I really hope CNN or someone else uploads the conversation that Don Lemon and Chris Cuomo are having together tonight. Them singing ‘Good Times’ together was just adorable.
Sometimes my friend and I get into random bouts of showing each other attractive guys. When I showed him this picture he deadass yelled “Who is he?!” I simply told him his age as a response. He repeated the question even louder. I think he's ready to simp at a moments notice.
Are you comfortable with writing a femdom story? If so, would you be down with making a story featuring Chris or Jake not wanting to be in "control" for a night after a stressful day at work? Nothing extreme, just begging, bondage, maybe edging and whatever you think would fit their personalities. Run wild with the idea if you wish. This isn't how they're normally depicted so I would love to see someone pull this off lol
Take Care of Me
Pairing: Chris Cuomo X Fem Reader
Warnings: Oral sex (male and female receiving), bondage, breeding kink, language, edging. (I might’ve missed something cause my mind wandered during this)
She knew the minute her husband of four years came home, something was off. He looked exhausted and it was their one night alone. They had been looking forward to this for weeks.
She finished work early to come home, dressed nicely as opposed to the office clothes and got dinner ready for both of them. She feared their serene night may just be foiled.
“What’s up baby?” She asked, watching him throw his jacket to the couch, unbuttoning his shirt sleeves and rolling them up. An over exaggerated pout played on her plump lips when Chris turned to face her. His exhausted, blue eyes made her stop.
She pulled her lip between her teeth watching the veins in his arms show through his skin. Her mind ran wild, remembering all the times that had been wrapped around her neck. She trailed her eyes back to his face, smiling at the sight of his furrowed brows. God, he was so gorgeous.
“I’m just tired. Fucking assholes on TV not answering what I want them to, bringing up you as if it’s some sort of even playing ground, like I’m the one fucking up the country,” Chris said, a low growl underlying his voice. She could tell he wasn’t in the mood.
“Don’t let them bother you baby, they’re definitely not worth it,” She said, turning back to the stove. When she didn’t hear an answer, she turned it off, turning to face him.
His hands were flat on their dining room table. Head hanging low and eyes closed. Whatever happened it wasn’t easy on him.
“Chris, honey, look at me. Don’t leave this ruin our night,” she mused, fingers lightly trailing up his arm, moving until she had her arms wrapped around his torso.
“I want you to do it tonight,” Chris mumbled, watching her hands unbutton his shirt and move along the skin of his chest and abdomen.
She smirked to herself, she already knew what he wanted. But she’d ask and make sure he was desperate for it by the time they made it to their bedroom.
“Do what?” She asked slipping under his arms so she had her ass pressed against the table, face inches from his. Her big eyes stared up at him innocently. He rolled his own, already knowing she’d enjoy this.
“Take care of me, please?” Chris begged, moving his hands to tug her body closer to his. He had been thinking about this all day, but he wasn’t in the mood to be the one in control tonight.
“Sure, baby,” she smiled, kissing his lips, feeling him sigh against them, his hands pulling her closer as if she was his lifeline.
She smirked, they’d been married four years and only a few times in their dating life and married life had she been in control. She had a plan for tonight though.
She smiled watching Chris sit at the table as she served his dinner. This was odd for her. She wasn’t the housewife kind but, it would serve her better for later on.
They sat in almost silence, small bits of conversation thrown across the table at each other. Chris couldn’t keep his eyes off the low cut blouse she was wearing. His eyes scanned her chest and then her face. He was excited for tonight.
***
By the time they had finished eating, Chris was desperate. He wanted to be inside her and now he hated that he had given up all of his control to her.
All through dinner she had been teasing him. Her leg brushing against his, dangerously close to his cock. Moving her body so her breasts were on display for him to clearly see. She wanted her husband worked up, and she got it.
She had made quick work of the situation when they got to the room, she certainly wasn’t messing around and the glint in her eye told Chris there was more to her plan.
“Is my baby tired?” She questioned, her big eyes gazing down him as he lay flat on his back, she straddled his waist, being sure not to touch her heat off of his cock.
She smiled watching him nod, kissing his bare chest as she continued to unbutton what was left closed of his shirt.
“Have you been thinking about this?” She asked, kissing back up to his neck. Her hand grazing his cheek gently.
She pulled him up, removing his shirt from his body and throwing the white fabric to the side. She smiled at him, kissing his lips now that she had him back up to her.
“Yes,” Chris breathed, hands coming to rest on her hips. She slapped them away, pinning them to the bed before she moved to push him back down on his back.
Grinning to herself, she moved off the bed standing at the end of it. She removed his socks, slowly inching her hand up to his belt.
“What have you been thinking about?” She asked, grazing her finger tips against his aching cock. Seeing her like this, he couldn’t help it. He wanted her.
Slowly opening the leather, she quickly moved her fingers to the button and the zipper before pulling the fabric down his long, tanned legs.
“Being inside your tight pussy, all fucking day,” Chris rasped, watching her intently as she climbed back up, lowering herself over him again.
She kissed his abdomen, slowly moving down and kissing the bulge in his boxers. He hissed at the contact.
“That sounds good,” she grinned, whipping the boxers down, throwing them somewhere in the room.
She watched his throbbing shaft spring free, slapping at his lower abdomen as she felt herself grow wet, wanting him inside her.
Moving off the bed again, she went to the closet. Chris didn’t dare follow her. He knew she’d only drag this out longer if he did.
Returning to the bed, she smiled placing one of his ties in her mouth, she grabbed his wrist, tying him to the bed frame. She rounded the bed, doing the same with the other wrist.
Chris groaned. He needed to touch her, she looked so angelic like this, she wanted to tease him but he wanted nothing more than to hold her.
