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ËËË E.PRENTISS ËËË
the daddy files: daddy's busy, baby - emily prentiss - 18+
you only wanted a little attention. but when daddy finally gives it to you, itâs more than you ever knew you needed.
just keep sucking while i handle everything - emily prentiss - 18+
youâre beneath her desk, glossy pink lips wrapped around her cock while she speaks calmly on the phone. she strokes your hair gently and mouths, âgood girl,â when you take it deep.
try it on - emily prentiss - 18+
she drags you into a high-end bridal boutique, pretending you're shopping for a dress. but as soon as you're half undressed in the changing room, she's inside you â grunting against your neck.
obedience to you - emily prentiss - 18+
emily prentiss might be in control at work, but behind closed doors, sheâs yours to tease, use, and ruin. after a night of public teasing that leaves her painfully hard, you take her home and make her watch as you strip, denying her every touch.
ËËË M.SCHEMMENTI ËËË
late night phone call - melissa schemmenti - 18+
you call her late, voice all sleepy and sweet. sheâs already in bed, voice rough with exhaustion, but when you start describing what youâre wearing⊠sheâs suddenly wide awake. âput the phone on speaker,â she growls. âand donât stop touching yourself until i say so.â
itâs too big .. i want all of it - melissa schemmenti - 18+
melissaâs already trembling before you even get inside her. sheâs straddling your lap, blouse open, skirt bunched around her waist, and her soaked panties pushed to the side. your cock is thick, long, and heavy against her slit â so much bigger than anything sheâs had before.
you donât get to come âtil you fuck yourself dumb on it - melissa schemmenti - 18+
she makes you ride her hands-freeâjust your hips working to take all of her, over and over again. every bounce makes the water splash, your tits bobbing in her face while she licks and sucks your nipples raw. âlook at you,â she growls, grip bruising on your thighs. âstuffed full and desperate. Is that all youâre good for, huh? taking cock like a dumb little slut?â
she denies you until you're crying - melissa schemmenti - 18+
"not yet," she purrs, lips brushing your ear as her fingers slow to a stop. youâre bound with her silk scarf, writhing against the sheets, begging like itâll change anything. it never does.
back of the fire truck - melissa schemmenti - 18+
youâd only meant to drop off the kids at melissaâs school, a quick stop, a favour for your captain. but the second her hand slides down your turnout pants and finds just how hard you are for her, youâre being dragged behind the fire truck, shielded only by the open doors. âjust a quick taste,â she murmurs, sinking to her knees as students laugh and scream not ten feet away. you know damn well this wonât be quick.
obedience to you - emily prentiss - 18+
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emily prentiss might be in control at work, but behind closed doors, sheâs yours to tease, use, and ruin. after a night of public teasing that leaves her painfully hard, you take her home and make her watch as you strip, denying her every touch.
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g!p emily prentiss x fem!reader
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The musicâs a slow, pulsing throb under your skin, bass vibrating through the velvet walls of the VIP lounge. Youâre in Emilyâs lap, straddling her, arms draped lazily around her neck like this is just another dance â except your hips are moving slow, deliberate, your mouth grazing her ear as you whisper things no one else can hear.
Sheâs trying so hard to behave. Hands gripping the armrests like theyâre her lifeline, knuckles white. Her dark eyes are locked on your face â jaw clenched, lips parted just enough for you to see the shaky exhale she canât quite suppress. Her suit jacketâs rumpled now, tie loosened from the heat, from you. And god, you can feel it. The way sheâs hard beneath you, cock straining against her slacks as you roll your hips, again and again, pretending like you're just enjoying the beat.
âYouâre doing so well, baby,â you purr, voice dipped in honey as you grind down just a little harder, enough to make her flinch. âNot touching me, even though I know how badly you want to.â
Emilyâs breath stutters. Her fingers twitch on the armrests, just once, and you reward her restraint with a kiss to the underside of her jaw. She moans softly, barely audible over the music â but you hear it. You feel it. Her cock is throbbing against you now, thick and hot, and sheâs probably aching from the way youâve been teasing her all night. Leaning in too close at the bar, slipping your hand into her lap under the table, whispering dirty little promises while she tried to keep it together in public.
âYouâre dripping down your thigh, arenât you?â you murmur, dragging your lips over her cheek as she shudders. âBet your cockâs so sensitive it hurts. Poor thing.â
She whimpers, head falling back just slightly, exposing her throat in a silent, desperate plea. Itâs too easy to smile, smug and cruel in the best way, as you press your hand between your bodies and cup her through her pants. She bucks instinctively and you tsk.
âNo. You donât get to touch anything tonight unless I say so. Hands stay right there. You understand?â
Emily nods fast, frantic. âYes, maâam,â she breathes, voice cracked open, pupils blown wide with lust and submission.
âGood girl.â
You donât even turn on the lights when you get home â you want her squirming in the dark, want her focused only on how you touch her, how you command her. The door slams shut behind you, and Emilyâs already fumbling with her jacket like sheâs on the edge of breaking, but you press her back with one firm palm to her chest.
"Strip. Everything. But donât you fucking touch your cock."
Her breath catches in her throat â a high, shaky sound thatâs almost a moan â but she obeys. Her hands tremble as she works off the layers, her slacks hitting the floor with a soft sound, boxers right after, and there it is. Her cock, flushed and thick and so hard itâs bobbing slightly with each tiny movement, veins prominent, the head wet and shiny with precum. Sheâs dripping â like sheâs been leaking for hours â and maybe she has, considering how much teasing you put her through at the club.
You let her sit on the edge of the bed, legs spread just enough to make room for you as you sink to your knees between them, still fully clothed. You rest your hands on her thighs and look up at her.
"Look at you," you murmur, voice sultry and low. "So hard it hurts, huh? I can see your cock twitching, baby. You gonna beg for it?"
Emilyâs already panting, her fists clenched into the sheets behind her. âPlease,â she whispers, hips twitching forward despite herself. "IâI need it so bad, I canâtâfuck, I canât thinkâ"
"Oh, poor thing," you coo, leaning forward, letting your lips barely brush her inner thigh. "You gonna come just from my mouth?"
She whimpers. âPlease, yesâneed your mouth, I canât take itâplease, Iâll be good, Iâll be so fucking goodââ
Thatâs all you need.
You wrap one hand around the base of her cock, squeezing just enough to make her gasp, then slowly lick from the underside up to the head, tasting the precum already smeared there. She bucks slightly, immediately apologizing, breathless â âSorry, sorry, Iâll stay stillââ âand it makes you smile as you swirl your tongue around the head, teasing the slit.
"Good girl," you purr, before taking her in deeper, lips wrapping around her thick cock as she groans, ragged and raw.
Sheâs big. Long and heavy on your tongue, thick enough to stretch your lips wide as you slide down her length, your hand stroking what your mouth canât reach. Her cock pulses against your tongue, the taste of her precum salty and addictive. You hollow your cheeks, suck hard â and she cries out, a soft, broken sound like sheâs trying not to sob.
You know you look like sin. Your cleavage is on full display, breasts pushed up tight in your top, your pussy soaked through your panties and pressed against the floor as you rock your hips for a little friction. But itâs all for her â every moan you let out as you suck her, every time you drag your tongue along that sensitive vein on the underside of her cock, is to undo her completely.
Emilyâs shaking now, thighs trembling on either side of you. âIâI canâtâfuck, Iâm gonna come, pleaseâlet me, please, I need toââ
You pull off just long enough to growl, âNot until I say.â Then you take her deep again, swallowing around her as you bob your head faster, jerking the base of her cock in rhythm with your mouth. Her hips jump â sheâs holding herself back with everything sheâs got.
âPleaseâpleasepleasepleaseââ sheâs sobbing now, barely coherent, voice wrecked. âLet me come, let me, I canât hold itââ
You pull back just enough to tease her tip with your tongue and whisper, âCome in my mouth.â
She shatters.
With a strangled cry, her cock jerks in your hand and she spills hot and thick down your throat. You moan around her, swallowing greedily, loving the way she whimpers as the orgasm crashes through her â hips twitching, whole body shaking under your control. You donât stop until sheâs given you every last drop, licking her clean as her thighs twitch helplessly.
When you finally look up, her eyes are glassy, lips parted, cheeks flushed deep red. She looks utterly wrecked. And you?
You just smile, wiping your mouth slowly with the back of your hand.
"Good girl. Now lie back. I'm not nearly done with you yet."
Sheâs still trembling when you rise to your feet, her chest heaving, cock softening slightly between her thighs but still slick, flushed, needy. You donât speak. Not yet. You just start moving â slow, deliberate â your fingers sliding to the hem of your top as you hold her gaze.
Emilyâs wide-eyed, helpless, wrecked â and starving for you.
You peel your shirt up inch by inch, giving her a slow reveal of bare skin, your stomach flexing as you stretch, then your lacy bra coming into view. Her breath catches audibly.
âGod, youâreâfuck,â she whispers, eyes raking over you like sheâs trying to memorize everything. âYouâre so beautifulâŠâ
You smirk as you drop the top and move your hands to the waistband of your skirt, taking your time unzipping it, hips rolling gently side to side like youâre dancing just for her. The fabric falls to the floor, leaving you in nothing but your panties and bra â both black, both sheer enough to leave little to the imagination.
Emilyâs eyes darken. She leans forward instinctively, hand lifting toward your waist like she canât help herself. You slap it away â not hard, but sharp enough to make her jolt.
âNuh-uh,â you warn. âYou donât touch until I say. You want my body? You watch it first.â
She groans â head falling back a second, teeth clenched like sheâs holding herself together by a thread. You reach behind your back and unclip your bra, letting it fall off your arms. Her eyes drop to your chest instantly, pupils blown wide.
âFuck⊠your titsââ she whimpers, breathless. âYou know how much Iâplease, I wanna touch, I wanna taste them so badâŠâ
You cup them in your own hands, rolling your nipples slowly between your fingers, moaning just a little as your body reacts â nipples tightening, pussy clenching in anticipation. You see the way Emily twitches â her cock starting to swell again, helpless to your show.
âYouâll get your chance,â you murmur. âBut Iâm going to ride you first.â
You hook your fingers into the waistband of your panties and peel them down slow, letting her see the wet string of arousal sticking to the fabric. Youâre soaked â your thighs glistening, your pussy visibly aching for her â and she makes a desperate, strangled sound as she watches you step out of them and climb back into her lap.
Her cock is rock hard again, flushed dark red and slick with her own release, twitching eagerly beneath you. You position yourself over her, rubbing your folds along her shaft, spreading wetness from tip to base, teasing you both with the promise.
âCan I touch you?â she begs again, voice cracked and reverent. âPlease, Iâll be so gentle, Iâllâfuck, please let me hold your tits while you ride meââ
You lean in close, your lips ghosting over hers but never kissing. âYou love my tits that much?â
âYes,â she gasps. âSo fucking muchââ
You take her cock in one hand and line yourself up, and as you sink down onto her, you grab her wrists and guide her palms to your chest.
âThen touch. Show me how much.â
Emily moans like sheâs been given salvation. Her hands come up to cup your breasts reverently, fingers splaying across your soft skin, thumbs brushing over your aching nipples. You start to ride her slow â grinding your hips, letting her feel every tight, wet inch of you envelop her cock.
âFuck, you feel amazing,â she gasps, head falling back against the mattress as her hands knead your tits. âSo tight, so wetâso fucking perfectââ
You bounce on her cock with increasing rhythm, your thighs slapping against hers, your pussy clenching around her thick length as she fills you again and again. You brace your hands on her chest, back arching as you ride her deeper, harder, your breasts bouncing into her eager palms.
âTouch me like that,â you pant, âand I might let you come inside me.â
Thatâs all it takes. Emilyâs hips start to jerk, her cock throbbing deep inside you as she grips your breasts harder, rubbing and squeezing like theyâre the only thing keeping her tethered to reality. You clench around her, moaning as you feel her swelling inside you, every vein dragging along your walls perfectly.
âIâm gonna comeâplease, Iâm gonna come inside, let meâplease, pleaseââ
You ride her faster, leaning down to kiss her finally, your lips crashing onto hers just as her cock pulses hard inside you â thick, hot ropes of cum spilling deep into your pussy. You grind through it, milking her, moaning as her body shudders beneath you, her grip on your breasts tightening just shy of painful.
You donât stop until youâve wrung every drop out of her, until you feel her twitching, overstimulated, whimpering against your mouth as you finally slow.
When you sit up again, her cum is dripping out of you, thick and warm between your thighs, and her cock is still buried deep inside.
She looks up at you like sheâs seen heaven.
And maybe she has.
Sheâs still hard inside you.
Barely. Sensitive. Twitching. But hard â and thatâs all you need.
You grin, slow and wicked, as you lift your hips and let her half-soft cock slide out of your cum-dripping pussy with a filthy wet sound. You donât give her a moment to recover. You just shift, press her back flat against the bed, and straddle her chest, your soaked cunt hovering just above her face.
âDid I say you could come?â you ask, voice low, taunting. Her eyes widen â she knows it was allowed â but youâre already smirking, grinding your wet pussy along her chest, smearing her own cum across her skin.
âIâI thoughtââ she starts, but you reach down and slap her cock lightly â just enough to make her whimper and twitch.
âYou thought wrong, baby. I said maybe. You came like a desperate little bitch anyway. So now youâre going to make it up to me.â
You grab her by the hair and drag her face between your thighs, not gentle in the slightest. She gasps at first, but her mouth opens fast, eager, tongue darting out to lap at your folds like sheâs starving for you â and maybe she is. You ride her face with no hesitation, grinding your pussy against her mouth, your slick lips parting over her nose, her chin. She moans against you like itâs a gift, and you pull her hair harder.
âDonât just lick â eat me, Emily.â
And she does.
Tongue plunging between your folds, sloppy and desperate, licking into your dripping pussy with a devotion thatâs almost pathetic. She sucks your clit when you grind down harder, and you reward her with a deep moan, grabbing the headboard with one hand while the other stays tangled in her hair, riding her face with ruthless rhythm.
