CRY FOR MEâŚâŚevery pretty boy gets a little teary eyed when heâs on his knees
đˇď¸ fem!reader,sub!bob,oral (f receiving) crybaby bob,use of puppy as a pet name [1.1k]
The thin material of your nightgown was bunched up around your hips,a splay of ruffles and silk in delicate shades of pinks and creams adorning your body. A gift from Bob,one of the first heâd given you as his confidence in your relationship blossomed. âWear it only for me?â was his only request,asked so bashfully as he eyed up the way your hands ran across the obviously expensive material. So you did,on nights when you wanted to see the adorable way his jaw fell open and his cheeks flushed that pretty shade of pink at the sight of you. The material hugged your waist like a second skin,lace cupping your tits and showing a peak of the colour of your nipples underneath. The sight was enough to turn his brain into a short circuiting hardware. Sparks were practically flying off his skin.There you were in front of him,dressed up only for him,looking like you crawled through one of those victoria secret signs he always saw at the mall. The ruffles of your dress kissed at your thighs as you began to twirl,material flying out from your waist as you spun on your tippy toes âsâprettyâ you giggled,catching his eyes,eyes that were blinking wildly and gawking at the little glimpses of skin you were showing off to him. A quick tease of your round ass, a blur of your mound, a slight peak of the curve of your soft hips,all enough to have him tripping over his own feet,hands outstretched to touch the real life angel in front of him.
The nightgown was barely a thought now,scrunched up into one of your hands as you lifted it past your hips,swaying slightly on the balls of your feet just to watch his head track your bare pussy like he was scared that if he blinked you might disappear into thin air. Your other hand held his messy waves away from his face as he knelt in front of you,pushing away stray strands with your fingers. You liked to see him,all of him,soft features on display for you to analyse. His eyes were already fogging over with pure dumb lust as he panted warm air across your mound,heavy lidded and unfocused. Just how you liked him. Your inner thighs sparkled with the slick of your arousal,sticky and like an aphrodisiac to Bob. Just the smell and sight of your pussy in his face was enough to have him palming himself through his pyjama pants,beads of precum already dripping from his tip. He never touched you without permission,in fact heâd happily sit back on his heels,face inches away from your cunt and stroke himself through orgasm after orgasm if thatâs what you told him to do. He secretly liked it when you were mean to him,saying words to him that made his eyes well up,when you dug your nails into him,pulled his hair,he liked it when you kissed away the pain.
âHave a taste baby,go on..think you deserve it.â Your voice was steady,affectionate and warm but the tug at his hair pulling him face first into your cunt was anything but. His scalp lit up with a stinging kind of pain and he was wobbly on his knees as his lips pressed onto your clit with a force that had your legs buckling. You were all over his face in seconds,thighs parting to drag him through your wet folds and all he could do was wrap his hands around the back of you calves to steady himself and let you use him to get yourself off. You rocked yourself against him,waves of pleasure hitting your body like a tsunami each time his nose hit your sensitive clit. The pretty noises he was making,soft little chirps of satisfaction,whiny moans whenever you angled his head so he could get his tongue into your dripping entrance,pathetic whimpers when you tugged on his brown tresses,they all went straight to your core. âDoes it feel good? wanna be goodâ he slurred out,tongue withdrawing from its attack on you,cheek pressing to your thigh as he blinked up at you,tears already forming in his eyes. Pussy drunk was the only words that could come to mind at the sight of him. Hair balled up in your fist,spit and your arousal covering his chin, eyes shiny with the hope of being told what a good job he was doing. It was enough to have your head spinning and your clit throbbing. âSuch a good boyâ you hummed âso good for me alwaysâ
You could feel his hands fly up the back of your legs,dull fingernails digging into the skin of your thighs as he spread his knees and sunk lower to the floor,pulling you over his face. âWhat an eager puppyâ you tried to tease but your voice was shaky,this new angle and assault on your puffy cunt pulling an orgasm to the forefront. You could feel him sob against your pussy,hear him babbling to himself âsâgood,feels so goodâ over and over as he mouthed at you,all hot tongue and slick lips. The noises were down right sinful to your ears,your mess of a man suckling on every inch of you he could get his lips around. Wet smacking sounds,the whines,the choked sound of him trying to hold back the pathetic blubbers that were spilling out of his mouth and vibrating through your entire body,they were like the crescendo of an orchestra sending you tumbling over the edge.You could only grab onto his hair tighter as the burning hot coil in your stomach snapped. Your orgasm ripped through you,it was so sudden that you barely had time to give him a warning. âF-fuck baby yes yes yesâ is all you could whine out,voice tight in your throat. The next few seconds were black as you squeezed your eyes shut,body shaking over your boyfriend as he slurped down everything you were giving him. His lips found your clit,suctioning them around the spent bundle as you jerked and whined through the aftershocks.
âDid good?â he looked up at you,wet eyes sparkling and eyebrows raised in such earnest once you were able to compose yourself enough to open your eyes. âplease please tell me that I was goodâ he sniffed,bottom lip jutting out in a slight pout. âsâgood baby,always so good for meâ you hummed,your chest heaving and legs like jelly. Your hand finally untangled from his hair and came down to stroke little circles on his cheek with the back of your fingers. âLemme take care of you knowâ you smiled softly,foot coming forward to slide across the pathetic tent in his pants. âThink you deserve itâ