“Oh baby, you look so nice like this,”
She started sucking him, the weight of her words settling on Chris. He had given up absolutely everything for her to do this tonight.
She gripped the bottom of his shaft, sucking half way down him, hollowing her cheeks as he squirmed underneath him.
“Shit, fuck honey please,” Chris begged, knowing full well she wasn’t about to let him go so easily. He wouldn’t get what he wanted now.
Her moans were swallowed by his cock, Chris bucked his hips watching her as she slowly started to rub her clit.
She waited until his telltale signs showed. Breath coming out in short gasps, fists clenching, skin flushed. She pulled away, leaving him hang there. A loud groan fell from his lips.
She stood off the bed again, unzipping her dress and dropping it to the floor, she unclipped her bra and threw it behind her. Watching her husband only made her more aroused.
He was straining against the ties as she undressed. Her skin coming into view piece by piece until her pulsing core. Her underwear dropped to the floor giving Chris the perfect view.
“Nu- uh, you wanted this baby. You get to watch,” she smiled, moving closer to the bed again, smiling innocently at him as she went.
Her hand moved down, slowly collecting her arousal on her fingers. She shivered as she brushed against her clit.
“Shit baby, I’m so wet for you,” she moaned lowly, itching to have his long, thick fingers fucking her, warming her up for what was to come.
Chris whined, gasping for breath as he watched her finger herself. God, he wished that was him.
“You okay baby? Wanna touch my pussy?” She pouted, climbing up beside him again. She brought her fingers to his mouth, smiling when he sucked them clean.
Kissing his lips softly, she hummed at the taste of herself on his mouth before moving up, her soaking core over his face before slowly lowering herself down, smiling in triumph when his tongue got to work.
He was rough. Harshly sucking on her clit she shivered. The persona she built up slowly cracked away but she gripped the headboard, regaining her composure.
“You’re gonna make me cum baby,” she moaned. His teeth grazed her clit and that was that. She came undone, calling out his name in breathy, whispers.
She stilled for a minute, feeling Chris lap up what had spilled out of her pussy. She was fine now. She needed him inside her.
She kissed his lips feverishly. She climbed over him, grasping his throbbing cock in her hand, she slowly inserted the tip, shivering at the feeling of him slowly stretching her out.
“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck honey,” Chris gasped, the sensitive skin of his cock wanting to be buried so much deeper than it was.
She smiled down at him. A hand moving to her abdomen as she thought about what she was about to put on the table.
“I want something from you,” she whispered, slowly inching down. Her walls swallowing his cock and getting familiar with it all over again.
Chris nodded eagerly. He didn’t care what it was, he wanted to be inside her. He’d give her anything.
“Anything. Take it, just please fuck me,” Chris begged bucking his hips up, pushing further inside her warm, wet pussy.
She smiled at him, stroking his hair before pressing a chaste kiss to his lips once more.
“I want you to fuck a baby into me. Can you do that?” She whispered, pulling back from him. She pulled her hair tie down. Her locks flowing free as Chris watched her.
The thought of filling her and watching her body change getting ready for their child; he was sure the blood in his body had completely run to his cock.
“Yes!” Chris grunted, wanting nothing more than to fill her with his dick and then cum inside her. She was in control though, and she’d do it her way.
“Gonna watch me grow big with your child? Fuck me senseless even when I’m pregnant,” She smiled; she moved further down, taking more of his cock inside her.
He was almost completely in and her pussy was stretching gloriously around him. He would never not be impressed by this woman and her self restraint.
“God yes,”
She came down, fully, sighing in satisfaction at the way he was filling her completely and stretching her as she slowly rocked her hips.
“That’s it, fill me up baby. Fucking make me a mom,” she moaned, moving her hips towards his. Her eyes falling shut. She bounced on him, angling herself so he would hit the spot that drove her insane.
The sound of skin slapping filled the room as Chris continued to buck his hips up to meet hers. He didn’t know how she had this much restraint, these movements usually made her cum screaming.
“Shit! Gonna cum in you baby, gonna make you a mom,” Chris moaned, hands gripping the ties tightly as he strained against his holds. He wanted to touch her.
His mind was in overdrive. The thought of filling her and getting her pregnant with his baby had him coming close to his end. He knew she could see it.
Her concentration moved to his face. She waited until he was there, she reached forward, slowing her movements. Her fingers worked and untied the black fabric, freeing him from the restraints.
“Yes! Now! Cum in my tight fucking pussy, give me a baby,” She moaned, rolling them over so she was on the bottom, taking in everything he had to give her.
Chris moaned loudly, releasing inside her. More cum falling from his throbbing cock than ever before. He gripped her hips, keeping his cock buried inside her as she smiled hazily.
Her hand moved to her abdomen, rubbing it gently as Chris squeezed his eyes shut. That was the most intense orgasm he has ever had.
“Oh fuck I can’t wait to see you full with my baby,” he growled, pushing further in again, her walls clenching around him as she came down from her orgasm.
She smiled, allowing him to kiss her. They stayed in the position, not wanting to waste any of the cum settling inside her.
Chris slowly pulled out after awhile, settling his head on her stomach and enjoying the feeling of her running her fingers through his hair as he closed his eyes.
Chris promised himself he’d let her take control more often.
Damn, I’m really out here waiting for another election that CNN will cover. Hell, they could cover an election overseas IDC anymore. It was fun!
Also, yee-haw!
Mother and I have definitively nicknamed Wolf Blitzer ‘Breaking News’ because he said it way too much. Like, whenever one of us scrolls by CNN when his show’s on, one of us will exclaim, “Hey look, Breaking News is on!”.
Let it be know that CNN is directly responsible for making my age preference for dating expand beyond 20s minimum to late 50s max. A dude that’s literally three decades older than me is no longer a personal problem. Enlightening.
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