Sheâs so fucking good like this â mouth stuffed with your cunt, cock twitching uselessly against her stomach, eyes half-lidded with overwhelmed need. You fuck yourself on her tongue until your legs start to tremble, until you're soaked and throbbing and overstimulated â then you pull away, dripping onto her lips and watching her chase your pussy with a broken whimper.
âMm-mm,â you hum, crawling back down her body until youâre hovering over her cock again. âYou donât come again until I say. You donât move unless I tell you. Understand?â
âY-yes,â she pants, breathless, her lips shining with your slick. âYes, maâam.â
âGood girl.â
You line her back up and sink down hard â all at once â taking her back into your pussy while she sobs, back arching like her body canât handle the overstimulation. Her cockâs still overly sensitive, still slick with her last release and your arousal, but it slides in deep, stretching you open again, filling you in one tight, brutal thrust.
Her thighs shake. Her hands clench the sheets.
You ride her without mercy.
Fast, punishing, wet. Skin slapping, bodies colliding, your pussy sucking her back in every time she tries to squirm from the intensity. Her cock throbs with every stroke â already on the edge again, just barely holding on. You lean down and press your tits to her chest, grinding harder, your breath hot against her ear.
âYour cockâs mine,â you whisper. âThis tight, aching little thing? It belongs to me. Iâll fuck you until you cry, and youâll say thank you, wonât you?â
She nods frantically, barely able to breathe. âThank you, thank youâfuck, I love your pussyâI love how it feels, please donât stopââ
You grab her throat â not to choke, just to hold her still â and ride her faster. Your breasts bounce against her chest, your soaked cunt clenching, milking her cock like you want her to break.
âTouch me,â you pant finally, and she doesnât even hesitate â her hands come up to your chest like they belong there, fingers cupping your tits, thumbs flicking your nipples as you ride her deeper.
Sheâs losing it. You can feel it â her cock twitching wildly inside you, her breath ragged, your name falling from her lips like a prayer.
âIâm gonnaâfuck, I canât hold itââ
You dig your nails into her chest. âYou will. Youâll beg for it.â
âPlease,â she sobs, âplease, I need to come in you again, let me, Iâll be good, Iâll do anythingââ
You clench hard around her, grinding down to take her as deep as sheâll go.
âCome for me, baby.â
She breaks again.
With a long, broken cry, her cock pulses inside you, hot cum shooting deep into your pussy, again and again, as you moan and ride through it, wringing her dry. Her hands clutch at your tits like theyâre the only thing keeping her grounded, her body twitching beneath you as she fills you all over again â your slick mixed with hers dripping down her thighs.
You donât slow until sheâs begging you to stop, completely spent and wrecked beneath you.
And even then⊠you consider going one more round.
back of the fire truck - melissa schemmenti - 18+
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youâd only meant to drop off the kids at melissaâs school, a quick stop, a favour for your captain. but the second her hand slides down your turnout pants and finds just how hard you are for her, youâre being dragged behind the fire truck, shielded only by the open doors. âjust a quick taste,â she murmurs, sinking to her knees as students laugh and scream not ten feet away. you know damn well this wonât be quick.
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melissa schemmenti x g!p! firefighter fem!reader
You pull the fire truck up in front of the school like itâs just another community visit, but the second you see her waiting out front, arms crossed and eyes glinting beneath those tinted sunglasses, you know this day is about to take a turn.
Melissa Schemmenti is trouble in the sexiest goddamn package you've ever seen. Today, she's got her hair pinned up in that intentionally messy way that makes your fingers itch to pull it down, and sheâs dressed like sheâs daring every teacher in that building to break the dress code. A low-cut black top that dips just enough to show the swell of her tits â not enough to be scandalous, but enough to make your mouth dry. A fitted blazer hugs her waist, but it's the leather pants that do you in â hugging every inch of her hips and ass like they were poured on.
Youâre half-hard the second you step out of the truck.
You try to focus on the task at hand. Kids are filing out, teachers chattering, and youâre supposed to be the professional, the firefighter giving a quick tour and safety demo. But when Melissa walks past you to gather the students, she brushes her fingers along the curve of your arm, subtle as hell, and gives you a look over her shoulder. You know that look. It says follow me, even if her lips donât.
So, you do. You circle around to the back of the truck, supposedly to grab some handouts, but your pulse is already kicking up. The heavy turnout pants do nothing to hide the way your cock is pressing against the inside of them, already thickening at the thought of what sheâs about to do.
Youâve got a nice cock â thick, veined, with a slight upward curve youâve learned how to use to your advantage. The kind that drags along all the right places when you're buried inside her, the kind that makes her moan your name in that low, rough voice like sheâs coming undone. Right now, itâs rock hard and twitching just from the sound of her heels clicking around the side of the truck.
âCouldnât wait to see me in uniform, huh?â you murmur, the second she appears behind you. She doesnât say anything at first â just gives you that smirk that says you have no idea and closes the distance between you.
Before you can blink, her fingers are at your belt, already working it open with practiced ease.
âI told myself Iâd behave today,â she whispers, lips brushing your jaw, âbut then you showed up lookinâ like a goddamn wet dream.â
You grunt, trying to keep your voice low, but the second she gets your cock out, itâs over. Her hand wraps around it, slow and greedy, and you swear your knees damn near buckle. She drags her palm up from the base to the head, her thumb smearing precum over the tip as she stares down at it.
âStill curved just right,â she murmurs, almost to herself, licking her lips. âBet youâre aching to be inside something, huh, hero?â
You can barely breathe, nodding like an idiot as she sinks to her knees between the open back doors of the truck. Youâre hidden just enough to be safe â maybe â but you can still hear the kids laughing at the front, a teacher asking someone to line up. They could come around any second.
Then Melissaâs lips wrap around your cock, and none of that matters.
She takes the head slow, tongue swirling over it before she sinks down further, stretching her mouth wide around you. Her lips glide over every ridge, every vein, and when she hits that slight upward curve, she moans. Moans. Like the shape of your cock alone is turning her on, and you feel it â the vibration of her voice shooting right through you.
âJesus, Melâfuckââ you breathe, gripping the edge of the truck as your hips twitch forward, just a little.
She doesnât gag. She takes it like sheâs done it a hundred times before â which she has â and her hands come up to hold your thighs as she works you deeper. Her mouth is hot, wet, sinful, and every time she pulls back, her tongue drags under the head just right, making you see stars. Then sheâs sinking down again, eyes locked on yours like a challenge. Donât you dare look away.
The kids are still there. The staff is still there. Any one of them could step out, take a peek behind the truck, and find the schoolâs most feared teacher on her knees with your cock stuffed down her throat. And somehow, that only makes you harder.
Your fingers tighten in her hair, guiding her rhythm now â short, sloppy strokes that pick up speed. You feel your balls tightening, that electric tension curling low in your gut, and you whisper her name like a warning.
She doesnât stop.
Doesnât flinch.
She just looks up at you, mouth full, and nods â like she wants it. Wants you to cum in her mouth, down her throat, right here, out in the open.
Thatâs all it takes.
You explode with a sharp gasp, your hips stuttering as hot ropes of cum spill onto her tongue. She swallows all of it â doesnât even blink â just keeps sucking you through it, drawing every last drop until youâre trembling from head to toe.
When she finally pulls off, your cock slips from her lips with a wet pop, and she licks them like youâre her favorite goddamn dessert.
âYou always taste like sin,â she murmurs, standing up like she didnât just drain you behind a public service vehicle in the middle of a school field trip. She smooths her blazer, checks her lipstick in the reflection of the truck, then pats your cheek gently.
âFix your pants, hero. Youâve got kids to impress.â
And just like that, she walks away, hips swaying, heels tapping, leaving you wrecked and still trying to remember how to breathe.
Itâs been hours, but youâve been hard since the moment her lips wrapped around your cock. And Melissa? Sheâs been fucking relentless.
Youâd thought, maybe, you could hold it together for a school field trip. Be a professional. But the way sheâs been working you all afternoon? She knew exactly what she was doing â brushing past you every time you turned around, flashing you those tits beneath that low-cut top, leaning in just close enough for her perfume to melt your brain.
She didnât just want you distracted â she wanted you wrecked. And by the time the kids are back inside and you finally step behind the firetruck to breathe, youâre barely keeping it together.
But you donât get a chance to cool off.
Sheâs already behind you.
You feel her before she speaks â her body presses up against yours from behind, and her hands? Theyâre already at your belt, fingers fast, impatient. She doesnât even give you a warning this time. Just starts unbuckling you like she owns your cock.
âIâve been dripping all fucking day,â she murmurs, mouth hot against your ear. âThinking about how you filled my throat. I can still taste you.â
Your heart punches your chest, blood rushing south so fast it makes you dizzy. You spin around, grab her by the waist, and lift her like she weighs nothing. She lets out a startled gasp, then wraps her legs around you, grinning like she won. You donât even care if someoneâs watching â youâre too far gone.
You carry her straight into the back of the firetruck and slam the doors behind you, cutting off the outside world like it never existed.
Inside, itâs quiet. Dim. The faint smell of smoke and rubber hangs in the air, but all you can smell is her. That mix of perfume and sweat and raw, needy sex.
You press her against the inner wall, kissing her hard, teeth dragging over her lower lip as your hands fumble with her blazer. You rip it open, the buttons popping, and shove it off her shoulders like it offended you. Then that low-cut top is next, pushed up and over her tits until they bounce free â and fuck, your cock jumps at the sight of them.
Full, heavy, perfect. Her nipples already hard, begging to be sucked. You groan, honestly, helplessly â youâve seen them a hundred times, but you swear they hit harder every time. You palm them both, squeezing greedily, brushing your thumbs over her nipples until she arches into you with a gasp.
âGod, Iâll never get enough of these,â you mutter, dragging your mouth down her neck, licking and biting your way to one perfect breast. âYouâve got the best fucking tits Iâve ever seen.â
Melissa moans as you take a nipple into your mouth, sucking slow and deep, your tongue flicking over it while your other hand works down to her pants â those tight leather ones youâve been eye-fucking all damn day. You fumble with the zipper, impatient as hell, until she reaches down to help, shimmying them over her hips.
Thatâs when you realize â no panties. Just bare, wet skin and the musky, addictive scent of her arousal hitting you like a fucking drug.
âJesus, Mel,â you breathe, hand sliding between her thighs. âYouâre soaked.â
Sheâs dripping â her pussy slick and hot, lips swollen and glistening. Your fingers slide through it easy, parting her folds until you find her clit and draw a slow, dirty circle around it.
âAll for you,â she pants, grinding down against your hand. âYou gonna stop teasing me now? Or do I need to ride your cock myself?â
Thatâs it.
You yank your pants down just enough to free your cock â thick, veiny, already leaking. The head is flushed deep red, and that slight upward curve is damn near twitching at the sight of her. You run the tip through her wetness, letting her juices slick your shaft, and she whines, trying to push her hips forward to take you.
You grab her ass with both hands and lift her again, lining up that cock, and the second the head presses against her entrance â tight and needy â she digs her nails into your shoulders.
âDonât you fucking tease,â she growls.
You donât.
You thrust into her in one slow, brutal stroke â and fuck, the way she takes you. Her pussy clamps around you like sheâs starving for it, every inch of her heat wrapping tight around your curve. You groan into her mouth, forehead pressed to hers, fighting to keep it together.
Sheâs soaked. Slick as hell. Youâre sliding in and out of her with wet, obscene sounds, your cock hitting that perfect spot with every thrust thanks to that curve. And she feels so good around you â snug and warm and pulsing, like her body was made to take your dick.
âHarder,â she gasps. âCome on, baby. Youâve been aching for this all day. Fuck me.â
You slam into her harder, faster, the whole firetruck shaking with every thrust. Her tits bounce with each movement, and you canât help but suck one into your mouth again, moaning against her skin as she cries out, head falling back.
Itâs hot. Messy. Desperate. Youâre both sweating, grunting, clawing at each other like animals. Her pussyâs squeezing you tighter with every stroke, and you can feel her getting close â the way her moans get higher, how her hips start to jerk in time with your thrusts.
âGonna cum on this cock,â she pants, fingers clutching your ass to pull you in deeper. âGonna fucking soak you, babyâdonât stopâdonât you dare stopââ
You feel it the second she breaks.
Her whole body locks up, and she screams your name as she cums, soaking your cock, her pussy fluttering around you like itâs trying to milk every drop.
And fuck â you canât hold it anymore.
You slam into her once, twice more, then bury yourself deep, cock throbbing, and unload inside her with a ragged moan. Hot ropes of cum flood her pussy as you grind in, her legs locked tight around you, her teeth on your neck, your name a broken sigh in your ear.
You stay like that for a moment â shaking, panting, her slick dripping down your shaft, your cum still leaking into her â before she lets out a breathless laugh.
âWe should really do more school visits.â
You groan â partly because sheâs fucking impossible, and partly because⊠goddamn it, sheâs right. You donât even answer. You just shift your hips back and your still-hard cock slips out of her, slick and shining with your cum and hers.
And fuck, youâre already hard again.
Itâs that risk, that rush â the fact that someone could knock on that door any second, or open it and find you both naked, sweating, soaked in cum. That dangerous edge has your cock twitching, already aching for more.
Melissa notices, of course.
Her eyes drop down and she bites her lip, then slides down to her knees again, like she already knows what you need.
âI knew you werenât done,â she purrs, hands on your thighs. âThat cockâs too greedy.â
You chuckle, breathless, as she leans in to kiss the head of your cock â just once, a soft little tease â before pulling back and sitting on her heels.
âFuck my tits,â she says.
Your brain short-circuits for a second.
She peels the rest of her top off, tossing it aside, then reaches up and grabs those perfect tits â full, heavy, flushed pink â and pushes them together around your cock like she was made for this. You groan as the head pops out between them, already smeared in slick, precum pooling on her skin.
âCâmon, baby,â she breathes, looking up at you through her lashes. âYou love these tits so much, put that cock to work.â
You donât need to be told twice.
