Femme brûlée – Megan Skiendiel
before you read: g!p megan x fem reader, tittle is self explanatory (😭)
sorry for any mistakes! english isn’t my first language
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“That dress looks so pretty on you” Megan’s voice is soft as she speaks while watching you apply your makeup. You both got invited to a birthday party of one of Megan’s friends, from culinary school. She finished getting ready half an hour ago, and she was lying on your bed, scrolling on her phone as you got ready. Finally, you approach her and pat her shoulder.
“Let’s go, baby,” You say while walking to the door of your apartment, swaying your hips in a way that drove Megan crazy.
“You are so fucking pretty.” Megan quickly catches up and stands between you and the door. “I’m thirsty, wait for me to get some water?”
You sigh and nod. You were already late, but 5 more minutes couldn’t hurt, right? Plus, your girlfriend was thirsty.
Megan goes to the kitchen, helping herself to a glass of water and staring at you. It was only now, with the soft lighting of the kitchen, that you noticed the tent in her pants.
“What’s that for?” You walk slowly to the kitchen, unable to look away from her pants.
“That dress shows a lot of skin, how am I supposed to react?” Megan shrugs her shoulders and leaves the glass in the sink.
You can’t react before the turns you around and bends you over the counter, pressing her hips against your ass and, oh, you feel it. Megan is so hard it was probably hurting her.
“Quiet baby, it’ll be quick, yeah?” Megan whispers in her raspy voice, knowing you love that tone.
Megan kisses your nape, your shoulder, your exposed back, literally any inch of skin she has access to. You notice her getting harder and harder with each second that passes.
“You said it was gonna be quick, we are already 15 minutes late”
“So eager for me” Megan says and ruffles up your dress. You can hear her belt unbuckling and her pants sliding down. You turn back to look at her, and you quickly notice the wet stain in her boxers.
“The condoms are in the second drawer of my night table.” You try to turn around, but Megan presses her body against yours
“I don't have time to look for’ em” You hear her pulling down her boxers, and you feel the tip against your entrance. Without saying anything else, she pushed in. Her hips immediately set a fast rhythm.
“Megan, slow down, fuck-” Your cheek pressed against the counter, Megan’s hand holding your head.
“We don’t have time” She said with a soft moan. You loved when Megan got desperate like this, so you just took it.
Her hips snapped harder, even faster, and your moans only got louder and louder.
“You know…” Megan starts, struggling to talk and maintain the pace. “At class, we were seeing desserts- fuck”
“Get to the point” You manage to say coherently
“Crème brûlée is so hard to make” Megan groans and now holds your hips with both hands. You could feel her cock twitching inside you and your walls getting tighter and tighter. You mumbled nonsense, trying to make Megan continue her story.
“But you?- fuck, i’m cumming” Megan murmured right by your ear, and you felt her load shot inside you, thick liquid, rope after rope, triggering your own orgasm. And if it wasn’t for the counter, you would have fallen to the floor.
“You- femme brûlée, under 5 minutes” Megan finally whispered with a soft chuckle before pulling out and getting both of you cleaned up, before heading out to the birthday gathering.
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