god, i'm salivating at the thought of thick könig, big muscular thighs and a chunky muscular stomach. he isn't toned like a model, for beauty - no, he's toned like a soldier, like a war machine. dark hairs are covering his belly, a thick hairy trail leading you down between his legs.
the way he'd indulge your admiration of his strength, flex his biceps for you, making you gasp each time in excitement. but you're particularly fond of his legs. he's so tall, so strong. the muscles of his thighs are well defined and the way he oh so deliciously flexes them while making you grind on them has your eyes rolling to the back of your skull.
god, he loves being covered in your slick, feeling your arousel coating him. könig's obsessed with making you use him, he loves being your toy - yet he doesn't seem to shut up, always grunting, big hands on your hips, guiding you. "fuck, that's it, keep using me. make yourself feel good on me, c'mon. wanna feel you cum on me like the pathetic little thing you are. y'know i won't fuck you otherwise, be good. no need to pout at me."
a/n: had a fever dream and I just HAD to write this đ€
cw: dead dove do not eat, just filthy smut, mention of being fuckbuddies, possessive sex, size difference, tummy bulge, claiming, fucking while unconscious, cumming inside without permission, noncon near the end, mention of kidnapping
âS-So fuckinâ tiny~..â König never failed to choke out every time that he pushed inside of you. It was like a tradition now, praising how tight and small you were compared to the massive, hulking man on top of you.
You never failed to shed a tear every time he pushed in, his cock practically breaking you apart the first time. It luckily had gotten easier, but your hole still struggled to take him every time. He made you cum better than anyone else ever had, so it was all worth it in the end.
This time, he was too excited to wait for you to adjust before thrusting his hips, his dog tags jingling softly from his pace. Your moans made him growl, burying himself deep inside to watch your belly bulge from his massive cock. He loves doing that, your moans get so loud and cute!~
He suddenly presses your knees to your chest, making you squeal as he fucks into you over and over. König huffs, biting lovingly into your calf as he watches his big dick disappear into your hole and reappear again, his hips kissing yours every single time just to hit that spot that he knows makes your eyes roll back.
âMmh⊠gonna cum in you this time- youâll be mine-â The giant man grunts, his grip on your thighs even tighter as he quickens his pace. Your veins run cold. Heâs never done that before. You two agreed that this was just a hookup thing, not anything serious!! You try to pull yourself away from him, your legs pushing off of his broad and scarred shoulders.
âAh ah!â He shouts, pausing his relentless thrusts to hold your down at your arms, his leg coming around and hooking his knee over your leg to keep you from kicking too much. Sweat dripped from his rough skin, mixing with yours as he descended onto you once again.
âMâ sorry⊠I jusâ need you so badâŠâ He slurs slightly, a telltale sign that he was close to cumming. He resumes the desperate thrusts of his hips, managing to pound against your sweet spot with every stroke. âMine, mine, mine~â He chanted, punctuating every slap of his skin to yours with a claiming note. You couldnât stop yourself from cumming all over him, gushing and shaking as he fucks you through it to reach his own high.
Königâs end came quickly, his thick and hot cum spilling into you like a waterfall as his shaky hips press against yours to keep it all inside. âAlles meinsâŠ~â He whispers into your ear, his breath heavy from his orgasm. His grip stays, his fingers digging into your skin just to feel it under him. You belong here. Right here, under him. All pretty and full for him~
His eyes were blown wide, staring at your beautiful figure as he started to move again. He didnât need long to cool down, he was so insatiable when it came to you! Orgasm upon orgasm wracked your little body, sending you into cockdrunk stupor with your eyes barely open; and even then, König refused to stop using your pretty hole. You were long unconscious, but he was still chasing that high of the crown of his cock catching on you and sinking in. He lived for that, his head falling back from how tight and perfect you are.
He planned to never let you leave. You are his, and youâll be happy, he knows it.~
just learned that a mutual of mine is pro israel (theyâre now blocked) so i wanted to take the time to say that if you believe whatâs happening in palestine is not a genocide than you are not welcome here. unfollow me block me whatever i donât want you interacting with me at all
iâm reblogging this to all my blogs just as a reminder that all anti-palestinians, islamophobes, pro-zionist, pro-israeli government, and anti-semites are not welcome on this blog.
what is happening in palestine is itâs not just a genocide. itâs a massacre familiar to my people because it is a product of 80+ years of oppression. it is not a thousand year conflict, and calling it that makes it seem impossible to fix or work to end.
we can end this. sign petitions. come to protests. make it clear to the us government that we do not condemn funding apartheid and eradication.