You grab the base of your shaft and line it up between them, then thrust forward, watching your cock disappear into that soft, warm heaven. Itâs tight between her breasts, her skin slick from sweat and your cum, and the friction is unreal. You rock your hips, fucking your cock between her tits, groaning low and filthy as you watch your length glide in and out of her perfect cleavage.
She presses them tighter, spitting on the tip to make it even slicker, then sticks her tongue out and licks the head every time it slides forward. That little flick of wet heat sends a jolt through you, and you moan, hips snapping harder now, chasing that high all over again.
âFuck, Melâlook at you,â you grunt. âYour tits feel so fucking good⊠youâre gonna make me cum again.â
âDo it,â she pants, licking the tip every time it peeks out. âWanna see you cover me. Wanna feel it all over my face.â
Thatâs all it takes.
You feel your balls tighten again, the tension coiling low and hot as you fuck faster, rougher, the head of your cock now pulsing against her tongue. You grip the back of her neck with one hand, steadying yourself, and slam into that soft valley one last timeâ
Then youâre cumming.
Hard.
With a broken groan, your cock throbs between her tits and you explode â thick ropes of cum shooting up her chest, splattering across her collarbones, her chin, and then right across her cheek and tongue. She moans like itâs her reward, licking the mess off her lips, keeping her tits pressed together to catch every drop.
Your cum drips down the slope of her breasts, painting her skin in white streaks. She looks wrecked â and god, sheâs never looked hotter.
She leans back on her heels again, grinning up at you, cum glistening on her chest, her cheeks flushed.
âThink youâve got it out of your system now?â she asks, teasing, as she scoops some of your mess off her tits and sucks it off her finger.
You just stare at her, cock twitching again.
ââŠYouâre gonna be the death of me.â
Your legs are still trembling when you pull back, still dazed from the way you just emptied every drop of cum between her tits and all over her face. Melissaâs still kneeling, her chest glistening, licking one last streak of white from the corner of her mouth like she enjoys being coated in you.
And fuck, maybe she does â maybe thatâs whatâs got her smirking like she just won a game you didnât even realize you were playing. Youâre standing there, tits rising and falling beneath your half-unzipped uniform, heart pounding, skin flushed, and your still-sensitive cock twitching in the air between you â and all you can do is stare at her. At the way she scoops another little smear of cum off her breast and pops her finger into her mouth like itâs candy.
You groan softly, then reach for a towel from the little first-aid bin at the side of the truck, swiping it across her chest, still warm from where your cock had been pressed between her tits. She shivers at your touch but doesnât stop you, letting you clean her like you own her, like itâs the most natural thing in the world to be kneeling on the floor of a firetruck after getting wrecked in every way possible.
You help her back up to her feet and the two of you start scrambling â laughing under your breath, still tipsy on lust and adrenaline. You try to wipe each other down, pulling your shirt back into place, tucking your cock away as gently as possible because fuck, sheâs still that kind of sore.
Melissaâs shimmying her bare, sticky thighs back into those leather pants, sucking in her breath as the fabric presses against the mess you left behind. She doesnât say anything, but the way her eyes flick to you while she buttons them up â slow, smug, still wrecked â says enough. You know damn well sheâs going to be carrying the feel of you between her legs for the rest of the day.
Youâre just pulling your jacket over your still-throbbing chest when it happens.
A knock on the door.
Three short, sharp taps â too casual to be official, too perfectly timed to not send a bolt of panic right through your spine.
You both freeze.
You choke back a laugh and slap your palm over your mouth, your other hand flying out to press your finger to Melissaâs lips before she even opens them. Sheâs wide-eyed, lips parted, her chest still rising and falling fast, and that look in her eyes? Thatâs giddy. Sheâs turned the hell on.
You lean in, whispering so low itâs barely sound, âShhâdonât even breathe.â
She nods, biting down on her lip hard, holding back a laugh of her own as she tugs the zipper on her pants the rest of the way up, her hips shifting slightly like sheâs still trying to tuck your cum deeper inside her.
Another knock. This one a little slower.
You shoot her a look that says, be cool, then suck in a deep breath and straighten your back, stepping over to the door and praying you donât look as freshly-fucked as you feel. You can still taste her, still smell her all over your skin, and the heat of her mouth on your cock is imprinted on you like a damn brand. Your fingers are still shaking. Your thighs are wet. Youâre 100% not okay, but you force a smile anyway and reach for the handle.
she denies you until you're crying - melissa schemmenti - 18+
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"not yet," she purrs, lips brushing your ear as her fingers slow to a stop. youâre bound with her silk scarf, writhing against the sheets, begging like itâll change anything. it never does
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melissa schemmenti x fwb!fem!reader
You're already shaking by the time she leans back on her knees.
The sheets beneath you are soaked with sweat, your own slick mess coating the inside of your thighs, and your arms are stretched above you, wrists tied tight to the headboard with her silk scarfâthe expensive one she wore to work that morning, still smelling like her perfume and heat and that bossy tone she uses when sheâs had enough of your mouth.
You thought tonight was gonna be quick. Just one of those nights where you text her something filthy and end up on her bed ten minutes later. But noâMelissaâs in a mood tonight.
Sheâs completely naked, sitting between your thighs, skin glowing under the warm bedside lamp. Her tits are flushed, lips glossy from earlier when sheâd gone down on you just enough to get you drippingâand then pulled away the second you started to grind against her face.
Three times now. Three fucking times youâve gotten closeâsobbing, grinding, gasping for releaseâand sheâs pulled back each time with a smirk and a soft, cruel little âNot yet.â
Youâre a wreck. And she loves it.
Her hands are rough on your thighs as she spreads you wider, dragging your leg up over her shoulder like she owns you. "You're not gonna break, babe," she mutters, voice low and hot against your inner thigh. "You keep sayin' you can't take it, but look at youâstill fuckin' beggin' for it."
Her fingers glide through your folds again, slow and lazy, barely dipping inside just to tease you. You're drenched, clenching around nothing, whining through gritted teeth as she circles your clit with maddening precision. Just enough pressure to make you twitchânever enough to get you there.
âMelissa, pleaseâŠâ Your voice breaks, raw and wrecked.
âYou gonna cry again?â she teases, grinning as she leans in to kiss the inside of your knee. âGotta say, I kinda liked that. You looked real sweet with tears on your cheeks and my name in your mouth.â
You let out a broken noise, hips rocking up toward her hand, trying to get more frictionâanythingâbut she just presses your hips down hard with one arm, pinning you in place.
"Beg properly," she growls, her mouth against your neck as she pushes two fingers deep inside you without warning.
You gasp like sheâs knocked the wind out of you. Her fingers fill you perfectlyâlong, thick, practicedâcrooking just right on the first thrust. She knows your body too damn well by now, knows exactly where to press, how to angle her wrist, how to fuck you deep and hard while her thumb circles your clit in tight, relentless strokes.
The noise you make is helpless. Loud. You donât care.
Your thighs tremble as she pounds her fingers into you, slow and deep, her wrist snapping just right so the heel of her palm brushes your clit with every thrust. Sheâs not being gentle anymoreâsheâs fucking you open with her fingers like she means to break you, groaning softly as your walls clamp down around her.
âThatâs it,â she whispers. âThere she is. Thereâs my good fuckinâ girl.â
You come hardâtoo hard, after all that teasing. Your back arches off the bed, toes curling, the orgasm crashing through you like a goddamn storm. Youâre crying again, moaning her name over and over as your body convulses, thighs trying to slam shut around her hand.
But she doesn't stop.
Even as you're sobbing, still tied to the headboard, body twitching and too sensitive to handle more, Melissa pulls her fingers out slow and messy, watching the way you spasm beneath her. And thenâwithout a wordâshe reaches into the drawer next to the bed and pulls out the vibrator.
You whimper when you see it. Your legs try to close again, but sheâs already shifting between them, pushing them wide and flat against the mattress with a look that makes your chest tighten.
"Aw, baby," she says, smirking as she flicks the toy on and the low hum fills the room. "Weâre not done yet."
Youâre still panting, tears streaking down your temples as she presses the tip of the vibe right against your clitâand grins when your hips jump like youâve been electrocuted.
âYou came once. That just means you're warmed up.â
The vibrator hums against your clit, a steady, relentless pulse thatâs already too muchâand Melissa hasnât even cranked the speed up yet.
Sheâs got one hand between your legs, holding the toy down tight against your overstimulated nerve endings, fingers firm against your inner thigh to stop you from squirming away. Not that it would help. Your wrists are still bound tight to the headboard, shoulders aching, hips pinned by her body, tears already spilling again from the intensity of it all.
âShh,â she murmurs, voice low and wicked as she leans in close. âYou can take it. You will take it.â
You sob her name, voice wrecked, thighs twitching with every cruel little buzz of the vibrator. Your clit is so sensitive it feels like your whole bodyâs on fire, nerves screaming, and Melissaâs just watching youâlike sheâs memorizing every single reaction.
âFuck, look at you,â she breathes, licking her lips. âAll sloppy and shaking and still begginâ for it. You came so hard and you're still dripping, baby. You wanna come again, donât you?â
You nodâpathetically, frantically, unable to say anything but "please" on repeat like itâs the only word you know.
She smirks, then shifts just enough so you can see her reach between her own legs with her free hand. Her fingers disappear between her thighs, and she lets out a quiet, ragged moanâlike sheâs been edging herself this whole time, holding out just for this moment.
"God, I'm so fuckin' wet just watching you like this," she says, voice hitching as she starts working herself in slow, lazy circles, still holding the vibrator steady against you with the other hand. âTied up, fucked out, cryinâ for meâJesus, babyâŠâ
Your eyes flutter, overwhelmed, watching her fingers disappear between her folds as she rubs fast and messy. Her body rocks slightly, tits bouncing, her skin flushed and gleaming with sweat. Sheâs groaning your name now, breathy and wild, and when she starts to fall apart, you feel itâher whole body tensing as her hand presses the toy harder into your clit.
Itâs too muchâbut it pushes you straight into your second orgasm, your body arching again, muscles locked tight as your climax tears through you like lightning.
You scream, thighs clenching around her arm, sobbing as you come again, harder than the firstâyour body too raw to handle it, but too needy to stop. Melissaâs moaning above you, chasing her own high right along with you, and thenâ
âF-fuck, babyâshitââ
She gasps and curses as she falls into her own orgasm, her hand soaked with slick as she grinds into her own fingers, head thrown back, hair a wild mess around her face. Youâre both trembling now, a tangled, sweating mess of need and noise and filthy pleasure.
Melissa collapses forward for a second, panting against your shoulder, the vibrator finally switched off and tossed aside. But she doesnât untie you yet.
Instead, with a lazy smirk, she holds up her slick-covered fingersâher slick, still glisteningâand brings them to your mouth.
âOpen,â she says softly. âYouâre not done.â
You do. You open your mouth obediently, and she slides her fingers past your lips, making you taste her. She watches you suck them clean, moaning around her knuckles as you swirl your tongue, your eyes glassy and wrecked and so, so gone for her.
âGood fuckinâ girl,â she whispers, voice all gravel and heat.
And you swear, even as the taste of her lingers on your tongue and your body twitches with the aftershocks of two brutal orgasms, youâd let her do it all again.
Tied up. Crying. Coming on command. As long as it's herâonly herâyouâd take it every damn time.
Your bodyâs still twitching from the overstimulation, your thighs slick, wrists red and tender from the silk scarf, but the second Melissa unties you, you donât waste a moment.
You throw your arms around her neck and crash your mouth to hers.
She makes a muffled noise of surprise, her body still hot and humming from her own orgasm, but she melts into you instantly, kissing you back just as deep, just as hungry. Your lips are sticky with sweat and slick, tongues tangling, noses bumpingâitâs messy, desperate, so fucking real.
âJesus,â she breathes between kisses, grinning against your lips. âDidnât even give me a second toââ
You cut her off by grabbing her ass with both handsâhard. Full handfuls of her soft, perfect curves, pulling her flush against your soaked, trembling body. She groans into your mouth, rutting against your thigh on instinct.
"Want you," you gasp, your voice raw. "Wanna feel you⊠right here."
You shift, your fingers still gripping her ass as you guide her down onto the mattress with you. Your legs tangle together, heat meeting heat, skin sliding with slick and sweat. You line her up against you, her thigh sliding between yours, and then your cores connectâhot, swollen, achingâand you both gasp at the friction.
âFuck, baby,â she groans, her hands flying to your hips as you start to grind down, slow and deep. âYouâre so wet, youâreâshit.â
You moan loud as her body presses tighter against yours, your clits grinding together in a perfect rhythmâhips rocking, thighs trembling, the slide of your soaked folds making you both gasp and curse. Itâs a different kind of messy nowânot rough, not teasingâjust raw, all need and connection.
And you canât stop kissing her. You press your mouth to hers again, then trail hot, wet kisses down her jaw, to her neck, to her chestâuntil your mouth finds her nipple and you wrap your lips around it like youâve been starving for it.
She cries out, her back arching, one hand flying to your hair as you suck her tit hard, licking and kissing while you keep grinding your soaked cunt against hers. You switch to the other one, just as greedy, your hand still on her ass, pulling her harder against you as your hips slap together.
Every grind sends another wave of heat through your stomach, sparks flying, your nerves all lit up again.
Melissaâs panting, cheeks flushed, lips parted as she watches you suck her tits and rub yourself raw against her. âGod, look at you,â she groans. âSo fuckinâ needyâriding my thigh like that, sucking on me like youâre mine.â
You moan at thatâyours, yours, say it againâand she feels it.
âYeah?â she pants, her grip on your hips tightening. âYou wanna come like this? Wanna make a fuckinâ mess all over me, baby?â
You nod, still mouthing at her chest, your whole body rocking against hers as you chase it. The burn builds againâslower this time, but heavier, deeperâand your cries start getting higher, more desperate.
Melissa grabs a fistful of your ass and pulls you hard against her, grinding her own pussy against yours until the wet slap of skin fills the room.
âCome for me,â she growls, her voice hoarse and wild. âDo it. Soak me.â
And you doâyour body locking tight, a high-pitched cry ripping from your throat as you come again, your clit pulsing against hers, your whole body trembling as you collapse against her, still clinging to her like youâll break apart if you let go.
