Warnings: MDNI. Porn, no plot. No mention of age, race, or body type. Use of pet names. Joel is aggressive but not like mean aggressive. Low key predator/prey kink. Unprotected p in v. Breeding kink. Cream pie.
Word Count: 925
a/n: not even slightly proofread, so pls let me know if it's a disaster.
Sex with Joel Miller was a marathon, certainly not a sprint.
You learned that fact fast, and you learned it the hard way. He didnāt just want you, he craved you. He was insatiable, lasting longer than any man you had ever encountered, which left you reeling in a bliss you never knew existed.
Like now, while heās got your back pressed into the mattress, rutting into you with his hips nestled between your thighs, already pulling two orgasms from you with just his fingers and lips alone.
Your legs shake around his torso, arms flopped back onto the pillows, the entirety of you feeling like clay, malleable at his will. Through the squint of your heavy eyelids, you can see the way he consumes you. Dark eyes, sweat lingering at his temples. His hands bruise their prints into your thighs, every thrust of his hips curving his cock into you where it touches the soft, sweet little spot inside of you.
āJoel,ā you whine, and heās growling in response. Youāre limp, body at his disposal, walls involuntarily clenching around him. He loves you this way; helpless, begging, all his.
āI know, baby,ā he purrs, and heās pushing your thighs from his hips back against your chest. āI just wantāya to feel me real deep. Right in here-ā he takes one of his hands off your thigh to run across your lower belly, the pressure along with the invasion of his cock making you shudder. He clocks your reaction, flashing a sinful smirk down at you. āYou want that, donāt you, sweet girl? Wanna feel me all the way in your tummy?ā
You canāt find the words, but are nodding up at him frantically. The obscene sound of your slick around his cock echoing through the room.
He doesnāt waste any time. Pulling most of the way out of you, he pins your thighs to your chest. Then, heās propping himself up on his feet, his own thighs squeezing against yours to keep him steady, before slicing back into you. The entire weight of him at his disposal.
Youāre gasping at the new angle, hands flying from their once lax position to grip his shoulders. Jaw slack, eyes a daze as you peer up at him. Like the flip of a switch, heās an animal above you. Working himself into you at an unruly pace that has you seeing stars. Heās reaching a point inside of you that you didnāt know existed, your entire being consumed by him. Every thrust sends a sharp sound of slapping skin through the room, accompanied by a litany of your own, weak moans.
Tears spring to your waterline as he bruises into your cervix, the grunts and murmurs of thatās it, take it baby, can see the outline of my cock against your tummy all indication of his enjoyment.
And all you can do is take it. Pain blurring into the pleasure. But before it becomes too unbearable, his reaching a hand between your bodies, thumb finding your sensitive clit. He paints over it in calculated strokes, and chuckles when he feels you flutter around him again, back arching off of the mattress and inviting him further into your aching pussy.
āTell me how it feels, baby,ā he grunts in between thrusts, growing sloppier the tighter you clench onto him. āTell me how good my cock feels splittinā you open.ā
āS-so deep, Joel.ā Your eyes are at the back of your skull, unable to maintain their focus as you feel the coil in your stomach on the verge of snapping. Youāre not sure if itās because of your budding release or because Joel really has succeeded in breaking you.
His thumb abandons your clit then, eliciting a whine. Instead, he is reaching for one of your hands, tearing it off his shoulder, and pressing it just below your belly button.
Like a deer in headlights, your eyes go wide again to find him leering down at you, damp lips parted and hair sticking to his forehead. He is fully mounted on top of you, and you cannot help but press the hand he guides further into your flesh, feeling the bulbous tip of his cock bulging from beneath the flesh.
āYou feel that, pretty girl?ā he quips, having his answer by the sheer drunk look in your eyes. There is something so obscene, so vulgar about feeling him through your skin. It has your toes curling.
āJoel, IāmāIām gonna-ā
The quickening of his pace cuts you off, words reduced to pathetic whimpers. You can feel your own wetness pooling between your bodies, the headboard behind you banging relentlessly into the wall.
āCome on my cock, pretty girl. Come so I can fill you all the way up.ā His coaxing is enough to bring you just to the edge, the brush of his fingers against your clit returning, and sending you over.
Youāre clutching your stomach the entire ride through your release, the way your body melts into the will of his demolition enough to bring Joel to his own. The sounds he elicits are damn near snarls, absolutely ravenous as he strokes into you. You feel the familiar warmth inside of you when he takes a final thrust forward, keeping himself fully enclosed in your walls as he coats them with his seed.
And when heās finished, he remains sheathed inside of you. Collapsing onto your chest, allowing your legs to be released from their prison against you. Keeping you plugged up with his cock and his come, branding you with the most sacred part of him.
18+, Minors Do Not Interact
Pairing: Pleasure!Dom Pike x Female!Reader
Word Count: 2.8k
Summary: Just a casual evening with your pleasure dom husband and as many as orgasm as he thinks you can handle. There is zero plot here, people.