18+ MDNI - cw: bruising - ~700 words - just some Simon Riley NSFW brainrot ⥠- part 2-ish, and part 3-ish here!!
Simon forgets how to be gentle.
When he's at war, fighting and shooting and killing day and night, all he knows is hardness. Brutality. Ruthlessness. His hands and heart grow calloused and rough in his months away from you. Using his unfathomable strength to survive is what he grows used to, it becomes second nature.
But it's your softness he remembers, to keep himself sane. It's all he thinks about. Dreams of.
The way the flesh of your hips, your ass, your breasts, your belly, pillows so deliciously between his fingers when he squeezes his handful - so warm, so supple. The way your vanilla-balmed lips graze his scarred skin so tenderly, however undeserved your sweetness is.
And when he finally returns home, after months of missing, craving you - when you stand in the door, honey thighs bare by virtue of the black panties you wore just to torture him, soft tummy peeking out from under your crop-top - he just can't restrain himself.
You greet him with your sugary smile, stretching up on your toes to curl your loving arms around his neck - your gentle voice, music; "Si, ah! I'm so glad you're okayâŠ"
The moment your velvet skin touches his, his shackles crumble. Like a beast starved, he clutches you. Mammoth arms curl around you, constricting, gripping you eagerly like you might be a dream; liable to turn to a memory, to smoke.
His avaricious embrace lifts your feet from the ground, though he doesn't mean to - he burrows his nose and mouth into the crook of your neck, lets the curls of your hair smother him and fill his chest with the faint scent of your fruity shampoo. Fights every urge to take a bite, like you're a ripe nectarine.
Growls into your skin, through his jaw; "I fuckin' missed you, love. Christ, you have no idea how much I missed you."
"I missed you too, babyâŠ" you coo into his ear, even your breathing is tender - he can't take it.
So he ferries you immediately to the sitting room, scoops you up like you weigh nothing, lets you coil your buttery thighs around his waist as he sits you on his lap on the sofa.
His wide hands take their greedy handfuls of your body - of your waist, of your hips, of your thighs, of your ass. Finally indulging the impulses he had dreamed about for so long - the very image he had fucked his fist to more times than he could count while parted from you.
With his teeth on your shoulder, tongue laving your warm skin; "So fuckin' soft," he grumbles deeply, and urges, "pretty thing. So soft. Fuck, I missed you."
His cock is hasty to grow boulder-solid under his trousers, and he chastises himself - but you answer with a cloying giggle, grinding your mound against its rigidity as if to torment him.
"Mm, you did miss me," you tease, little brat.
Then in an instant, all he can think about is the softness of your syrupy pussy, the gumminess of the inside of your cunt as its walls caress and milk his cock like it was built just to fit him.
You make him fucking ravenous, so voraciously eager to have you that he doesn't even notice his hands turn to vices around your flesh - fingers burrowing so deeply into the cheek of your ass that he might break through the skin.
"Ah!" You yelp, "Ow - Simon - you're hurting me-"
Your squeak of pain is enough to immediately shatter him - so he rapidly lifts you off of him, protecting you from his impulse. Stands you on your feet so that you're no longer victim to his inability to control himself.
"Shit, I'm sorry-" he grunts under his breath, "I'm sorry."
"It's okay, it's-" Your brows curl in worry, turning to look at where he had clawed you - and he sees the purple bruises where his hand had wrenched the flesh of your ass, the red lines where his fingernails had nearly punctured you. "Oh," you breathe at the sight, "âŠwow."
Drowning in visceral shame, he can barely bring himself to touch you again. But your soft hand caresses his hair, running through the sandy tresses - you, somehow, the one to comfort him.
"It's okay, baby, I know you didn't mean to," you purr fondly, and he leans forward to shamefully press as soft a kiss as he can into the bruise he gave you. Fucking monster.
"I'm sorry," he croaks into your skin, hoping his guilt will reverse his barbarity. "I just missed you."
"I know," you croon, turning to plant a loving kiss into his hair. "It's okay."
You guide him to lean back, mounting his lap again, letting your pelvis grind against the erection you were quick to reawaken.
His hands barely ghosting over your skin, he restrains himself, touches you carefully.