She holds you through it. Kisses the top of your head. Her chest rising and falling fast beneath you, her thighs just as soaked as yours.
Neither of you says the words youâre both thinking.
But the way you donât stop touching herâarms wrapped around her waist, face buried in her neckâand the way she strokes your back and whispers âI got youâ over and over?
Yeah. You donât have to say it. Not yet.
try it on - emily prentiss - 18+
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she drags you into a high-end bridal boutique, pretending you're shopping for a dress. but as soon as you're half undressed in the changing room, she's inside you â grunting against your neck.
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g!p emily prentiss x fem!reader
Itâs just a normal boutique.
Fluorescent lights, racks of cocktail dresses in pastel colors, and soft acoustic music humming through the speakers. Nothing about it screams sex, which is exactly why this is so fucking dangerous. Why Emilyâs pupils are blown wide, nostrils flaring, jaw clenched as she follows you into the small changing room like she owns it â and you.
The curtain clicks closed behind her, and the second it does, her hands are on you.
âYou really brought me into a store like this dressed like that?â she hisses against your ear. âTight little dress, no bra, and theseââ
Her fingers hook into the sides of your panties, yanking them down your thighs in one smooth, savage motion. You gasp, grabbing her wrist too late.
She chuckles â dark and low â then lifts the soaked scrap of fabric to her face. She sniffs. Deeply. And groans.
âGod, baby. You were already dripping for me.â
You open your mouth to sass her, to say somethingâanythingâbut she casually folds the panties in half and tucks them into her back pocket like a fucking trophy. âIâm keeping these.â
Your breath catches as she spins you to face the mirror, hands gripping your waist, then hiking your dress up to reveal your ass. No subtlety. No patience. Her cock is already hard, already out â thick, flushed, glistening at the tip, veins prominent along the shaft. And big. So fucking big it makes your mouth water, your pussy clench in anticipation.
âLook at you,â she growls, dragging the fat head of her cock between your folds, collecting your wetness, teasing your swollen clit. âSo fucking wet. Practically begging for it.â
Youâre panting already, eyes flicking up to the mirror. The reflection is obscene. Dress bunched at your hips, thighs slick, her cock pressed to your entrance. And the smirk she wears â cool and smug, like sheâs got all the time in the world to absolutely ruin you.
Then she pushes in. Slowly, deliberately, inch by thick inch.
You choke on a moan as she stretches you open, walls fluttering around her cock. It burns in the best way, your body forced to take every single inch until she bottoms out â hips flush against your ass, cock buried so deep you can feel her in your stomach.
âFuck, look at that,â she pants, voice rough with lust. âLook at how perfect your pussy looks around me.â
Your legs tremble as she starts to move. Long, deep strokes that drag along your walls, that force your body to feel every ridge of her thick cock. Her fingers trail up your belly, then to your throat â and wrap around it.
Not tight. Just enough to hold you still.
âYouâre gonna stay quiet for me, baby,â she murmurs, fucking into you harder now. âWeâre not alone out there. You make one sound, and someoneâs gonna hear what a filthy little slut you are, getting wrecked in a dressing room.â
Her cock pistons into you now, faster, heavier. Your soaked pussy makes obscene wet sounds with every thrust, slick dripping down your inner thighs, but the little acoustic playlist outside masks it just enough.
Her grip tightens a fraction around your throat, grounding you. Forcing your eyes back to the mirror.
âWatch me,â she orders. âWatch me fuck you.â
You do. And itâs fucking pornographic. Her toned body behind you, muscles flexing as she drives into you, sweat glistening along her collarbones. Her cock disappears into your pussy again and again, thick and perfect and relentless, stretching you wide and filling you up so deep you can feel her in your toes.
âFuck, you take me so good,â she growls. âSo fucking tight for me. This cunt was made for my cock.â
Your vision blurs as pleasure builds fast and vicious â white-hot and dangerous. You try to warn her, try to tell her you're about to cum, but her hand tightens around your throat just enough to muffle the broken moan that slips free.
And then you snap â cumming hard around her cock, body clenching down, spasming, leaking all over her. Your thighs shake violently as your orgasm tears through you, and she doesnât stop. She keeps fucking you through it, chasing her own high, cock twitching with every squeeze of your pussy.
Then she groans â deep, guttural, feral.
âTake it,â she growls. âTake my fucking cum, baby. You want it, donât you? Want me to fill this perfect pussy up in the middle of a goddamn store.â
You cry out as her cock slams into you one final time and holds â buried deep as she spills inside you. Hot. Thick. Endless.
You feel every pulse, every twitch, as her cum floods your insides, seeping out around her still-hard cock. You watch it drip in the mirror, watch your own dazed, blissed-out expression as her hands roam your waist possessively.
She slowly pulls out, groaning at the mess.
âShit,â she mutters, tucking herself away. âYouâre dripping down your fucking legs. We should get you another dress. Something darker.â
You collapse against the mirror, breathless, cum-slick thighs trembling as you glare at her. "Or just keep this one."
Emily just smirks again and pats her back pocket.
âOh â and Iâm keeping the panties.â
The air in the changing room is thick with the smell of sex and sweat and her. Youâre trembling, your thighs slick with the mess she just pumped into you â but sheâs not done yet. Not even close.
âLook at this mess,â Emily mutters, crouching down behind you with her hands spreading your thighs. You barely have time to breathe before her fingers are scooping her cum from your skin, warm and slow, dragging it up from your inner thighs with the pads of her fingers like sheâs collecting something precious.
You let out a shaky breath, hips twitching, and thenâfuckâshe licks it clean.
Her tongue runs up the length of her own release, warm and wet and filthy as it collects every drop of cum she left dripping out of you. She hums like it tastes good, like sheâs savoring it, hands still gripping your thighs while her mouth works you over like dessert. You feel her lips brush your skin, soft little sucks between swipes of her tongue, and it makes you ache â even after just being fucked senseless.
âThere,â she purrs when sheâs done, rising to her feet with that cocky glint in her eyes again. âNice and clean. Now go pay for the dress before I bend you over the bench and fuck you stupid in front of the mirrors.â
You do â legs wobbly, face flushed, panties long gone. The cashier doesnât even blink as you hand over your card, though you know she smells the sex on you. And Emily? She stands behind you with one hand in her pocket and a smug look on her face like she just won the lottery. Like she owns you.
Once you're back in the car, it doesnât take long before round two starts brewing.
Emilyâs got one hand on the wheel, the other resting on your thigh â casual, like sheâs not thinking about how youâre still full of her. But youâre already plotting, already watching the way her knuckles tense around the steering wheel, how her nostrils flare a little when your fingers start tracing lazy little circles up your own thigh, under the hem of your new dress.
âYou really like this one?â you ask sweetly, brushing your fingertips over the slick heat between your legs. âFits nice, doesnât it?â
Emilyâs jaw tightens, her eyes flicking to you briefly â but you donât wait for permission. You lean over, settle between her legs, and pull down the waistband of her slacks just enough to free her cock.
And there it is again â still thick, flushed, already hardening from nothing but the tension.
You take your time. You always take your time when youâre like this â licking the head first, slow and teasing, letting your tongue swirl around the tip where her cum is still smeared from the earlier fuck. You hum like youâre tasting something sweet and smile when her hand flies off the wheel for a second to bury in your hair.
âFuck, baby, not while Iâm driving,â she mutters, but she doesnât stop you.
You slide your lips down over her length, nice and slow, letting your mouth stretch around her cock as she stiffens against your tongue. You suck her in deep â all the way down until she hits the back of your throat â and then pull back with a wet pop just to hear her curse.
She tries to keep driving, but sheâs already a mess, her hips jerking up into your mouth, her breathing uneven. Her fingers are tangled tight in your hair now, and you let her guide you, let her fuck your face at her own pace as you moan around her cock. The vibrations make her groan â low and brutal â and sheâs muttering something like âJesus, your mouth was made for thisâ while you keep sucking her off like you live for it.
You take her deep, again and again, drool dripping down your chin, spit slicking her shaft as your cheeks hollow out, your tongue pressing just right beneath the head. Her thighs tense under your palms. You feel her twitch. You know whatâs coming.
And then she snarls, âFuck, babyâdonât swallowââ
She pulls out just in time to paint your face with it.
Hot, thick spurts of cum hit your cheek, your lips, across your nose and chin. You moan, holding still, letting it land wherever it wants, eyes half-lidded with your tongue peeking out to catch whatever drips close to your mouth.
Emilyâs panting, hand still gripping your hair as she watches you sit there, absolutely covered in her â not wiping it, not cleaning a single drop. Just sitting pretty and fucked-out, face soaked in her cum like a filthy little prize.
âGod damn,â she mutters, tucking her cock back in, zipping up with shaking fingers. âYouâre staying like that.â
You nod, smug. âWasnât planning on cleaning it off.â
She groans again, this time more desperate than satisfied, and her eyes are glued to your face the entire drive home â her own cum drying on your skin, your lips parted just enough to make her think youâd do it all over again the second she parks.
And you will.
Because youâre not done either. Not even close.
you donât get to come âtil you fuck yourself dumb on it - melissa schemmenti - 18+
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she makes you ride her hands-freeâjust your hips working to take all of her, over and over again. every bounce makes the water splash, your tits bobbing in her face while she licks and sucks your nipples raw. âlook at you,â she growls, grip bruising on your thighs. âstuffed full and desperate. Is that all youâre good for, huh? taking cock like a dumb little slut?â
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melissa schemmenti x fem!reader
Youâre already soaking by the time you straddle her lap, hot tub water sloshing around your waist, and Melissaâs just sitting there like she owns the placeâhell, owns you. That smug fucking smirk on her lips, red hair pulled up, tanned skin glistening, tits practically spilling out of a tiny black bikini top. Her eyes are locked between your legs, hungry.
And underneath the surface, you feel itâher strap, thick and hard, bumping up against your pussy, just waiting for you to sink down on it.
She raises a brow. âYou gonna sit on it, or you need help like the needy little bitch I know you are?â
Your pussy clenches, already slick and aching. You reach down under the water, guiding the thick silicone head between your folds, and the second it nudges your entrance, you whimper. You're already so wet it slides in almost too easyâstretching you, thick and deep, dragging against every nerve-ending inside you until you bottom out with a desperate moan.
âFuck,â you breathe, hands on her shoulders.
But Melissa slaps them off. âNah. No hands. You ride it all by yourself. Show me how bad you need it.â
You bite your lip, already shaking. That strap is bigâlong and girthy, curved just right to hit that spot over and overâbut itâs the base of it grinding against your clit while you ride that sends you reeling. You start moving, slow at first, hips circling, grinding down on her. Your pussyâs gripping it tight, walls fluttering, so full you can barely think.
âLook at that tight fuckinâ cunt,â Melissa growls, watching your tits bounce as you ride her. âSo greedy for cock. You hear that?â
Slap, slap, slapâyour soaked pussy smacking against her hips, water sloshing hard with every bounce, spilling over the edge of the tub.
âYeah, you fuckinâ hear it. That wet little pussy loves me.â
You nod, jaw slack, riding faster now, ass bouncing on her lap as you fuck yourself dumb. Sheâs not even helpingâjust letting you take all of it on your own, hands behind her head like sheâs enjoying the fuckinâ show. And she is.
And then she moans. Deep, low, throatier than you expected.
You blink, panting. âAreâare youâŠâ
She bites her lip. âYeah, baby. That harness is rubbinâ my clit just right. Keep bouncinâ like that and Iâll fuckinâ come with you.â
That snaps something in you. You fuck her harder, harder, like you need to make her come now, not just for you but for herâneed to see her fall apart while youâre split open on her strap.
âShit, just like thatâride it, baby. Fuckâgrind that sloppy cunt on me, I wanna feel you squeeze.â
You're both a mess. Your pussyâs soaked, stretched around the strap, dripping down to the base and mixing with the hot tub water. Her hips start thrusting up to meet yours, chasing that pressure as the harness grinds her clit raw. Waterâs crashing over the edge with every move now, the sound of your pussy squelching around the strap obscene, wet and filthy.
You grab the edge of the tub just to keep from collapsing.
âFuckfuckfuckâMelââ
âYeah, come on, babyâcome on that cock, show me how good this fuckinâ strap ruins youââ
You scream when it hits. Whole body going stiff, legs locking, pussy pulsing so hard around the strap it almost knocks the air outta you. Melissaâs hands slam down on your hips, dragging you down hard onto her cock just as she gasps and shudders, her thighs clenching.
âFuuuckâyeah, yeahâfuckinâ cominâ too, baby, fuckââ
You grind through it together, gasping, whimpering, cumming so hard the water damn near boils. She holds you tight, her strap still buried deep inside your wrecked pussy while your cunt spasms around it, milking it like itâs real.
Eventually, you slump forward, forehead on her shoulder, water rippling around you both.
Melissa lets out a breathless laugh. âHot tubâs the best fuckinâ investment I ever made.â
You canât even speak. All you can do is whimper as the strap stays stuffed inside you, and her fingers start slowly trailing down to your clit again.
âYou didnât think we were done, did you?â
You're still catching your breath when Melissa grips your hips under the water and growls, âGet the fuck up. Face-down. On the deck. Now.â
You donât argue. You canât. Your bodyâs buzzing, pussy still soaked and twitching around nothing now that sheâs pulled the strap out. You scramble up the steps, dripping wet, legs shaking like a baby deer, and flop onto the wooden deckâcheeks flushed, hair a mess, still aching for her.
The air hits your skin like ice, goosebumps racing down your spine, but it doesnât matter. You're on your hands and knees, thighs spread, ass high, and your pussyâs drippingâglossy and flushed, swollen from the way she fucked you in the tub. You can feel your slick mixing with the water sliding down your thighs, wetting the wood under your knees.
And then you hear it. Her footsteps behind you. Her breathing.
Click. The sound of the harness straps being tightened. Adjusted. Ready.