CW: so many orgasms, light bondage, temperature play, use of pet names (baby, honey, etc.) praise kink (obviously, unless you're new here. In that case; hi, welcome, I have a praise kink), aftercare
AN: I need this man more than I need food or oxygen or money. I'm out of my mind over him and I curse the day I decided to watch these random ass episodes of The Mentalist. Friendy reminder that I am phasing out my tag list, so please follow @mountainsandmayhem-updates and turn on the notifications to stay up to date. Thank you so much for reading, where's my Pike Army? XO
Dividers by @saradika-graphics
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The warm oil drizzles over your mound, spreading across your hips and cunt. You let out a pained hiss when it hits your sore and overstimulated clit.
āOuuchh,ā you whine, your breathing shudders.Ā
āYouāve been such a good girl,ā Marcus murmurs, watching the oil as it beads and rolls in every direction. āJust relax.āĀ
You close your eyes and try to steady your breathing. Relaxing the muscles in your arms and legs that have been pulling at the soft silk restraints for god knows how long as Marcus pulled orgasm after orgasm out of you.Ā
He is still dressed, he had only managed to remove his suit jacket and tie before he started. He has the sleeves of his crisp white shirt rolled to his elbows, still tucked into the dark blue dress pants you picked up from the dry cleaner yesterday. His belt is still on, too, shoes toed off at some point during his slow torture.Ā
You, on the other hand, are completely naked. A delicate, white silk tie around your wrists that is then looped through the headboard, stretching your arms above your head. Your ankles are held much in the same way, one tie on each ankle, keeping your legs spread wide.
Heās used every means available to him to make you come tonight; fingers, tongue, your small purple vibrator, a dildo, or a combination of one or two of those things. Heās done everything except fuck you. At some point you lost count of the orgasms, lost track of when one would end and the next would start.Ā
The oil starts to soothe the dull ache heās caused at the apex of your thighs. Marcusās intention is never to cause you pain, but tonight you learned that too much pleasure can feel like torture.Ā
You let out a content sigh, muscles going gooey and pliant. āThereās my girl,ā he says proudly, his strong hands coming to your hips, his thumbs needing the muscles along the crevice of your leg and pelvis.Ā
He clears his throat gently. āI think I counted sixteen.āĀ
You smirk and let out a small giggle, eyes still closed as you relax into his touches. He kisses the plush skin along your lower belly. His soft velvety lips are gentle, granted Marcus Pike is always gentle. Yes, heāll tie you down or make you orgasm so many times you black out, but heās always soft and warm. Always asking for permissions. Always explaining exactly whatās going to happen before it does - not that you have an option, or want an option if youāre being honest.
āBaby girl?ā He mumbles, his breath hitting the oil, warming your most sensitive spots. You shudder, an icy shiver running down your spine at the feel of him. āThink we can get you to twenty?āĀ
His hands move to massage the tops of your thighs, thumbs crawling closer and closer to your pussy. Your clit twitches at the promise of him giving you another orgasm, that blissful tingle causes the tired and overworked walls of your cunt to flutter. Pleasure followed by a dull painful ache waves across your center and mix of a whine and whimper fills the room.
āWhatās the matter, baby?ā
His thumbs come to carefully pull apart your puffy outer lips. Watching intently as the oil coats your glistening folds. A moan rumbled in his chest, āBeautiful.āĀ
āIām sensitive, Marcus,ā you murmur, pulling at the silk ties he has your hands bound above your head with.
āI know, this perfect little pussy has taken so much. And youāve been so brave and submissive. Iām so proud of you, honey.ā He places a light kiss on the patch of hair right above your clit.Ā
Your orgasm happens so quickly and without him even touching you. A lustful gasp leaves your lips as you shake under him. His voice is full of lustful admiration as he says, āGood job, baby.ā
Your muscles tense, hands fisting, as the orgasm rolls through you. You whine his name, equally desperate for the orgasm to end but also for it to never stop. āJust relax, thatās my good girl.āĀ
āOh god,ā your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath.Ā
āLook at me, darling.ā Marcus said sweetly, the soft pads of his thumbs running up and down the slick lips of your pussy.Ā
You look down at him, the soft expression of his face riddling you with emotions. You can feel the tears prickle behind your eyes. Tears of what you arenāt sure. Happiness, thatās for sure. But also a sense of overwhelm and insatiable need, itās all mixed together. You can stop it, a hot tear runs down your flushed cheek.Ā
āItās ok. Iām right here,ā He says softly. āYou can do this, baby. Just three more, then Iāll run you a bubble bath and give you my sweat pants and all the cuddles. Can you do that? Can you give me three more?āĀ
āNo,ā you say through a shaky breath. Heās trying to kill you, youāre sure of it. And while death by orgasm might sound like a great way to go, your pussy is aching and tired.Ā
His thumbs stop their ministrations.Ā
āDo you need to use your safe word?āĀ
You shake your head, āNo.ā
He lowers his mouth to your swollen clit, lightly feathers his tongue over the tender bundle of nerves. You pull so hard on the restraints that the delicate silk snaps and your hands card through his hair, pulling him back. He has you on that paper thin line of pain and pleasure, but the slight attention to your puffy clit slices through you. āNonono - please stop.āĀ
āDo you need to use your safe word?ā He asks again.