You whisper, into his stubbled cheek; "I'll show you how to be gentle again."
simon loves rubbing his nose against your skin. when heâs laying on top of you, his body pushing you into the mattress, covering you in a blanket of his warmth and scent. his head is tucked into your neck, trailing soft kisses along the skin, the tip of his nose tickling you, slightly curving as he drags it along.
âyou just gonna keep smelling me or can i go pee now?â you ask, pushing on his shoulders but he doesnât move.
âmâgonna keep smellinâ you,â he mumbles, voice muffled into your shoulder. his fingers creep along your neck, pulling the collar of your shirt to expose more of your skin.
âyâsmell so good in the morning, darling,â simon inhales, overflowing his senses with you. after being in bed for 8 hours, your scent practically drenches the sheets. your body wash, lingering fragrance and something else he can never put into words - just your smell. and god does he love it, ready to spend the rest of his life in this bed with you.
you can love a character and still admit when theyâre wrongâŠ. i love Captain Price but can acknowledge his flaws (he has none) and can hold his accountable for his wrongdoings (heâs never done anything wrong in his life) and call him out for his actions (which are always correct)
me when me when i wanna write but i canât sit at my desk and type for long enough so i try to write lying down on my phone but then i get distracted cuz im on my phone and now im tired all of a sudden
AHHHHHH I CANNOT STOP THINKING ABOUT HOW WELL PRICE WOULD EAT YOU OUT?? LIKE AFTER A ROUGH DAY OF WORK ALL HE WANTS IS TO RELAX BETWEEN YOUR THIGHS :(
iâm surprised that manâs beard hasnât bleached yet cause heâs a dedicated munch
18+, afab!anatomy (no gendered pronouns for reader but she/her for your pussy LMAO price talks to your đș fyi)
no because price is a man who takes great pleasure in eating you out
like of course he does it for your pleasure too, but he loves nothing more than burying his face between your thighs, slotting his face against the heat of your cunt, and going fucking crazy
his large hands would grip your thighs and press them tightly around his head, essentially caging himself between your legs. heâd grip and knead at the flesh of your thighs, pulling and pushing and squeezing to his hearts content
price would lick up and down the seam of your cunt, splitting you open on the point of his tongue as the warm muscle dragged through your folds. then, his tongue would reach your clit and press flat against it, applying warm, wet pressure thatâd have your thighs trembling around his head
heâd kiss your puffy clit, so polite and gentle, before sliding his face down to shove his tongue into the weeping hole of your cunt, his nose nudging up against your clit again and again as he used the leverage he had on your thighs to rock your wet pussy against his face
and heâd moan and moan. usually during sex, heâd grunt and groan and whisper absolute filth into your ear. but when he was blowing off some steam with his tongue licking in and out of you, he moaned
the vibrato of it would make you mewl and squirm, but his mouth would be unrelenting. while thrusting the solid muscle of his tongue in and out of you, heâd shift his hips against the mattressâ rocking his hard, leaking cock against the duvet
the taste and smell of you, coupled with the breathy moans leaving your mouth, would have him throbbing, tip flushed red and drooling precum. heâd come if he wasnât careful
sometimes, price would speak into your pussy as well. he was usually quite vocal when he fucked you, but when he was tongue-deep in the warmth of your core? he couldnât help but coo at it. at her
âmy pretty girl, sâalways so wet fâmeââ price would mumble into your slicken heat, and it would make you shiver at the fact he wasnât talking explicitly to you. heâd moan praise at your pussy, depending on how close he was to coming across the fucking mattress. âsuch a good pussy. such a good girlâ nâ she tastes fuckinâ divineâŠâ
ok but he WILL come if you take advantage of his distraction and pull on his hair and shove his face back into your cunt. heâs just a little whore like that and we love it <3
Johnâs hands on your waist were blistering hot, the skin beneath prickling with a fire that you could feel smouldering in your belly. You wondered for a moment whether it was the alcohol but you knew, the moment you locked eyes in the lift, you knew it was all him.
The two of you stared at each other as the lift doors drifted shut, after John jammed his thumb into the appropriate floor button. The fire was spreading throughout your entire body, and you felt as though you couldâve melted right then and there.
But you didnât. He kept you solid as he brought you closer to him, pinning your fronts together and caging you against the sleek rear wall. He kept one hand on your hip, the other clasping your jaw in a firm but gentle holdâ a way similar to how he held his tumbler of whiskey: firm but gentle, a sort of tenderness beneath his callouses.
