letting andrew cody dry hump you in bed.
you’re sleepy and he’s an insomniac and too in-his-head to ask if he can do anything since you’re cuddled up in bed like the cutest thing he’s ever seen. you tug him over by the bottom of his shirt mumbling for him to come snuggle.
he obliges, meticulously taking his shirt and pants off, folding them at the foot of the bed, before sliding in next to you, cock hard and pressing into your hip bone. you grin, wiggling against it just to hear him groan.
“sweetheart…” his voice is a raspy drawl, as if he hasn’t used it in days. it just encourages you to roll to your side, hooking one leg over his thigh, digging your heel into his ass so his clothed cock is pressed against your tiny pajama shorts. “you were about to go to bed.”
you grind down as best you can from a side angle, eyes half open. “‘m always awake for you.”
pope groans, hips thrusting involuntarily, cockhead sliding against the thin fabric covering your slit. you giggle, amused at how quickly you brought your big scary boyfriend to his knees in bed. you wiggle so his tip bumps your clit, humming at the sensation. “feels nice, huh popey?” you mumble, hand finding his as it rests on your hip.
he grunts in response, cock smearing precum on your pajamas and thighs as he aimlessly thrusts, head buried in your neck as he takes his pleasure.
you nudge his head down further, encouraging him to latch on to your tit, moaning as he bites down on your nipple. the sound just spurs him on, hips stuttering as he gets closer and closer to the edge. you press your hand to the back of his head, shoving his face into your tits as he starts to cum, his groans and whimpers muffled.
your hand reaches down to pump him twice, grinning at the whine he makes as you tease his overstimulated cock. “sorry andy,” you giggle, not sorry at all. “you sure you got it all out?”
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