âLook at this pussy,â she mutters behind you, running her hand between your legs. Her fingers slide through your folds, slow and filthy. âSo fuckinâ wet still. All sloppy for me.â
You arch for her, needy and whimpering.
Melissa doesnât wait.
She slams back inside you in one deep thrust, burying the strap to the hilt, and you scream. Your hands shoot forward, bracing on the slick wood as her cock stretches you open again, filling you like she owns you.
âFuckâfuck, Melââ
âShut up and take it.â Her voice is rough, low, right at your ear as she bends over you, chest to your back, one hand sliding up your throat to hold you still while she fucks you.
Her hips slap into your ass, again and again, water flying off both of you with every brutal thrust. Her strap hits deep, hard, angled just right to smash into your g-spot every time she pounds into you. The sound is obsceneâwet, squelching, the smack of skin-on-skin echoing in the night.
Your pussyâs stretched wide, sucking the strap in over and over like you need it, like your bodyâs begging to be used. Your thighs are shaking, face shoved into the deck, drooling, moaning uncontrollably as she ruts into you like a fucking animal.
Melissa grips your hips tighter. âThis what you wanted, huh? To get fucked face-down like a fuckinâ bitch in heat?â
You nod, but itâs patheticâyour face is mashed against the deck, lips parted, eyes rolling.
She spits on your back. Lets it run down your spine. Her hand slips between your legs, finding your clit, soaked and throbbing.
âOh, youâre gonna come again, baby. I feel this pussy squeezingâsheâs fuckinâ choking my cock.â
You sob. Your body jerks with every thrust. Her cockâs slamming into you with no rhythm nowâjust raw power, her own hips stuttering as the base of the strap grinds into her clit harder, rougher, soaked with your slick from earlier.
Sheâs panting, fucking into you like sheâs chasing her own orgasm. âFuckâfuck, Iâm gonnaâoh my god, Iâm gonna fucking comeââ
You feel her shake. Her hips grind deep, and you hear her moan, real and broken, her orgasm ripping through her as the harness rubs her clit raw, her thighs clenching around you.
And thatâs itâyou fall over the edge with her.
Your body explodes, pussy clamping down so hard on the strap you see stars. Your vision goes white, whole body tensing, jerking, moaning into the deck like an animal as she fucks you through it.
Youâre both a mess. Her cock still buried deep in your spasming pussy, your juices dripping down your thighs onto the deck. Her hand still holding your throat, possessive and gentle all at once.
You whimper, trying to breathe.
Melissa leans down, presses a kiss to your spine. âThatâs my good girl.â
You canât even answer.
Youâre drooling on the wood.
And sheâs still inside you.
Youâre still face-down on the deck, leaking and wrecked, when Melissa finally pulls out with a slow, wet sound that makes your cunt flutter again. The thick strap is coatedâyour slick clings to the silicone in thick, shiny strands, still warm from your pussy.
She grabs your hair and yanks you up to your knees. âClean it,â she growls. âMouth open. Now.â
Your tongueâs out before she finishes the sentence.
She brings the strap to your face, tilting your chin up, and presses the tip against your lipsâshiny and messy with your own cum. The taste hits instantly: salty, sweet, yourselfâstill warm, still soaked. You lick it clean, moaning as your tongue drags over the curve of it, mouth wrapping around the head while she watches.
âFilthy little slut,â Melissa mutters, hand still tangled in your hair. âLook at you. So hungry for your own pussy, youâll suck it off my cock.â
You choke a little when she pushes it deeper, and she laughs. A warm, rough sound.
When the whole thingâs cleanâglistening from your spitâshe finally undoes the harness, lets it drop to the deck, and leans back on the edge of the hot tub with a smirk. She spreads her legs wide, her bikini bottoms already pushed aside, her cunt on full display.
And fuck, sheâs gorgeous.
Her pussyâs flushed and wet, glistening with her own slick, lips full and puffy from how hard she came earlierâlike her clitâs still throbbing, begging for more. She smells so goodâthat raw, musky sweetness that hits you right in the brain.
âGet in,â she says, nodding to the water.
You slide in, the heat swallowing your body as you move toward her. Sheâs perched on the edge now, legs open, and you settle between them, hands on her thighs, breath already shaky.
âTaste me,â Melissa says, voice low, almost a threat. âDonât stop âtil Iâm fuckinâ shaking.â
You donât waste a second.
Your tongue slides between her folds, licking a fat stripe up her slit, and she moans. Her taste floods your mouthâsalty, earthy, hot, with that rich tang of her cum still fresh from earlier. You go slow at first, savoring it, sucking her clit into your mouth and flicking your tongue over it until sheâs gasping.
âFuckâyeah, baby, right thereââ
You grip her thighs tighter, then move your hands up to her tits. You tug the bikini top down and start playing with her nipplesâpinching and rolling them between your fingers while your mouth works her cunt like itâs your last meal.
Sheâs dripping down your chin, thighs twitching under your grip. You drag your tongue down to her entrance, fuck her with it, deep and filthy, then suck her clit back into your mouth while your fingers pinch both her nipples at once.
Her whole body jerks.
âOh fuckâfuckâdonât stopâdonât fucking stopââ
You moan into her, sucking harder, faster, her clit swollen and twitching against your tongue, and thatâs when it hits her.
She screams your nameâhips snapping forward, cunt grinding against your face as she cums. Hard. Wet. Messy.
Her thighs clamp around your head, and you stay there, licking and sucking through it, her juices flooding your mouthâhot, slippery, and just a little sweet. You swallow every drop, tongue lapping up everything that spills out while your fingers keep tugging on her nipples.
Sheâs gasping, legs shaking, hand in your hair, holding you there while she rides it out.
When she finally loosens her grip, you pull back, panting, lips and chin soaked in her cum. Her chest is rising and falling, tits heaving, her pussy still glistening and twitching.
She looks down at you with that crooked grin.
âFuckinâ knew youâd be good at that,â she murmurs. âGet back up here, sweetheart. I ainât done with you yet.â
just keep sucking while i handle everything - emily prentiss - 18+
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youâre beneath her desk, glossy pink lips wrapped around her cock while she speaks calmly on the phone. she strokes your hair gently and mouths, âgood girl,â when you take it deep.
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g!p emily prentiss x fem!reader
Youâre on your knees, tucked under Emilyâs big FBI desk, cheek resting on her thigh while her cock smacks softly against your lips, already heavy with spit and precum. Youâve been down here a while, your makeup smeared to hell, mascara streaked down your cheeks like war paint, and your lipstick? Long goneâmost of itâs clinging to the base of her dick or lost somewhere in the mess of spit all over your mouth and chin.
And god, her cock is fucking perfect. Thick, real, and mean-looking. Long and weighty, easily eight inches, with that slight curve that hits everything just right. Her veins bulge just a little under the skinâhot and firm in your hands, twitching every time you moan.
The headâs fat and swollen, already a dark pink from how hard she is, slick with precum thatâs been dribbling down and mixing with your spit for minutes now. You swear she leaks like she wants you to taste her before she even fucks your throat.
Sheâs sitting back in her chair like this is just another Tuesday, one hand scrolling through emails, the other lazily gripping your hair, guiding your head up and down like youâre just a fleshlight with a pulse. âCâmon, sweet thing. Donât slow down now. Thought you said you were good at this,â she murmurs without even looking down, smirking like the cocky bitch she is.
You groan around her, choking slightly as the head hits the back of your throat, and your whole body twitches. Your hands grip her thighs for balance, nails digging in, spit and precum running down her shaft in thick strings, soaking your fingers.
You pull back for a second just to breathe, and a strand of spit clings between your bottom lip and her cockheadâthick, shiny, obscene. You blink up at her, eyes glassy, mouth wide open and dripping, tongue out like youâre begging for more.
Emily finally glances down, and fuck, the way she looks at you? Like youâre the most beautiful mess sheâs ever seen. Her lip curls into a little smirk. âYeah... just like that. Sloppy. Dumb. That mouth was made for me.â
Then her phone buzzes, and instead of stopping, she just answers it. Her voice shifts into that cool, controlled FBI tone while her cockâs still buried in your mouth. âPrentiss,â she says sharply. âYes. I reviewed it. The case is solid.â
You're choking again, eyes watering hard as she guides your head down, taking her all the way until your nose is shoved against her pelvis, inhaling the warm, musky scent of her arousal. Her cock throbs on your tongue.
You gag and try to breathe through your nose, tears streaming freely now. But she doesnât even pause her callâshe just strokes your cheek with her thumb, comforting like sheâs not actively throatfucking you while on a call with some deputy director.
âSheâs handling it now,â she says into the phone, and you swear sheâs talking about you. âEverythingâs under control.â
God, she knows exactly what sheâs doing.
When she finally hangs up, she tosses the phone on the desk and leans forward, looking down at you like sheâs about to ruin you.
âYouâre such a fuckinâ mess,â she growls, both hands gripping your hair now. âDrool everywhere, eyes all teary, and youâre still begginâ with that dumb little face.â
She slaps her cock against your tongue a few times, the head flushed and angry, shiny with spit. âYou want me to fuck your throat, baby? Want it rough?â
You nod like a desperate whore, whimpering, lips glossy, tongue hanging out. You canât talkâyou donât need to talk.
Then she gives it to you.
Hard.
Her cock slams back into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat with every rough thrust. Her hips roll with precision, fucking into you like she knows exactly how far she can push you before you break. Your jaw aches, throat stretching wide around her thickness, spit bubbling up and spilling down your chin, soaking your tits and her thighs. The soundsâwet, gaggy, disgustingâfill the room, along with her low, guttural groans.
âFuck, baby⊠fuck. Gonna cum,â she grits out, pulling you down until sheâs fully buried.
Then she goes still.
You feel her cock throb once⊠twice⊠and then she explodes in your throatâhot, thick ropes of cum pumping straight down while you moan around her. You can barely breathe, barely swallow fast enough. Her cum floods your mouth, some of it leaking back out and mixing with the mess already coating your face.
She holds you there while she empties every last drop into your throat, hips twitching, breath ragged. When she finally lets go, you pull back slowly, her cock slipping out of your mouth with a filthy pop. A final stream of white drools from your lips and drips to the floor.
Youâre panting, face a disaster, throat sore, tears drying on your cheeks. You look up at her, dumb and blissed-out, mouth still open in case she wants to feed you more.
Emily strokes your jaw, thumb swiping a bit of cum from your lip, then pushing it back into your mouth.
âSwallow,â she commands. You do.
âGood girl.â
Emily leans back in her chair, still breathing heavy, her cock wet and glistening with your spit and her cum, resting against her toned stomach. Youâre still on your knees, mouth swollen and lips shiny, staring up at her like a dazed, needy slutâbecause you are. But then she shifts, sharp eyes narrowing slightly as she glances toward the office door.
âStay right there,â she murmurs, standing slowly, towering over you with her blouse half-unbuttoned and her cock still hard, dripping. She stalks to the door, heels clicking quietly on the tile, and double-checks the lockâclicks it once, then tests it again just to be sure.
Then she turns back to you with a dark grin that makes your thighs clench.
âGood. Now come here and ride this cock like the dumb little bunny you are.â
You scramble to your feet, dizzy and aching between your legs. She sinks back into her chair and spreads her thighs wide, cock twitching, precum leaking from the flushed head and sliding down the shaft in sticky beads. She wraps a fist around it and strokes herself lazily, watching you climb into her lap like itâs your goddamn job.
And it kind of is.
Your hands rest on her shoulders as you hover above her cock, your slick folds already soaked, practically dripping from sucking her off like a good girl. You line her up, and she just smirks, one hand gripping your hip.
âDonât tease,â she growls, voice low and dangerous. âSit the fuck down.â
So you do.
You sink onto her, slow at firstâfeeling the fat head stretch your entrance wide, making your breath catch. Sheâs thick, and your pussy flutters around her as she pushes in deeper, inch by inch, until sheâs fully inside you, buried to the hilt. You choke out a little moan and cling to her shoulders as your thighs tremble.
âGod damn,â she groans, hands gripping your ass tight. âSo fuckinâ warm and tight, baby. You missed this cock, huh?â
You canât even speak. Youâre full. Stuffed. Her cock hits so deep, every little twitch inside you makes your whole body shake. You try to moveâjust a little roll of your hipsâbut she grabs your ass with both hands and starts to help you grind on her.
Up. Down. Slow, deep thrusts, the kind that drag against your walls and make your eyes roll back. Her cock presses right against your g-spot, making you see stars with every bounce. Her hands guide you like sheâs in total controlâeven though youâre on top, youâre not in charge. Youâre just her toy, her dripping little fuckdoll.
And you love it.
âLook at that dumb face,â she murmurs, one hand sliding up your spine to grip the back of your neck. âYouâre cockdrunk already, huh?â
You nod frantically, mouth open, tits bouncing with every grind. Her cock glides in and out of you with filthy wet soundsâyour slick coating her with every thrust, mixing with the mess from earlier. Youâre soaked, and itâs everywhereâon her thighs, down your legs, pooling on the chair. Youâre riding her like a bitch in heat now, hips slapping, cunt gripping her cock like it never wants to let go.
âBounce, baby. Thatâs it. Ride it. Show me how bad you need it.â
Youâre moaning now, whining, whimpering her name every time she hits that perfect spot deep inside. Your clit grinds against her pelvis, and your thighs start to shake.
âGonna cum for me?â she says, low and smug, sweat beading on her chest. âGonna cream all over my cock like a good little whore?â
You nod, desperate and barely holding it together. Your bodyâs already tipping over the edge. And when her fingers find your clitâpressing down, rubbing tight circlesâyou shatter.
You cum hard, pussy clenching around her like a vice, back arching, legs twitching. You scream her name, hips jerking as the orgasm rips through you. Your juices gush out, dripping down her cock in sticky streams, soaking her thighs and the chair beneath you.
Emily groans, grabbing your hips and slamming you down hard.
âFuck .. gonna fill you up again,â she growls, eyes wild, cock throbbing deep inside your fluttering cunt.