Angling your face to his, John slotted his mouth to yours with a hum vibrating from the back of his throat. If you didnât know any better, you wouldâve thought it was a purr. You tapped into that air of feline delight, closing your eyes and carding your fingers through his hair, scratching at his scalp. He grunted, groaning into the kiss as the solid weight of his tongue split your lips apart.
The lift continued to whirr around you, taking the both of you higher and higher. The entire time, he held you to him as he seemingly absorbed every last glimmer of anxiety from your glowing skin. The burn in your stomach had melted the butterflies. No more nerves now. You were running on pure desire.
Your tongues met in a hard, but pliant kiss, licking over one another like the tide against the shore. The tip of your tongue brushed momentarily over his teeth, and there you tasted the faint, bitter remains of his whiskey. It made you mewl against his lips, your drink of choice for the night no doubt a dominant taste against Johnâs tongue too.
The lift chimed, and the doors opened. You pulled away quickly, pushing yourself away from John but remaining nestled in his side. He pouted, a kink in his brow, as he allowed you to put a fraction of space between you both. His hair was mussed, lips swollen and cheeks painted pink beneath his facial hair.
His hand resuming placement on the small of your back, John guided you out of the lift and down the luxurious hallway. Soon, you approached a door to which John swiped a card, and pushed open.
With him right on your tail, you took a fleeting moment to take in the expensive interior. It had to be some kind of penthouse suite, with its entire lavish living area and dining area, with large floor-to-ceiling windows that boasted an incredible view (although, the world outside was pitch black, save for the glittering lights of the city below).
The door shut and locked behind you, and you soon felt Johnâs presence. Like a spectre, he glided up behind you and attached himself to your very spirit. His broad chest pressed flat against your back, his hands coming down to the curve of your hips, his head ducking to press a sweet kiss behind your ear.
âSâa pretty place youâve got here, John,â you commented, eyes still peering through the low light of the hotel room. You wondered how fancy the bedroom would be.
John trailed his warm kisses down the curve of your neck, his hands rubbing gentle circles on the soft dips of your hips.
âMhm,â he hummed, tongue pushing along the hem of your neckline. âReal fuckinâ pretty.â
The burning hot fire that had nestled deep in your belly travelled south, your core alighting with a soaking-wet warmth that made a shudder roll up your body. You knew he wasnât referring to the room, after all.
You let your head tip to the side, exposing more of your neck and shoulder as Johnâs lips ghosted across the skin. Goosebumps raised in its wake, procured beneath the trail of saliva he was leaving. You released a deep exhale when his teeth scraped against your jugular, his facial hair tickling you, scraping against your soft skin so nicely. The parallel was making you dizzy.
âSweetheart,â John started, pulling your hips backwards until your arse was held directly against his pelvis. He bucked his hips shallowly, once, twice, to grind his cock against you. You could feel it against the curve of your backside, hot and hard and throbbing within the confines of his trousers. He placed one last kiss to your cheek. âLet me take you to my room, hm? Make you feel good.â
You twisted in his hold until you could place two hands on his shoulders and pull him to you. You kissed him, deep and slow. He groaned against you, lips just as warm as the rest of him.
In this position, you rubbed your clothed front against his also clothed hard-on, the noise drawing from him downright animalistic. The sound alone had you leaking into the gusset of your underwearâ your nice underwear, too. So, to satisfy the burning need within you, you slowly sunk down onto your kneesâ but John stopped you.
âUh-uh, pretty girl,â he tutted, then cooed, cupping a hand to your cheek when your fingers looped through his belt. You looked up at him with an inquisitive look. He shook his head slowly. âSânot nice to have a nice lady like you on her knees, huh? Sâa manâs jobâ sâa manâs job to get on his knees and please a woman.â
With that, he helped you back onto your feet and, after you successfully kicked off your shoes, you followed him through the lavish hotel room and into the actual sleeping quarters.
Here, with honeyed pleasure coursing through your veins, you settled into the edge of the large, white-linen bed. The mattress was firm, but still wonderfully soft, and the duvet you could feel beneath your clammy fingers was plush and feather-like. Itâs a shame you werenât going to need them much for sleeping tonight.
John, after pressing one last heated kiss to your lips, sunk himself to the floor before you. Like a man praying, he kneeled with his knees near the base of the bed, his head turned up to look at you as if you were heaven on earth. His pupils were blown wide, eyes glossy, a blush on his cheeks, his hair the perfect kind of messy.
