I think I’m ovulating, perhaps that’s why I feel so feral. I’m going to see him and it’s gonna me impossible to not just hump his thigh.
I’m writing my own material here. Ig my first foray into smut, lmk what you think or don’t *shrug*
He sat me in his lap, wrapping his arms around my waist; movement being futile but I can’t help but try to at least pretend to not like the pressure of his tight grip. I’ve made a habit of only wearing a t-shirt and panties whenever he comes around, one part easy access, and primarily comfort in my own home. I’ve noticed he does the same now during our sleepovers, my eyes being magnetized to the bulge present even when flaccid.
The smell of incense, weed, and sex hangs in the air, a trapped fog adding the already intense energy. His tall toned body acts as the perfect sized seat for me as he opens his legs to open mine. I can feel the growing heat of his body against my back, his growing bulge pressing eagerly on my butt.
A silken voice swirled in my ears, a wet heat caressing my neck as he spoke.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
My choice being made for me wasn’t uncommon, but I thought I’d at least get to sit on my bed first. His strong hand started rubbing my right thigh, looming closer and closer to my pussy that was already begging to be touched. I felt the throbbing tingling in the pit of my stomach as my pussy got wetter.
He took his left hand, lightly pressing down. He always held me like he was worried I’d break until he lost control. His delicate touch sending another shock through my pelvis, making my hips instinctively buck. His hand landing on the outside of my panties; his grip firming on my pussy, the wetness already seeping though.
“You missed me didn’t you, baby.” My excitement starting to coat his fingers as the only friction I can get is from humping his fingers he has pressed against the damp fabric. I can feel myself getting closer with every rotation of my hips and the thick fingers starting their own rhythm; soon demanding I take the useless fabric off.
Exposed, my cheeks can’t help but heat up as I sit back in the man’s lap, observing the damp spot that I’d left behind. His left hand starts to grip my throat once again, tightening as my neck is craned back into a sloppy kiss. His right hand playing with my clit until my moans interfere with the coordination of our kisses. At some point just vaguely licking in the mouth area as if trying to eat each other.
My heart is racing, mind is getting dizzier as I get closer to the edge when his fingers stop suddenly. Stoping with a simple peck on the lips and getting me off of him. I pout until faced with his large dick in front of my eyes. His underwear thrown aside and the energy shift obviously.
“Lay on your back” he growled, his normally bright eyes now cloaked in a hazy darkness, blinded by the need to breed my pussy by any means necessary. I obey, backing up further onto the bed and opening my legs in the air. I can feel the additional weight added as he climbs into the bed, his eager expression as he dives head first into my pussy.
Kissing and sucking my clit for a moment before coming up and aligning himself with my leaking pussy. My whimpers obviously begging for more, my desperate hole needing to be filled. My vagina is so wet it causes my butthole to be slightly lubricated. I feel the initial slip, causing his cock to rub my clit instead. My moan is more like a purr when I feel him enter my tight domain, stretching it to his exact size.
He doesn’t move as now start whimpering for more, his hands finding their way to my neck and grabbing a fist full of my hair. My legs on his shoulder he gives a soft kiss to my shin. His grip gets tighter on my neck as he lets go of my hair, kissing me causing my pussy to clench around him. Like a signal he starts thrusting slowly, making sure I can feel every inch that enters and exits.
“Fuck you feel so good, Princess” causes me to clench again, I’m such a slut for praise and he knows it. I can feel the rhythm building as he gains speed, he removes his hand from my neck, leveraging his body weight to get deeper. His head pressing against my cervix making my eyes roll back and incoherent moans to spill from my mouth.
His thrusting starts losing rhythm the closer he gets to an orgasm, demanding I cum on his cock over and over again. He’s fucking me deeper into the wet spot that keeps getting bigger each time I squirt uncontrollably. Fucking me through each orgasm, tears streaming down my face, my pussy is begging his cum. His speed picks up, gripping my hips tightly and using me like a fleshlight. He’s using my pussy without any care for me and I love it; I feel the uncoordinated thrusting and it brings me closer to my own orgasm.
Feeling men use my body to cum always makes me cum, I feel like a toy. His cock starts to twitch and throb as he fills me up, our moans in sync as he leans down to kiss me, fucking the cum deeper into me.
Then I ate him like a black widow, the end :p
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