She cums with a loud grunt, hips snapping up as she spills deep inside you, pumping thick, hot ropes of cum into your pussy. You can feel itâfeel every pulse, every twitch of her cock as she fills you to the brim. It leaks out around her shaft almost instantly, mixing with your own mess and dripping onto her thighs in creamy streaks.
When itâs over, she holds you there, impaled on her cock, her hands stroking your back as you collapse against her chest, boneless and wrecked.
âFuckinâ perfect,â she whispers, kissing your temple.
âYouâre not goinâ anywhere, baby. Not until I see that pussy leaking all over my chair.â
itâs too big .. i want all of it - melissa schemmenti - 18+
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melissaâs already trembling before you even get inside her. sheâs straddling your lap, blouse open, skirt bunched around her waist, and her soaked panties pushed to the side. your cock is thick, long, and heavy against her slit â so much bigger than anything sheâs had before.
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melissa schemmenti x g!p fem!reader
It starts with her grinding on you in your bed, barely lit by the streetlight leaking through the blinds. Sheâs straddling you in that tight little skirt she didnât even bother taking off, blouse open, tits out and flushed â flushed like her face, like her thighs, like the mess already soaking through her panties.
Sheâs needy, whimpering into your mouth, kissing you with a hunger she usually masks under all that attitude. But tonight? Sheâs desperate. Already dripping. And your cock hasnât even touched her yet.
You push her panties to the side and run the head of your cock through her slick folds, watching her hips twitch and her breath catch.
"You're already so wet, baby," you murmur against her jaw, dragging your cock head down until it nudges her entrance. "You want it that bad, huh? Just been sitting on my lap thinking about how this big fucking cockâs gonna stretch you out?â
She nods, but itâs frantic â overwhelmed. Because when she looks down and sees the way your cockâs throbbing beneath her, fat and veiny and very real, her whole body tenses. Her thighs tighten around your waist, her lip quivers, and she whispers, "Itâs not gonna fitâŠ"
But youâre already gripping her hips. "Yeah it will," you growl. "You're gonna take all of it. You need it too bad not to."
You start slow, pressing the tip in, and she instantly gasps â her head falling back, mouth open in a silent cry. She's tight, so goddamn tight you feel every inch as her walls clench down hard, sucking you in like she was made for you. Itâs hot, wet, gripping, and you have to fight the urge to bury yourself all at once.
"Fuuuckâ" you groan, watching her struggle to take you. Her nails dig into your shoulders, tears pricking her eyes.
"Itâs s-so big," she whimpers. "Fuck, I can feel itâ I can feel it in my stomachâ"
You glance down and see it. That thick bulge pressing up under her belly, moving when you shift your hips. You press your palm there, gently, and she nearly screams. Her whole body jerks, pussy clenching down so hard itâs like her bodyâs begging you to stay deep.
âYou feel that? Thatâs my cock, right there in your tummy,â you murmur, lips brushing her ear. âLook how deep I am, Melissa. Look how full you are.â
Sheâs moaning now â helpless, high-pitched, trembling. You start thrusting slow but deep, and her whole body rocks with every movement. Her legs are already shaking, her cunt milking you like it wants your cum now.
"You're fucking made for me, baby," you grunt, snapping your hips up harder. âYou feel how you squeeze me? Like you want me to knock you up.â
Melissa moans loud â embarrassingly loud â and tries to cover her mouth, but you yank her hand away and pin it to the mattress.
âDonât you dare hide that. Let me hear how much you want it. You want this cock to stuff you full, donât you? Want me to fuck a baby into this tight little pussy?â
She loses it.
Her body seizes up, thighs locked around you, eyes rolled back, and she just screams. Not a cute whimper â a raw, broken cry as her whole body shudders and suddenly, she squirts. Itâs messy, intense, uncontrollable â gushing around your cock, soaking your thighs, the sheets, everything. Her pussyâs clenching like mad, like she canât get enough of you, like her bodyâs dragging your cum out of you.
You curse under your breath, hips stuttering, because thatâs all it takes â the sight of her soaking you, twitching and overstimulated under you, moaning your name with that fucked-out look in her eyes. You slam into her one last time and bury yourself to the base, cock swelling, and thenâ
You come. Hard.
Thick ropes of cum shoot deep inside her, filling her so full you feel it leak out around your cock even though youâre still buried inside. You stay there, holding her hips down, cock twitching with every pulse as her walls milk you for everything youâve got.
Sheâs gasping. Shaking. Whining, "Sâfull⊠oh my god⊠I can feel itââ
You press against her tummy again and feel your cum sloshing around deep inside. Her pussy twitches again, and she nearly sobs from how sensitive she is.
"Youâre fucking mine now,â you whisper, licking sweat from her neck. âThat pussyâs bred. Stuffed full of my cum. You feel it, donât you?"
She nods, barely able to speak.
And you just smirk.
Youâre still inside her, both of you panting, her pussy twitching around your cock as your cum slowly leaks out of her, messy and hot between her thighs. Sheâs boneless above you, clinging to your shoulders, flushed and soaked and ruined â but your mouth is still hungry.
You kiss her, slow and deep, fingers curling around her jaw as you murmur against her lips, âCome sit on my face, baby.â
She blinks, dazed. âWhat?â
You smile, cock still buried in her, and slowly lift her off your lap. She whimpers as you slide out of her, your cock slipping free with a wet, obscene sound, followed by a drip of thick cum spilling out of her swollen cunt. You watch it â entranced â then look up at her with a dark glint in your eyes.
âI said,â you repeat, laying back and patting your chest, âride my fucking face. I want to taste you â taste me â leaking out of your messy little hole.â
Melissa shudders. Her knees wobble a little as she crawls up your body, legs trembling from the aftershocks of everything you just did to her. She hesitates for a second, hovering over your face, thighs on either side of your head, pussy right there â glistening, swollen, red and slick with your cum dripping from her core.
And then you grab her thighs and pull her down onto your mouth.
She gasps â a choked little cry â as your tongue dives in, licking a long, slow stripe up her slit before circling her entrance. You hum like sheâs your last meal, nosing into her folds, tongue lapping up every drop of slick and cum. Sheâs soaked, salty and sweet and thick with your seed, and you drink it all in like youâre starved for it.
You slide your tongue inside her and start fucking her with it â deep, slow thrusts that make her hips twitch and her thighs clench around your head. Her hands scramble for something to hold onto, eventually settling in your hair, grinding down against your mouth with helpless, greedy little whines.
âOh my god, babyâfuckâyour tongueââ she moans, head tossed back, hips moving on their own. âYouâreâmmhâyouâre licking your own cum outta meâwhat the fuckââ
You groan into her pussy, the vibration making her shiver. You love how messy she is. How ruined. Her swollen cunt clenches every time your tongue pushes back inside her, slurping and swirling and pushing your cum back in as fast as it leaks out.
And the more you tongue-fuck her, the more desperate she gets.
Sheâs crying now â overwhelmed, sensitive, already on the edge again. Her clit brushes your nose every time her hips rock forward, and you start grinding up into it just to wreck her faster. Her whole bodyâs trembling above you, thighs shaking, voice breaking.
âIâI canâtâbaby, I canât, Iâm gonnaââ
You growl, lock your arms around her thighs, and drag her hips down even harder against your mouth. You suck her clit into your mouth, tongue flicking furiously while your nose nudges her slick entrance, and thatâs all it takes.
She screams.
Full-body tremor, thighs locked tight around your head, hips jerking forward in frantic little spasms as she gushes again â not just a squirt this time, itâs a flood. She soaks your face completely, her pussy squirting all over you as she rides out the most violent orgasm of her life, trembling, crying, moaning your name like a prayer.
You donât stop. You keep licking her, slower now, just cleaning her up â licking up the mix of slick and cum and squirt from her dripping cunt, kissing between her thighs, tongue lazily dragging through the mess while she twitches above you.
She finally collapses forward onto your chest, body limp, face buried in your neck.
âYouâre⊠fucking insane,â she breathes.
You just smirk, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand and giving her ass a little squeeze.
âAnd you fucking love it.â
Melissa's body is still trembling when you flip her onto her back, but her legs fall open instinctively, pussy glistening and twitching with every breath. Sheâs flushed, lips swollen, face streaked with tears and sweat â and she looks so fucking good like this. Raw. Wrecked. Yours.
âY-youâre not done?â she breathes out, voice hoarse, barely holding on.
âNot yet, baby,â you murmur, climbing over her. âOne more. Gonna fill you up one last time.â
Before she can respond, you grab the back of her thigh and fold her in half â one leg pushed up over her shoulder, the other bent out wide. You slide your cock between her soaked folds, and even after everything, sheâs still tight â clenching around you like she doesnât want to let go.
You push in slow at first, just to watch the expression on her face â her jaw drops, eyes fluttering shut as your cock sinks in again, stretching her open. Youâre already so fucking deep in this position, and when your hips bottom out, your stomach brushes hers and you swear you feel her fucking pulse around you.
Sheâs gone. Moaning, begging, grabbing at the sheets like she canât survive another round â but the second you pull back and thrust in again, hard, sharp, deep, she screams for it.
"FUCKâright there, baby, right fucking thereâ"
You fuck into her like youâre trying to live inside her â fast, brutal thrusts that punch deep into her every time your hips snap forward. Sheâs folded up tight, stomach pressed up, tits bouncing, her pussy dripping with slick and cum and the obscene, wet sound of it echoing through the room.
You press down on her lower belly again and feel yourself inside her â bulging against her skin, so deep she can barely breathe.
âYou feel that, baby?â you pant, voice wrecked. âThatâs me, right fucking thereââ
She sobs, nodding frantically, fingers digging into your biceps as her pussy clenches again, fluttering around you.
âI-Iâm gonnaâfuck, Iâm gonna come, pleaseâplease donât stopââ
You slam into her faster, harder, dragging her down the mattress with each thrust. Her whole body is vibrating now, legs locked up, eyes wide and glassy.
âCome for me,â you growl, thrusting deep and holding there, grinding your hips into hers, rubbing against her g-spot. âCome on my cock, Mel. Wanna feel you fall apart while I fill this perfect pussy one last time.â
And then she breaks.
Her whole body goes stiff, then snaps â pussy squeezing so tight around you itâs like a vice, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as her third orgasm crashes over her. She convulses under you, squirting again â not as much this time, but still enough to make your cock slick and your thighs soaked.
You canât hold it anymore.
You curse, choke out her name, and slam into her one last time â burying yourself to the hilt as your cock twitches, then explodes inside her. Thick, hot cum floods her pussy, spilling around your cock as you pump her full all over again, grinding into her as deep as you can, not wasting a single drop.
Sheâs shaking, barely conscious, breath stuttering as she takes all of it. Her fingers grip your forearm like itâs the only thing keeping her grounded.
You stay there, buried inside her, breathing heavy against her shoulder. Both of you soaked. Spent. Absolutely destroyed.
You kiss her cheek softly and murmur against her ear:
âYouâre fucking perfect.â
Sheâs too tired to speak â just hums, smiling lazily, filled to the brim and happy to be ruined by you.
late night phone call - melissa schemmenti - 18+
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you call her late, voice all sleepy and sweet. sheâs already in bed, voice rough with exhaustion, but when you start describing what youâre wearing⊠sheâs suddenly wide awake. âput the phone on speaker,â she growls. âand donât stop touching yourself until i say so.â
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melissa schemmenti x fwb!female reader
You call her close to midnight, tucked under your sheets, body still warm from the shower. The apartment is quiet, dim, lit only by the amber glow of the bedside lamp. You're already stretched across the mattress in just one thing: Melissaâs old shirt, soft with wear, smelling faintly like her perfume and cigarette smoke. It hangs off you oversized, sleeves to your elbows, hem just barely grazing the tops of your thighs â and nothing underneath.
She picks up after three rings. Her voice is hoarse with sleep. âWhatâs wrong?â
âNothing,â you say softly, lips brushing the receiver like youâre whispering into her ear. âI just⊠couldnât sleep. Missed your voice.â
A beat. You can picture her â head heavy against the pillow, red hair tousled, one eye squinting open at the time. âItâs late,â she mutters, but thereâs no heat behind it. Then, quieter: âWhatâre you wearinâ?â
You smile, biting your bottom lip, heartbeat kicking up just from the question. âOne of your shirts.â
Thereâs a pause. You hear the subtle rustle of her turning over in bed. Her voice deepens, shifts into something darker. âYeah?â
You hum, dragging your fingers lightly along your inner thigh. âThe black one. It still smells like you.â
âJesus,â she murmurs. You donât miss the tension behind the word.
âNo panties,â you add, just to push it further.
The silence crackles between you â thick and electric.
Then she says, âPut the phone on speaker.â
Your fingers tremble slightly as you obey, setting it beside you on the pillow. Her voice comes through a little louder now, raspier, more commanding. âGood girl. Now listen to me and do exactly what I say.â
A bolt of heat shoots through you. âYes, maâam.â
You hear the sharp inhale she takes when you say it. âFuck. Alright. Start slow. Show me how you touch yourself when Iâm not there.â
You drag your fingertips back up your inner thighs, teasing just beneath the hem of the shirt. Your legs fall open naturally, spreading for her even though sheâs not here to see it. Your fingers glide over your folds â already wet, already aching â and you let out a soft moan when you brush over your clit.
âAlready wet for me?â she asks, voice low and almost smug.
You can barely speak. âYeah. Thinking about you. Your voice. Your hands.â
âThen donât tease yourself. I want two fingers, right now. In deep.â
You gasp as you obey, sinking two fingers inside yourself, slow at first, the stretch familiar and satisfying. Your back arches off the mattress slightly. You moan again, louder this time, not bothering to hold back. Melissa lets out a low sound on the other end, something like a groan.
âThatâs it, baby. You sound so fuckinâ pretty when you take it slow like that.â
You keep moving â curling your fingers just right, the slick sound obscene in the quiet room. Your hips start to roll with every thrust, chasing the friction. Your other hand creeps up your body, slips beneath the shirt to cup your breast, thumb circling your nipple until itâs stiff and aching.
âYou playing with your tits too?â she growls.