You smiled down at him.
Both of his large hands came to hold your knees, fingers pressing gently as he spread you open before him. You giggled as he perfectly slotted himself in the space he created, and then proceeded to slide his hands up your thighs.
Your giggled turned to airy moans when he groped at the fat of your thighs, rucking up material as he went to expose your underwear to him.
He hummed, pleased, at the obvious wet patch across your clothed core. You felt your body begin to heat again, his gaze stoking that fire within you.
âOh, my poor girl,â he lilted, leaning forward to drag his nose and lips against your inner thigh. âLook at how wet you are for me.â
You moaned, arching, your arms trembling where you desperately held yourself upright as his face finally pressed into your clothed cunt. You moaned again as you resisted the urge to rock against him, pleasure crackling up your spine as his lips pressed a chaste kiss to your clit over the material.
Thenâ then he was making out with your cunt with no abandon. He grunted against your pussy, muffled against your lingerie, as his tongue swiped in and out of his mouth, lapping at the patch of your arousal. His nose bumped your clit, already puffy with a desperate need for release, making you sob.
âJohnââ You whined, grinding yourself against his face.
He held your hips in his hands, holding you still. Kissing your clit one last time, John departed from your clothed core and looked up at you, eyes glinting with something vulpine.
âTell me what you need,â he instructed you, his voice deep and languid. It made you leak into your underwear even more, a silent whimper bubbling at the back of your throat. He squeezed your hips gently. âTell me what you need from me, sweetheart.â
âYour mouth,â you answered, voice shaky but laced with the confidence of the woman you were about twenty minutes ago. What happened to liquid courage? You were feeling real sobre now. âYour mouth, please, John. Need you toâ oh, fuck. Need y-your mouth on my pussy.â
His smile was instant.
âThatâs a good girl,â he whispered, before pulling down your underwear, yanking it out from beneath your thighs and snapping it from your ankles. He tossed the fabric aside, his eyes on your cunt, watching the way your hole dribbled slick now that it was exposed to him. He grunted, eyelids fluttering, cock twitching in his trousers. âThatâs a real good girl.â
Then, John surged forward and sealed his hot mouth over your cunt, dipping his tongue into your hole. You mewled, writhing against the bed as his tongue curled inside you, lapping at the arousal that had built. He grunted against you, eyes battling to stay open and look at you, the smell and taste of your pussy causing his eyelids to droop with pleasure.
His nose nudged your clit, swollen already with your arousal. The movements of his face, which he patterned in moving side-to-side every so often, had your thighs trembling. Broad hands held them to the bed though, pinning you softly. You could feel the scratch of his facial hair against your upper-inner thighs. The sensation was heavenly.
âJohnâŠâ You whispered in a moan, wriggling your hips back against him, pressing his face even closer to you. He moaned, tongue still stuffed deep inside you, licking in and out. You felt as though the air was being sucked from your lungs. You panted, âJohn, oh fuckâ please.â
Johnâs hands massaged your thighs, groping at the soft flesh, his eyes fully alert now and taking in every flicker of an expression on your face. Your pleasure seemed to radiate from your skin, leeching from your pores for John to take for himselfâ the sight of you forced a moan from deep in his chest, his cock twitching violently in his trousers, his briefs no doubt stained with his pre-cum.
He knew you wanted to come. You needed to come. Your body was thrumming with the pressure building inside you, your thighs trembling beneath the weight of his hands. He could see the way your tummy began to twitch, your orgasm building in the very baseâ tingly, like static, pulling at the very edges of your conscience. Most importantly, he could feel the way your cunt pulsed around him, wet walls squeezing his tongue in a steady pattern as you neared your precipice.
You arched just a bit further off the bed, and John knew you were straddling the back of your release, just one push away from toppling over. So, he kept the thrusting of his tongue into your sopping cunt level and even, his nose still nudging at your pretty, puffy clit. And then he moaned into you, the vibrations hitting you like an electric shock.
You came into Johnâs mouth with a pornstar moan of his name, almost obnoxious, but pulling the vowel out and around your sound of pleasure. Your thighs clamped around his head, caging him against your core while your hands fisted the sheets below, eyes snapping closed as your orgasm washed over you like a curling wave of warm water.
John kissed you through itâ his lips on your pussy, kissing the tingling nerves of your clit, nose buried in the neat curls across your mound. His eyes were on you, watching as you drifted down from your orgasmic high, seemingly glowing beneath the dimmed lighting of the hotel bedroom.
