BUSTIN’ ON YOUR WHOLE FACE — C.S.
includes … handjob+blowjob (m!recieving), dirty talk (a little), begging, kinda sub!chris.
your knees are already aching from sitting on the floor.
chris is sitting comfortably on the couch, his legs spread, boxers and sweatpants pooled at his ankles.
with you between his legs.
he looks down at you with half-lidded, heavy eyes as you tease him. you don’t put your mouth on him—not yet.
“please—mmm—please baby, put it in your mouth,” chris begs, practically whining.
“uh, i don’t know baby, how badly do you really want it?” you tease, wrapping your hand around his base which makes his whole body shudder with need.
“so bad—fuck—please?” he asks breathlessly.
then, finally, you move your hand to the tip of his dick, your finger rubbing against his slit.
“oh my—fuck,” chris whimpers, throwing his head back as you continue to stroke him, each time you get to the tip you go a bit faster. you keep eye contact with the boy the entire time, taking notice of each and every reaction. his hips thrust up into your hand, begging for your mouth.
the action makes you giggle, but it was enough for you to listen.
“chris,” you whisper, pausing your movements and getting his attention.
he stops moving his hips and hesitantly looks down at you. “hm..?” he hums out, keeping eye contact with you.
staring into his eyes, you gently kitty lick his tip, making his jaw fall agape and his brows pull together. his tip was always the most sensitive part of his whole dick; it was like he could cum on the spot if he didn’t stop himself.
the way you maintain eye contact with him—the way it feels so much more intimate—makes him so close to the edge.
you take him deeper, practically swallowing his dick and jerk off with your hand what you can’t fit in your mouth.
despite chris’s best efforts to keep his eyes locked on yours, his eyes roll back in pleasure and his head falls back against the couch.
he starts to slowly fuck your face, the movement hesitant at first. but when you don’t pull away, he goes faster. his balls slap against your chin and he whimpers with every thrust pathetically.
“so good…fuuuckk…” chris moans out, his dick twitching in your mouth. you moan around his length and the vibration makes the bands in his stomach impossibly more taut. he peers down at you through heavy eyes and he lets out a loud moan at how beautiful you look.
“baby—m’gonna cum—please…fuck—on your face…?” chris barley manages out as the overwhelming pleasure fogs his mind, his balls drawing tight.
you quickly pull off of him, your face right above his tip. he fucks your hand desperately, his movements rushed and uncoordinated.
“shit—ahh—m’cumming—“ chris’s brows pull together, his eyes rolling back with pleasure as his hips still, his dick twitching and pulsing as he releases warm ropes of cum all over your face.
every pulse and spurt of cum out of his dick is accompanied with a high-pitched moan until he falls limp on the couch, panting.
once the waves of pleasure slow, he opens his eyes and glances down at you, his softening dick twitching subtly at the sight of your pretty face covered with his seed.
“so pretty baby…letting me bust all over y’face like that.”
a.n. i was viewing chris’s ig post from july w this song nd got motivation to write.
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