âYes,â you breathe. âWish they were your hands. Wish your mouth was on me.â
Thereâs a strained pause. Then: âIâd suck you so slow, baby. Hold your legs open and lick you until you begged me to stop.â
âMelissa,â you gasp, your pace faltering from the sheer want in her voice.
âYou close?â she asks, her tone suddenly sharp. âYou better not come yet.â
âIâm trying,â you whimper. âIâm so close, fuckââ
âHarder,â she commands. âI want you to fuck yourself hard. Pretend itâs my fingers. You know how deep I go.â
You moan, loud and desperate now, pushing your fingers in harder, deeper, angling them the way she does when sheâs knuckle-deep inside you and murmuring filth against your skin. You can feel it building fast, white-hot and unbearable, pressure winding tighter with every wet stroke.
âSay my name,â she growls. âSay it while you come.â
And when it hits â it hits. You cry out her name, high and broken, body convulsing, thighs shaking as the orgasm rolls through you in waves. You donât stop until you're spent and panting, fingers still buried inside, the sound of your slick and your breath the only thing filling the room.
You lie there trembling, body buzzing, lips parted as you slowly come back to yourself.
Thereâs silence on the line for a moment. Then Melissa speaks again, her voice hoarse and wrecked with restraint.
âIâm gettinâ in the car.â
Your eyes flutter open. âWhat?â
âYou think Iâm gonna let you sleep like that? After that? Nah. Keep the shirt on. Leave the door unlocked. Iâll be there in ten.â
You grin as you roll onto your side, flushed and sated. âDrive safe, maâam.â
She groans. âYou say that again when I walk through that door, I swear to Godââ
Click.
You barely have time to straighten the sheets before you hear the familiar sound of her keys jangling in the lock. Your heart stutters. You leave the lamp on, body still humming from earlier, Melissaâs shirt clinging to your skin in all the places it got damp when you came apart over the phone.
The door swings open. You sit up slowly, legs folded beneath you, trying not to smile too wide when you see her standing there â hair tousled, jacket thrown over sweats, that familiar scowl barely hiding the fire behind her eyes.
Her gaze drops instantly to your bare thighs. âStill wearing my shirt?â
You nod, watching the way her jaw tightens.
She shuts the door behind her without a word, then stalks toward you like sheâs been thinking about this â you â the entire drive over. You donât move. You want her to take her time, to look at you like this, flushed and ready, already ruined once tonight and aching for more.
But Melissa doesnât take her time.
She climbs onto the bed, pushes you back without ceremony, and slots herself between your legs like she owns the space there â and fuck, she does. Her hands slide up your thighs, rough palms spreading you open, tugging the shirt up and over your hips until itâs bunched around your waist.
âLemme see that pretty pussy,â she growls, eyes locked between your legs.
You spread them wider without hesitation. She lets out a low groan.
âFuck, look at you. Still so wet. You dripping for me, baby?â
You nod breathlessly. âI didnât come down. Still throbbing.â
âOh, Iâll take care of that,â she murmurs, voice thick. âGonna get you writhing for me all over again.â
Then she leans in.
She doesnât ease in soft, doesnât tease. She licks a long, slow stripe up your slit and groans into it, burying her face between your thighs like sheâs starved. Her tongue is firm and unrelenting, circling your clit, then flattening over it, sucking just hard enough to make you cry out.
You fist the sheets, hips twitching. âMelissa fuckââ
She doesnât stop. One hand comes up to press flat against your stomach, holding you down. Her other hand slips two fingers back inside you without warning â her rings cold against your heat, her thrusts deep and perfect. She crooks them just right and doesnât stop licking your clit while she fucks you open.
âStay still,â she rasps. âYou wanna come, you take it.â
Youâre already trembling, gasping, your legs trying to close around her head but sheâs stronger, pinning you wide open with her forearm and moaning against your cunt like she loves the way you taste. Every flick of her tongue is fire, and her fingers donât slow, curling deep inside you over and over again until youâre babbling her name.
âIâfuck, Iâm gonnaââ
âThatâs right,â she growls, lips slick with you. âCome on my face, baby. I want it. Now.â
You break.
The orgasm rips through you sharp and deep, your thighs shaking, fingers tangling in her hair as your hips jerk against her mouth. She groans when you come, keeps licking, keeps fucking you through it like she wants to feel every aftershock, every spasm of your body clenching around her hand.
You can barely breathe by the time she finally pulls back, her lips glistening, her eyes heavy with want.
âYouâre a fuckinâ mess,â she says, voice low and wrecked.
You laugh weakly. âThat your fault.â
Melissa leans over you, palms on either side of your head, and kisses you â hard and deep, letting you taste yourself on her tongue. âYou think weâre done?â she murmurs against your lips.
âI ... no,â you whisper. âGod, no.â
She smirks.
âGood. âCause Iâm not leaving until Iâve made you come again. And again. And again.â
Before you can catch your breath, sheâs already moving â pulling off her jacket, yanking her t-shirt over her head, bare underneath. Her tits bounce as she tosses the shirt to the floor. You barely get a second to admire them before she shoves her sweatpants down, no underwear there either, her toned thighs flexing as she kicks them off. She climbs back into bed like a woman possessed.
Now sheâs naked above you, skin flushed, red hair wild, her eyes locked on yours like sheâs daring you to look anywhere else.
You canât. Sheâs gorgeous. All soft curves and heat. She settles between your legs again, but this time she doesnât reach for your pussy. No â this time, she grabs your hips and drags you downward, lining her body up with yours until her wet heat is pressed against your own.
Your breath catches. âMelissaââ
âShut up,â she growls. âYou said you were still throbbing.â
You are. Youâre soaked. And now so is she.
She shifts her hips forward, and the moment your pussies slide together, slick to slick, your back arches like youâve been electrocuted.
âOh my godââ
âYeah, baby,â she groans. âFeel that? Thatâs me. So wet for you.â
She starts grinding. Slow at first, dragging her clit against yours with purpose, with rhythm, her hands tight on your hips guiding the motion. You fall into it easily, matching her thrust for thrust, and the wet sounds of your bodies grinding together are fucking obscene.
Your thighs burn, your stomach tightens. Her breasts bounce with every motion, her breath coming fast through clenched teeth.
âLook at you,â she hisses, eyes dropping to where youâre joined. âSo fucking messy down there. Can feel how much you want it.â
You can barely reply â too overwhelmed by the pressure, the pace, the raw drag of your clits rubbing just right. Your fingers find her waist, nails digging in as you meet her thrusts, desperate for more.
She leans forward suddenly, one hand braced beside your head, the other still locked tight on your hip. The angle changes â and the second your clit hits hers just right, your mouth drops open on a broken sob of a moan.
âThere it is,â she pants, sweat dripping from her chest onto yours. âRight there, huh? Thatâs what gets you?â
âYesfuck, yesâdonât stop, pleaseââ
âYou come when I say,â she growls, voice gone feral.
You try to hold back, but she keeps going, grinding harder now, faster, rougher. Your wetness is smeared across both your thighs, your clits swollen and sensitive and locked together in this filthy, desperate rhythm that neither of you can break.
Your stomach tightens. Your legs start to shake.
âMelissa...â
âYou come with me,â she pants. âSay it.â
âWith you,â you gasp. âPlease...I want toââ
âThen come.â
Itâs instant. You cry out, legs clamping around her as the orgasm rips through you, sharp and electric and raw. Sheâs right there with you, gasping your name, riding it out with you, her hips still grinding through it until youâre both a soaking, trembling mess.
She collapses on top of you, chests heaving, your thighs still pressed together, slick and throbbing and sore.
For a long moment, neither of you says anything. Just breathing. Just feeling.
Then Melissa lifts her head, looks down at you, eyes still dark and wild. âYou better not be done.â
You blink up at her, dazed. âWhat?â
She smirks. âI said âagain and again and again,â didnât I?â
You're still tangled up when your body finally stops trembling. Your skin is sticky with sweat, your thighs slick, your breath still shaky as Melissa shifts above you, propping herself up on one elbow. Her bare chest hovers over yours, and her titsâJesus Christ, her titsâare right there. Flushed. Bouncing slightly from her breath. Untouched.
You frown, lips still swollen and sensitive. âYou know,â you murmur, voice hoarse, âweâve been doing all this, and I still havenât had your tits in my mouth.â
Melissa laughs, low and wrecked, like youâve just reminded her of something vitally important. âThat so?â
You pout up at her, dragging your nails lightly down her ribs. âItâs a tragedy. Honestly, I feel neglected.â
She raises an eyebrow and shifts fully on top of you, straddling your hips again, thighs bracketing yours. âPoor baby,â she coos, but her tone is dripping with sarcasm. âYou want my tits in your mouth, huh?â
You nod, eyes wide and hungry, because fuck yes you do. You want everything. You want to suck on her nipples until she forgets her own name. You want to tease her, bite a little, make her beg while you take your time.
Melissa leans in slow, deliberately dragging her nipples over your mouth but not letting you catch one.
âYou want it,â she murmurs, brushing her breast over your lips again. âThen open that pretty mouth.â
You do. And the second you do, she presses in, lets you wrap your lips around her nipple and suck.
You moan. Loud and shameless.
She's so warm, so soft in your mouth, and you flick your tongue against the peak, sucking greedily. Her hips twitch against your stomach. You glance up â her headâs thrown back, lips parted, her breathing uneven already.
âFuck,â she breathes. âYou got a mouth made for this.â
You hum in agreement and switch sides, dragging your tongue from one nipple to the other before closing your lips around it. You suck a little harder this time, using your teeth just enough to make her gasp.
Her thighs tighten around your hips. Her cunt grinds down against your stomach.
âKeep doing that, and Iâm gonna come just from your fuckinâ mouth,â she warns, voice strained.
You grin up at her, lips wet, and say, âIsnât that the point?â
That does it. She growls low in her throat and grabs the back of your head, pressing your face into her chest, forcing you to keep sucking. You go willingly, hungrily, wrapping your arms around her back to keep her close.
She rides your stomach slowly, the mess between her legs dripping down onto your skin. Her nipples are stiff and swollen now, your spit glistening on them as she pulls back just enough to look down at you â flushed, panting, breasts red from your mouth.
âGreedy little thing,â she mutters. âYou want me to come on you?â
You nod, breathless. âPlease.â
She grinds again, harder, and your hands move to her ass, guiding her as she fucks herself against your body.
âKeep sucking,â she pants. âDonât stop. Donât fuckinâ stop.â
You do as youâre told, sucking hard while she rocks against you, your stomach slick with her wetness, the pace turning frantic. Sheâs cursing under her breath now, fingers fisting the sheets beside your head.
And then she breaks.
Her body locks up, hips jerking wildly as she comes hard, her clit dragging over your skin, your lips still locked around her nipple. She moans long and low, voice rough and raw and so fucking hot, and you hold her close through it, swallowing every sound she makes.
When she finally collapses on top of you, sheâs trembling. Sweaty. Completely wrecked.
âHoly fuck,â she mutters into your neck. âYou got a mouth on you, huh?â
You smile smugly. âTold you I felt neglected.â
She chuckles, breath warm on your throat. âWell. Canât have that.â
âNow get comfy,â she murmurs. âYouâre gonna ride my thigh next. And this time, you donât stop âtil I say so.â
She pulls you up without warning, grabbing your hips like she owns them and dragging you across her lap. Her thigh slots perfectly between yours, firm and slick with sweat, muscles taut under your cunt as she spreads her legs wider to give you more room to ride.
Youâre soaked. Absolutely fucking dripping. The second your cunt makes contact with the solid press of her thigh, you let out a needy, high-pitched sound that makes her smirk.
âYeah,â Melissa murmurs, voice low and dangerous, âyou need it, donât you?â
You nod, already rocking your hips forward, dragging your clit along her thigh. The friction is unreal â every movement sends sparks up your spine. Sheâs still warm from her own orgasm, her skin damp under your knees, and the heat between your bodies is suffocating in the best way.
âYouâre gonna ride it, baby,â she says, tightening her grip on your ass. âYouâre gonna rub that pretty pussy all over my thigh, and youâre not stopping âtil youâve come three fuckinâ times.â
Your eyes go wide. âThree?â
She nods, dragging you forward harder, like you weigh nothing. âThree. And if you stop, I start the count over.â
Your stomach flips, your clit throbbing. That threat goes straight to your core.
So you move.
You grind forward, hips rolling slow at first, catching your clit just right on the firm muscle of her thigh. She flexes it for you, smirking when your mouth drops open. Itâs perfect. You ride her like youâve been waiting for this all night â wet and fast, your slick spreading over her skin, every drag of your clit against her leaving you closer, closer, closerâ
âIâm gonnaâfuckâIâm gonna come,â you pant.
âGood. Do it. Soak me.â
You cry out when it hits. Your thighs clamp down around hers, hips jerking wildly as your orgasm crashes over you, clit pulsing hard against her thigh. Youâre soaked, making a mess all over her, but she doesnât stop. Doesnât let you.
Her hands grab your hips again, dragging you back into motion before youâve even finished shaking.
âThatâs one,â she growls. âGive me two more.â
You whimper, but you keep grinding â even though youâre already sensitive, already gasping. It hurts, a little, but itâs so good, that sweet ache as your clit rubs against her slick, flexing thigh again and again. Melissa leans up and bites your shoulder, hard enough to leave a mark, and the pain only drives you further.
âYouâre such a fuckinâ mess,â she rasps against your neck. âDripping all over me. This pussy donât even know when to quit.â
Your second orgasm hits harder â sharper, more desperate. You grab her shoulders and scream when it rolls through you, your whole body trembling as you grind through it, hips stuttering. Your slick spills over her skin, sticky and hot, making it easier and dirtier and more intense.
âThatâs two,â she pants. âCome on, baby. One more. I know you got it in you.â
Youâre sobbing now, dizzy from the overstimulation, but you keep going because you canât stop â you need it, need to come one more time, just to make her proud. She grabs your face, pulls you in, and kisses you â hard and messy, tongue already deep in your mouth before you can catch your breath.
Itâs disgusting. Itâs perfect.