âThatâs a good girlâŠâ He muttered against you, finally pulling away with one last sweet kiss to your clit. He squeezed your thighs gently, rubbing the pliant flesh as he got to his feetâ knees cracking, making the both of you smileâ and crawled over you.
You made the effort to push yourself further up the bed (although it was difficult, considering your first orgasm had turned your muscles to jelly). But John helped you, following your movements and using his strong arms to situate your head against the pillows. Then, he settled himself between your parted legs.
âAlright, pretty girl?â He asked, before leaning down and sealing his mouth over yours. He kissed you hard, tongue probing deep into your mouth in search of your own. When he found it, he moaned against your lips. He pulled back after a moment, a string of saliva connecting your mouths before snapping as he smiled.
âIâm alright,â you were finally able to answer. âBut I need you, John. Need more.â
His eyebrows quirked. âNeed more? Such a greedy girl, sweetheart. Use your manners.â
By now, he was undressing youâ stripping you of your outfit and tossing the garments haphazardly across the room. In what felt like the blink of an eye, you were left bare before him, naked and stretched out beneath him like the most beautiful prize he had ever won.
John was still dressed, however. Still clothed in a nice suit and tie. You suddenly felt hot.
âPlease, Johnâ please fuck me. Need you so bad.â
âWhat do you need?â John asked lowly, beginning to untie his tie, starting first by loosening it with a few sideways tugs, before pulling the silken fabric loose and tossing is aside.
The sight was almost erotic. You moaned loudly, hips bucking against the bed.
âI⊠I need your cock,â you managed to utter, stomach tight with anticipation, your cunt throbbing and your release still leaking down the curve of arse. âPlease, John.â
He had shrugged off his suit coat, and was now making quick work of unbuttoning his dress shirt. He watched you intently while he worked his fingers down his chest and abdomen.
âYeah? Is that right, sweetheart? You need my cock?â He cooed when he finally got his shirt open, letting it hang loosely against him. His soft, hairy abdomen was revealed, littered with a few scars, making you whimper.
You nodded. âPlease.â
âAw, my poor, needy girl,â he began with a lilt in his deep voice. He was now unbuttoning his trousers, shucking them down just enough to expose the waistband of his briefs. You could see his cock straining against the dark fabric. He chuckled, eyes raking down your body. âSo desperate for cock, hm? So desperate that you went back to a room that wasnât yours, isnât that right?â
You nodded, pupils blown across your irises as you watched him dip a hand into the front of his briefs and pull out his hard cock. You moaned at the sight of it, curling forward under the weight. He gripped it tight at the base, fisting at the patch of dark hair that grew at the end of his dark happy trail.
John chuckled at your reply, grabbing a pillow as he did so to slot beneath your hips, angling your pretty pussy towards him. He licked his lips, still tasting you there.
âYou gonna let me fuck this pretty pussy without a condom?â He asked, almost as though it was a challenge. âDâyou want me to stuff this pussy fullâa my cum? Hm? Want me to breed you nice and full?â
You whined a loud âYes, Johnâ!â when he notched the tip of his cock at your hole.
The tip was flushed red, leaking pre-cum that smeared across your leaking hole. A couple of veins ran up the underside, flowing over the smooth, velveteen ridges to the very base, where John continued to hold tight.
The head teased your hole, pressing up against it and making a rush of warmth flow over your body. You whimpered, the stretch already apparent as he plugged your leaking hole, splitting you open in a gentle rock of his hips.
âYou sure, sweetheart?â John asked you, your cunt swallowing the head of his cock, squeezing around it and making him grumble deep in his chest. He took a deep breath. âYou donât have a husband waiting for you at home? Wouldnât want to go home to him filled with another manâs cum, would you?â
The thought alone made you moan, but you shook your head, your ring-less hands running down his back, pulling at the fabric of his shirt. It felt so erotic to be fully naked beneath a half-dressed man.
He listenedâ with a grunt from the back of his throat, his body surged forward and, as he slotted his mouth to yours, he pushed his cock deeper into the warmth of your cunt.
The both of you moaned. Symphonic, a mess of sounds, meshing together as your lips let and tongues intwined. The noises he made were deep, tasting of expensive whiskey and bittersweet ash. To him, the angelic noises that fell from your mouth were the sweetest things on earth.
