiss, I mean devour. Shit. The man was awesome. Strength and softness, powerful yet tender.

 

His movements got faster and so did our breathing. I was almost crushed to the bed by his weight but it was amazing. He fucked me deeply and God, did he reach parts I never knew existed. I spread my legs as wide as I could and he reached between them to rub my clit. That was it. I was fucked, my orgasm ripping into me and my wet pussy contracting around his cock.

 

“Fuck, Steph, that’s perfect. My turn.” Ryan erupted between my legs, his climax filling me with hot cum and his thick cock pumping into me over and over. Jesus. I didn’t want to move. I could have stayed there all day with Ryan’s dick inside me and his hot, muscled body pressing into my back. But after a few moments he moved away and lifted me upright, handing me my clothes before picking up his. Ever the gentleman.

 

“You okay?” He looked at me with genuine concern. I smiled.

 

“That’s a silly question!” His face relaxed into a calm smile and we sat back on the bed, Ryan’s hand tracing circles along my arm. Then I heard a beeping sound coming from Ryan’s shirt pocket.

 

“Shit. I’ve got to go. Give me your phone.” I handed it to him and watched as he used it to call his phone before giving it back. Smooth. “Believe me, I’ll be calling this number later. When I finish my shift I’ll be checking up on you, Steph.” He could check up on me any fucking time he wanted. The door opened and a doctor walked in, smiled at Ryan and shook his hand.

 

“Good to see you Doctor Murphy, I hope you’ve been looking after my patient! Now let me check her over and I’ll let you get back to the neuro department.”

 

What??? Ryan’s a fucking doctor? I was going to need treatment to get over the shock!