Your lips slip, teeth clack. Her tongue tangles with yours, spit dripping from the corners of your mouths as she fucks your face with her mouth just as relentlessly as you fuck her thigh with your cunt. You moan into her mouth, helpless, broken open, completely hers.
And then it happens.
The third orgasm rips through you without warning â deeper than the others, drawn out and full-body, your thighs squeezing around her like a vice as you grind down frantically. You scream her name into her mouth, hips rolling uncontrollably, your clit pulsing over and over and over again until you canât anymore.
Your body collapses against her, trembling and drenched and gasping.
Melissa pulls her lips from yours, dragging one final filthy kiss across your cheek before she speaks, her voice like gravel and smoke.
âThere she is,â she whispers. âLook at my good girl.â
You laugh â breathless, overwhelmed â and let yourself melt into her chest, her arms wrapping tight around you, her thigh still soaked with you, her mouth still sticky from all the spit you shared.
She strokes your back lazily, lips brushing your temple.
âYouâre stayinâ the night,â you murmur.
âWasnât planning on leaving.â
âGood,â you say. ââCause next time, you're tying me up.â
the daddy files: daddy's busy, baby - emily prentiss - 18+
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you only wanted a little attention. but when daddy finally gives it to you, itâs more than you ever knew you needed.
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emily prentiss x bimbo!girlfriend
Emily sat at her sleek mahogany desk in the home office you both shared, though âsharedâ was a stretch, considering you rarely used it for anything other than sitting in her lap while she worked.
Rain tapped gently against the window, but the quiet hum of the room was thick with tension. Emilyâs brow furrowed as she flipped through an old case file, the lamplight casting a soft glow over her stern features. She looked tired, focused, so serious. It made your thighs clench.
You padded into the room on bare feet, wearing nothing but a pair of baby-pink lace panties and one of her crisp white button-downs, oversized and unbuttoned. You didnât bother with a bra. She liked it better that way.
âDaddyâŠâ you cooed, voice syrupy sweet as you leaned against the doorway, dragging one finger down the edge of the doorframe. âYouâve been in here forever.â
âIâm working,â she said flatly, eyes never leaving the page. âGo relax, baby.â
You pouted, stepping closer. âBut I wanna sit with you. Iâve been so good all dayâŠâ
Emily didnât respond, but her eyes flicked up just for a second: just long enough to take in the way your nipples pressed against the thin fabric. Just long enough to catch the mischievous glint in your eyes.
Without waiting for permission, you slipped onto her lap, legs draped over one side, chest against hers, nuzzling your face into her neck. She let out a soft breath, and her hands instinctively landed on your bare thighs.
You shifted slightly, grinding your ass against her lap.
âYouâre needy tonight,â she murmured.
âI miss you,â you whispered, voice feather-light against her ear. âAnd Iâm so wet, Daddy⊠I canât stop thinking about you.â
Emilyâs jaw tensed. She closed the file.
âOh?â Her voice dropped, low and dangerous. âShow me.â
Your eyes sparkled as you leaned back just enough to pull your panties to the side, revealing slick, swollen lips. You were glistening, a shiny little mess just for her. Your folds were puffy, flushed with heat, and soaked enough to leave a wet patch on her slacks.
âJesus Christ,â she muttered, the low growl in her throat making your toes curl. One hand cupped your pussy, fingers gliding effortlessly through the slickness. She smirked. âYouâre dripping. All this just because Iâve been ignoring you?â
You nodded, lip between your teeth. âI hate when youâre busy.â
âMmm. Poor baby.â
She slid one finger insideâslow, deliberate, curling just right. You gasped, clinging to her shoulders as your thighs trembled around her wrist.
âSuch a tight little cunt,â she whispered, eyes locked on yours. âAnd so fucking needy. You like this, huh? Being fingered like a dumb little doll in Daddyâs lap?â
âY-Yes,â you whimpered, breath catching as she added a second finger, pumping them deep and slow, thumb circling your clit in lazy, teasing strokes. Your pussy fluttered around her, greedy for more.
Her voice was gravel against your throat. âThatâs it, baby. Ride my fingers. Make a mess. You wanted my attention and now you have all of it.â
You rocked your hips shamelessly, panting, moaning into her neck. The squelch of her fingers in your cunt filled the quiet room, obscene and wet and perfect. You were so close already, clenching hard around her with every thrust.
âPlease, Daddy,â you gasped, âPlease can I comeââ
âNot yet,â she growled, curling her fingers so hard your back arched. âYouâll come when I say. Dumb little sluts donât get to decide.â
You whimpered, nails digging into her shirt, your body twitching as she held you thereâutterly ruined, dripping down her hand.
She licked the shell of your ear, voice wicked.
âYou wanted attention, baby? Iâm going to wreck you.â
Your thighs were shaking. The slow, steady rhythm of Emilyâs fingers had you unravelingâwetness coating her knuckles, your panties bunched to the side and absolutely soaked.
âDaddy,â you whimpered again, voice barely a breath as your hips rolled desperately into her hand. âIâI canât hold itâŠâ
Her fingers didnât stop. If anything, she fucked you harder. The wet slap of her palm against your pussy echoed in the quiet of the office, the obscene sound of your soaked cunt filling the space between you.
âYes, you can,â she whispered against your ear, lips brushing your skin. âYou will. You wanted this, baby. You crawled into my lap like a needy little cockdrunk slut, and now youâre going to take it.â
You moaned, high and whiny and shaking now. Your clit throbbed under the steady pressure of her thumb, and every curl of her fingers inside you hit that perfect, aching spot.
âPlease,â you gasped. âPlease let me comeâDaddy, pleaseâ!â
She pulled you tighter against her, fingers buried deep, thumb circling faster now. Her voice dropped, low and hungry.
âThen come for me, baby. Be Daddyâs good girl. Let go.â
The words hit you like a strike to the coreâhot, electric. Your eyes rolled back as the orgasm slammed into you, white-hot and shattering. You cried out, loud and broken, pussy spasming around her fingers as waves of pleasure tore through you.
Emily held you there, working you through itâfingers still thrusting, her grip tight on your hip to stop you from writhing away. You sobbed into her shoulder, breath coming in stuttering gasps, body limp and twitching from the intensity.
âFuck, baby,â she murmured into your hair, breath hot against your temple. âYou made such a mess.â
You blinked through the haze, looking down to see her soaked hand, your arousal smeared across her palm, glistening under the warm office light.
Your cheeks flushed. Your pussy throbbed, still clenching around nothing.
Emily kissed your temple, slow and sweet, like you hadnât just completely lost control in her lap.
âNow,â she said, lips brushing your ear, âyouâre gonna kneel under my desk like a good little girl while I finish this file. And if youâre still wet down thereââ
Her hand slid between your thighs again, fingers teasing over your overstimulated clit, making you jolt.
ââIâll just have to help you come again.â
Your legs were still trembling when Emilyâs hand slid down your spine, a gentle but commanding pressure pushing you off her lap.
âOn your knees, baby. Under the desk.â
You moved clumsily, brain all fogged and pussy still pulsing from your orgasm. You crawled down between her legs, the plush carpet soft beneath your knees. Emily leaned back in her chair, spreading her thighs slightly as you settled into place.
She was so calmâreaching lazily for her paperwork like she hadnât just made you come so hard you saw stars.
You nuzzled your cheek against her thigh, lips brushing the inside of her slacks. âDaddy⊠I still feel needy.â
She arched an eyebrow, glancing down at you. âYouâre insatiable,â she muttered, but her tone was amused. And when she reached for the zipper of her slacks, your heart fluttered.
She slid them down just enough, black lace panties already clinging to her soaked pussy, a dark patch spreading from how wet she was now.
âTake them off with your mouth,â she ordered, voice like velvet wrapped around steel.
You didnât hesitate. You leaned in, teeth tugging her panties down slowly, your lips brushing against her slick skin, inhaling her scentâintoxicating. Your eyes fluttered shut as you dragged them down far enough to expose her glistening folds, her clit swollen and begging for attention.
âOh fuck,â you whispered, breath ghosting against her. âYou smell so good, DaddyâŠâ
She grabbed a fistful of your hair. âThen get to work, baby.â
You dove in greedily, flattening your tongue and licking a slow, filthy stripe up her slit. She hissed above you, her thighs twitching around your head as you suckled gently on her clit. The taste of herâsalty, musky, perfectâhad you grinding your thighs together, desperate to rub your own needy cunt on anything.
You moaned into her pussy, the vibrations making her hips jerk slightly.
âYouâre so fucking messy,â she growled. âLicking me like a hungry little bitch. Does sucking Daddyâs pussy make you wet again?â
You nodded into her, mouth too full of her to speak. You circled your tongue around her clit, then sucked hard, dragging a raw moan from her chest.
Her grip tightened in your hair. âDonât stop.â
You didnât. You couldnât. You licked and sucked like it was your only purposeâtongue flicking her clit, then dipping down to fuck her tight hole, tasting the slick dripping out of her.
Emilyâs moans grew sharper, breath ragged as she rocked her hips against your face. She used your mouthâfucked your faceâand you let her. Eager, obedient, addicted to the way she tasted, the way her thighs clenched, the way she swore under her breath when you did just the right thing with your tongue.
âRight there,â she gasped, voice cracking. âFuck, baby, donât you dare stopââ
You sucked her clit hard and fast, feeling her thighs begin to tremble around your head. Her hips bucked forward, and with a strangled moan, she cameâhardâgrinding her pussy against your mouth, flooding your tongue with her slick.
You kept licking, soft and slow, helping her ride it out. When she finally eased her grip on your hair, you looked up at her with shining eyes, your chin soaked, lips swollen and wet.
She looked down at youâflushed, breathing heavy, utterly wreckedâand smirked.
âYou look so pretty with my cum all over your face, baby.â
You smiled, dazed and proud. âCan I come again, Daddy?â
Her hand slipped under the desk, fingers dragging up your inner thigh.
âOh, Iâm not done with you yet.â
Emily leaned back in her chair, chest rising and falling with every breath. She still hadnât fixed her slacksâher pussy glistened in the low light, spread and satisfied from the orgasm youâd just given her.
You were still kneeling between her legs, face flushed, chin slick with her cum, eyes blown wide and needy.
âUp,â she said, voice sharp but smooth. âOnto the desk. Now.â
You scrambled to your feet and climbed onto the cool wooden surface, lying back and spreading your legs like the obedient, cum-drunk little thing you were.
Emily stood, finally, and walked slowly toward the drawer on the far wallâthe drawer. The one you knew held the toys she only brought out when she really wanted to ruin you.
She pulled it open with deliberate grace.
You swallowed hard. Your thighs pressed together in anticipation.
She turned, holding what you knew meant troubleâher favorite slimline vibrator, a sleek black dildo with a curve that hit just right, and the polished silver nipple clamps with those delicate little chains between them.
You whimpered.
âAlready whining?â she teased. âAnd I havenât even touched you yet.â
âI want it,â you gasped. âWant all of it, DaddyâpleaseâŠâ
Emilyâs eyes darkened. âHands above your head.â
You obeyed instantly, letting her climb onto the desk with you, straddling your waist. She leaned down and took one of your nipples between her fingers, toying with it until it peaked. Then, with the softest click, she clipped on the first clamp.
You gasped. It was sharp, but so goodâjust enough to make your pussy clench.
The second followed.
Now the chain dangled between your breasts, tugging gently as you breathed. The ache traveled straight between your legs.
Emily kissed your throat, then your collarbone. âSo fucking pretty,â she murmured. âAll pink and desperate, nipples clamped, legs open. My perfect little toy.â
She slid the vibrator between your thighs, brushing the tip against your slick folds.
You moaned, arching your back, and the clamps pulled. The added sting made you cry out againâmore, needier.
Emily turned it on low, the gentle hum teasing over your clit. âYouâre dripping again,â she whispered. âYou came already, and you still want more. Filthy little slut.â
She slid the dildo in slowly.
You gaspedâyour pussy stretched around it, still sensitive, fluttering from your earlier orgasm. But she pushed it in deep, the curve hitting that aching, hungry spot inside you.
Then the vibrator settled firmly against your clit.
âKeep your hands above your head,â she warned, pinching your nipple clamp just enough to make you whimper.
And then she turned the vibe up.
The sensation shot through your entire bodyâtight pressure on your clit, fullness inside, sharp little aches from your nipples, all of it overwhelming. Your hips bucked uncontrollably, thighs trembling.
âOh fuckâDaddyââ
âThatâs it, baby,â she purred, rubbing the vibe in tight circles against your clit. âCome for me again. Be my dumb little cumtoy. Let Daddy ruin you.â
Your body tensed, mouth falling open. The pressure built so fast it made you sob, eyes tearing up from how good it feltâtoo much, not enough, perfect.
You screamed her name as your orgasm hit, gushing around the toy, legs shaking violently. The clamps tugged with every arch of your back, intensifying the pleasure.
Your body jerked helplessly as Emily didnât let upânot even a little. She held the vibrator against your clit, kept the dildo thrusting slow and deep, merciless in your overstimulation.
âDaddyâpleaseâI canâtââ
âOh, you can,â she growled, leaning down to kiss your trembling lips. âAnd you will. I want one more out of you. I want to feel you soaking the toy.â
You cried out, hips lifting again, unable to stop. You were drenched, slick dripping down to the desk, your voice broken and high and wrecked.
Another orgasm built, crashing into you even harder, making your legs kick and your hands clutch at the air, desperate to hold onto somethingâ
You came again, screaming into the crook of her neck, body completely undone.
Emily finally pulled the toy away, slid the dildo out slowly, and unclipped the clamps one by oneâmassaging the sore peaks gently. The sting was sharp, but your pussy clenched at the release.
She lay beside you on the desk, brushing sweat-damp hair from your face.
âThere you go, baby,â she whispered. âThatâs my perfect little fucktoy.â
You couldnât speak. Just moaned, tears on your cheeks, lips parted and dazed.
Emily smiled. Kissed your forehead.
âCome on. Letâs get you in the bath. Youâve earned it.â