Johnâs cockhead plugged directly at the base of your cervix, and when he stilled, hips flush to yours, you could almost feel him prodding at your lower stomach. It made you whimper, breaths coming quicker as he waited, waited inside you with his arms caging your head and his legs bumping against yours.
He broke the kiss to rest his forehead against yours. âYou okay, sweetheart?â He asked, the syllables stretched out around a hoarse whisper. A smokerâs whisper.
âYeah⊠yes, fuck, mâfine,â you mumbled, eyelids fluttering, feeling slightly distracted. âYou can move.â
He was so solid inside you. Stretching you open, splitting you open to fit the sheer girth of his fat cock. You felt so full, stuffed full of him, the walls of your cunt squeezing him tight.
John began to move at your request. Gently, he pulled his hips back until just the flared tip was nestled in the clutch of your heat. He stayed like this for just a moment, a moment enough to have you whimper some protest, before he thrusted himself back in with one fell swoop.
The force of his thrust made you arch as the air was knocked from your lungs and the tip of his cock pushed right up against your womb. You cried out, a breathless sob, as your hips brushed and he set a pace.
The pace rocked the mattress, creaks and groans fitting with the sounds of your dual pleasureâ your moans and pleads and the slick sounds of your cunt, and Johnâs grunts and whispers in reply.
You felt so full. Bursting at the seams. The thick of his cock pulling your pussy taut, stretching it open and moulding it as though you were meant to take him all along. You were made for him.
And the entire thing felt so intimate. John caged his arms around your head as he rutted into you, his soft grunts falling directly to your ear. You mewled with each upwards thrust, your hands travelling up and down his clothed back, the buttons of his open dress shirt scraping delicately over your nipples.
The way his trousers bunched just below the drop of his balls made you whine, the rustle of the expensive fabric somehow adding to the pleasure. Maybe it was the fact he was half-dressed, fucking you like he had no time to waste.
You wished he kept the tie on so you could tug it.
John was losing himself within you, just as you were with him. His head tucked to the side, he groaned low under his breath at the way your warm, wet cunt sucked him in with each thrust. Your gummy walls contracting around him, pulling animalistic sounds from the very depths of his body.
But the closer he got, the more pleasure seeped into his veins, the louder he got, and the filthy words that tumbled from his rouged lips.
He snapped his hips a bit harder, hitting deeper, rougher, and moan was punched from your lungs, your fingers pressing into the soft muscles of his back.
âJohnâŠâ You whined, and he repeated the action. Over and over again. He was hitting the most perfect spot inside you every single time.
Bliss. Phosphenes exploded behind your eyelids when you let them flutter closed, a kaleidoscope of colours hued from your pleasure. You felt so good. He was making you feel so good.
John turned his head, teeth grazing your earlobe, his facial hair scratching against the soft skin beneath your ear. He could feel your pulse racing, the heat of your skin radiating against his lips.
âYou like that, pretty girl?â He asked lowly, right hand shifting closer to your head to cup the side of your face, holding you closer to him. His thumb rubbed soothingly along your cheekbone.
âYessss,â you whined again, tears pricking the backs of your eyes. âFeels soâ fuck, oh my godâ so good.â
A grumble left Johnâs throat, low and dusky. It was a sound of approval, of content at the fact he was the one making you feel good. He was the one stuffing your pretty little pussy full of his cock.
âSuch a good girl,â he whispered, nuzzling the side of your head. The action was gentle and delicate, and not at all similar to the way he was spearing you on his cock, thrusts rocking you into the mattress. He shifted his face to kiss your cheek. âYouâre being such a good girl for me, sweetheart.â
You mewled as his lips danced across your cheek and found your mouth again. His tongue delved straight into your mouth, and you dragged a hand up to fist his hair, tugging gently. You felt him grumble something into the kiss, but it was swept away like a whisper at sea. Besides, you were barely alert enough to make out your own noises.
He was fucking you to the point of static. Your entire body was thrumming like a live wire, pleasure racing through your veins and your muscles trembling with the weight of his thrusts. Moans and whimpers bubbled out of your throat, and your tongue struggled to keep up with his as he kissed you, full of spit.
John pulled away first, feeling your pussy clench around him tighter. His own orgasm was brewing in the base of his belly, abdomen beginning to tense in a similar matter to his balls, just waiting to empty themselves into the clutch of your womb.
