Soft laughter and cuddles that devolve into him pinning me down as he degrades me and tells me how much he loves me in the same breath while ruthlessly pounding into me until I'm nothing more than a mess for him.
A brat being forced to cum over and over as their dom is holding a vibrator against them. The sub so overstimulated and overwhelmed that they can't form words to beg while the dom turns it up and whispers, "You wanna act like a brat? You fucking get punished like one."
cw: a tiny bit of cnc, oral, unprotected sex, playful
A soft song hums from my lips as I mix together brownie batter in a bowl, focusing intently on the task, so much so I jump a bit when I feel his presence behind me.
"How's it going?" he murmurs against my ear as his arms wrap around my waist, leaning into me. For a moment, I pause in my stirring as I turn to give his cheek a peck.
"It goes, love," is my soft reply, "they'll have to bake for about 45 minutes."
"What if I'm hungry now?" he murmurs, his lips already moving along my throat, nipping and biting as they work down my neck. A soft whimper slips from my mouth before I gently try to arch away from him. "No, baby," my voice comes out a husky whisper, "I gotta make these, your parents will be here in like an hour. Everything has to be perfect."
"It will be," he whispers soothingly, lips still moving along my neck as his hands slide to my hips, pushing up the material of my dress despite the fact I try to escape his touch, trapped between him and the counter.
Despite my protesting, he slides to his knees behind me, firmly holding me in place by my hips as he disappears beneath the skirt of my dress.
"Baby," I whine, standing on my tiptoes as I try to escape his tongue as he devours me. My hips press harder into the counter as my legs become unsteady. The batter is momentarily forgotten as I cling to the counter for support, whining a bit at the way his tongue slides through my folds.
"Such brave words for someone who isn't even wearing underwear," he murmurs against my pussy, the vibrations causing delicious pleasure to work through my core. Another needy sound leaves my throat as I reach behind me, trying to grab at his hair to pull him away. The sudden sensation of his tongue filling me as my hand merely falls limply as I arch into his mouth.
"Mmmm," he makes a growling sound of appreciation as his tongue swirls deep inside my gummy walls. His arms shift, one pinning me to the counter as the other slides down before sliding along my clit, slow teasing circles that match the pace of his tongue.
My whole body clenches from the expertise of his tongue, soft moans falling from my lip as I find myself practically fucking myself back on his tongue, desperate now for more. "I..." an incoherent jumble of words fall from my lip, pleading with him, "shit.. can't... oh..."
Soft slurping sounds answer my needy cries as his fingers increase their pace, his saliva and my slick running down my thighs as he consumes every inch of my pussy. Shaking my head a bit, I bite my lip to try and fight off the intense pleasure rushing through my stomach, boiling hot as I squirm against his mouth. He pinches my clit, and a keening plea falls from my lip as I cum messily, covering his face in my juices.
He pulls back, licking his lips before he stands, yanking me into a messy kiss. The taste of my essence salty sweet on his tongue as he swallows my moans of protest. He lifts me onto the counter, knocking over the bowl of batter, but unphased as he quickly pushes his pants down, allowing his hardened cock to spring free.
"Wait... the brownies..." I try to reason with him between breaths, his kiss searing and endless as the bulbous tip of his cock presses into my tight entrance.
"Shhh, let me enjoy my treat," he groans softly as his length fills me, swallowing my needy gasp at the mild burn and stretch.
"We... can't..." but he just swallows my complaints in a deeper kiss, his tongue matching the urgent pace of his thrusts. He fucks into me with wild abandon, hurried and deep with every thrust. My arms and legs wrap around him, clinging and urging him in deeper despite my earlier protests.
Every pump of his hips pulls needier sounds from my throat as nails rake down his arms, the soft pap of skin on skin filling the room. Hot pleasure curls around me, my pussy tightening as I find myself practically begging. "Please, please..." my voice is soft and husky, raw from my cries, "don't stop... oh god."
My head falls back as I arch into him. His lips quickly fall to my neck before he kisses and bites, marking the pale flesh there. At my words, his hips ram deeper, faster, while I moan, chanting his name like a prayer. "Fuck," he growls, bottoming out inside me. My pussy spasms, milking him of every drop of his hot cum while we climax together.
He holds me to him tightly, balancing us against the counter as his cock continues to gently throb inside me. Soft pants fill the silence while we both come down from our highs.
Sitting up slightly, he drags his finger through the brownie batter spilled across the counter before licking his finger clean. "Ooh, this is really good," he praises gently. As I open my mouth to scold him for ruining the batch, his fingers force their way onto my tongue, coated in decadent chocolate. I whine a bit in protest but suck his fingers cleanly, watching as his eyes darken.
"My parents can have something else," he whispers in a voice thick with desire as he picks me up from the counter, moving towards our bedroom, "I'm not done with you yet."
Pull out? Why would I ever pull out? It feels soooo much better for me to pin you down and fill you up. Push in and out so I can make sure you take it all. I don't really care what the consequences are for you, all that matters is how good it feels to breed you.
