Simons hands roamed your skin hungrily. He had woken up insatiable for you, determined to fuck you like he had something to prove. To you or to himself, you weren’t sure.
That didn’t stop you from whining and pushing yourself against his hard, heavy cock. He had already made you come several times, the count long forgotten. But, here you were, wanting as much as he was willing to give.
His rough grunts echo in your ears as his cock rubs against your eager pussy. “Lovie, relax. You’ll get what ya need.” He huffs, placing a sloppy kiss above your breasts. “Let me take my time, Pretty.”
You buck your hips impatiently, wanting more of him. “Siiii, don’t be mean.” He was being mean. As mean as Simon could be to you at least. Each orgasm was always met with his reward. Really it was just his excuse to tease you to the point of insanity.
He knew it too, chucking, endlessly amused with himself. “Mean? Me? Never.” His scarred hand grabs the underside of your knee, pushing it up to your chest.
The tip of his cock leaks onto your wet folds. His eyes widen at the sight of it, narrowing in on the lewd sight, utterly transfixed. “Mmmm fuck, Lovie. Could fuck you just like this.” He says almost breathlessly. It’s probably the closest you could ever get to seeing Simon off his guard.
“Do it, Si. I want you. Please.” He has you begging now. It’s pathetic really, but you couldn’t care less. You want him. Need him. If begging is what finally gets him to fuck you again, you’ll do it shamelessly.
He presses his tip into you, making your head roll back against the soft pillows below you. Your hands grasping the sheets in a death grip. “Simon. Please.”
The whine in your voice finally makes him cave, pushing his full length into you, watching your face closely for any sign of discomfort. When he finds none, he rocks his hips, drawing out the pleasure. “Ya like that, Birdie? Tell me how much you like it.”
You gasp, eyes rolling back I your head as he gives one hard thrust before going back to his gentle rocking. “Love it, Simon.”