âFuck, I can feel you, sweet girlâ can feel you squeezinâ my cock,â he hissed out, two hands either side of your head, pinning you beneath him. Possessive. âYou wanna come? You wanna be my good girl and come all over my cock?â
You were nodding before the words had even finished leaving his mouth. Moaning, you trembled beneath him, body tightening and tightening, sweat accumulating across your skin.
âJohn, pleaseâ!â You moaned loudly, hips bucking in time with his thrusts, grinding desperately in your chase for release.
But you didnât really have to chase it, did you? Not with the way John was fucking you. Not with the way he was talking to you.
âCome on, come for me,â he whispered, then groaned. His orgasm was so close. He could feel his resolve wearing. Quickly, he held himself aloft over you with one strong arm, trailing his fingers down your body until he made contact with your swollen clit. He rubbed smooth, even circles across the bud. âThatâs my girl, come on, let go for me.â
The pleasure overwhelmed you. You moaned his name, and then you came the hardest youâd come in a long time.
Your body short-circuited. Your orgasm snapped inside you, your cunt clenching like a vice around the thick of his cock, your clit pulsing in time with your erratic heartbeat beneath the rough pads of his fingers. You arched up against him, nipples snagging on the buttons of his shirt, pulling a choked sob from you.
John spoke to you the entire time, your body fizzing with pleasure, your legs curling around his waist.
âThere you go, thatâs it, good girlâŠâ he whispered, praising. âLet it all outâ yeah, thatâs a good girl, sweetheart.â
Your body went lax beneath his when your orgasm waned. You felt so sated.
And John wasnât too far behind.
He rutted into you, his pace growing sloppy as his own need for release tipped further and further towards the edge. He grunted, groaning too, sweat beading his forehead and dampening his hair, strands falling free and moving with each of his deep thrusts.
âSuch a good girl,â he said again, sultry and deep and enough to make your clit throb with desire, cutting through the sheer veil of overstimulation. He hummed, then grunted. âSuch a good fuckinâ pussyâ so wet anâ tight, sâjust made for me. My good girl anâ my fuckinâ pussy.â
You moaned. His words were different. A break in character.
âAnâ âm gonna come inside youâ fuck, yeah sweetheart, gonna fill this pretty pussy with my cum,â he whispered, but his voice rang loud on your ears. He chuckled to himself, then moaned. âYeah, gonna fuckinâ breed you⊠Mâgonâ come so deep in this fuckinâ pussy that itâll take, sweetheart. Take.â
You moaned again. So did he. Filthy.
âYouâd like that, wouldnât you? You want aâ fuck, you want a stranger to come inside you? Fill you up anâ send you back to your husband? Naughty fuckinâ girlââ
âJohn!â You interrupted him with a whine, and then you were coming again. This orgasm shattered you.
The tightening of your body again, and the heat of your soft body against his tipped him over the edge.
He came with a choked moan, buried to the complete hilt inside you. He pumped you full, spurts of hot seed emptied right up against the base of your cervix. You whined as he buried his face in your neck, hips twitching against yours as your pussy milked him of every last drop of his orgasm.
Then, there was silence, save for your heavy breathing. It was like that for a little while, while the two of you caught your breaths, recalibrating yourselves. He was still on top of you, but his weight was a welcome comfort.
You ran your hands down his back.
âYou okay?â You asked, placing a kiss to his damp temple.
He grumbled something into your neck, and you smiled.
After a moment, you pouted when he clambered off of you, his softening cock leaving the warmth of your cunt. He rolled to the edge of the bed to reach for the nightstand. He plucked something off of the top, and then rolled back towards you.
You watched him patiently with his cum leaking out of your pussy, making a mess of the hotel sheets.
Gently, with his body pressed up against yours again, he took your hand in his and then proceeded to slide both your engagement and your wedding ring back onto your finger. He did the same, slipping his own band onto his ring finger.
Then, he gathered you up in his arms and held you to his chest, kissing every inch of your face with the same gentleness you had come to love and admire about your husband.
âYou feeling alright, sweetheart?â He asked you, lips on your forehead.
âYeah, mâgood,â you replied. âWhat about you, Mr. Price?â
He chuckled, nuzzling the top of your head and tightening his arms around you, one of his hands coming to rest against the curve of your bare arsecheek. He squeezed it, palming the soft flesh. âIâm good, Mrs. Price. That⊠was amazing.â
But, despite him enjoying their little role play, he had one dominate thought on his mind. His wedding band felt much better on his hand.