You shake your head no.
āDo you need me to go get some ice? Make my tongue nice and cold, then make your pussy feel better?āĀ
āYes, please.ā You pout, sticking out your bottom lip.Ā
Marcus stands and removes his belt. āOk baby, but first, my naughty little girl broke her restraints. Arms up.ā
You put your arms back above your head and he expertly loops the belt around your wrists. He leaves the scraps of silk that are still around your delicate wrists and then wraps the belt around the headboard.
He stands beside the bed, looking down at you hungrily. āFuck, I could torture you for hours,ā his eyes flick to the alarm clock across the from you and then back to your flushed face. Smirking a little, he corrects himself. āI already have been, so I guess I should say that I will never be sick of seeing you like this. So submissive and sweet. Listening to my every word. Teetering on the edge of pain and pleasure. Youāre such a good girl for me, arenāt you?āĀ
He runs the back of his hand down your cheek, you keen into his touch and smile at him. āYes, Iām a good girl, Marcus.āĀ
He bends down, kissing your forehead and then the tip of your nose before he walks out of the bedroom. You look him up and down, so sexy in his dress pants and white dress shirt, his strong, veiny forearms on display. You had no idea what you were in for when he ditched the tie and suit jacket the moment he walked in the door tonight. But you knew that look. When frustration etched his eyebrows and a hunger flashed in his eyes. You knew he needed an escape, and you knew it came in the form doing exactly as he says.Ā Ā
Marcus grabs a small bowl and fills it with ice from the freezer. He grabs you a bottle of water and then pops an ice cube in his mouth, letting the frozen water melt on his tongue as he walks back up the stairs. As he re-enters the bedroom he sees you lying there - spread eagle and arms bound, eyes closed peacefully, long lashes resting on your cheeks. Your swollen tits rise and fall, nipples hard and slightly purple from the rose gold clamps he had on them earlier. You look sinful and delicious. He meant what he said, he could do this to you forever and never get sick of it. But as your pleasure dom he knows heās going to have to stop soon. The folds of your pussy are puffy and red, he sucks the ice cube harder, making it small enough so he can speak.Ā
āGoddamn,ā it comes out as groan. āYouāre so fuckin beautiful.āĀ
You flutter your eyes open, āSo are you.āĀ
You swear he blushes as a shy smile crosses his face. āIām going to make it all better now, baby. Iām going to use my mouth to make you come again now. My tongue is nice and cool, it should help with that ache.ā
He puts the water on the bench at the foot of the bed and then climbs between your legs, placing the bowl of ice on the bed beside your hip. āAre you ready, baby girl?āĀ
You gulp before whispering, āYes.āĀ
His cold tongue licks a slow, flat, languid line from your entrance to your clit. The cooler temperature of his mouth soothes the burning heat between your thighs.Ā
āMmmm - Th-thank you, Marcus,ā you hum as he repeats the motion with his tongue two, three, four more times.Ā
He grabs a new ice cube and pops it in his mouth. As he sucks on it, he grabs a second cube and runs it down the right outer lip of your cunt. He hushes you as you cry out and then does the same thing to the left side. The cube in his mouth has melted enough now for him to continue tasting you. He places the flat of his tongue on your clit and presses down, his hand with the ice cube comes to your right nipple. Ice starts to combat the fire in your veins, and as he trails the ice cube around your nipple, his tongue mirrors the pattern on your swollen nub.Ā
And then it happens again. For the eighteenth time tonight, your orgasm hits you out of nowhere. Your convulse under his cold tongue and as quickly as the orgasm starts itās over. Youād think after coming this many times in the last two hours that youād be satisfied and exhausted, but the quickness of that last one leaves you wanting more.
He stills his tongue and lets you grind on him, the ice cube he was trailing along your body has melted. He grabs a fresh one and traces it along your body as you shamelessly hump your husbandās face.
He brings the ice cube to rest right above your mound, the cold water running down your folds, causing you to hiss as it hits your clit.Ā
Marcus pulls his tongue away quickly to say, āCome on, baby.ā He lays his tongue out for you again and you push your hips into him harder.Ā
āFuckfuckfuck - Marcus, I - Iām, oh fuuuuuck.ā
He slips the ice cube between his tongue and your cunt and you shatter around him.
āOh god, mmmmm, yes.ā Your voice is hoarse, throat dry from the combination of your rapid breathing and incoherent ramblings throughout the night.
He stays still, letting you control your nineteenth orgasm. His name spills from your lips as you circle your hips. The walls of your pussy clench and release around nothing, slowly and deeply, over and over. Sparks of pleasure light behind your eyes.Ā
āMarcus. Yesyes - oh my god,ā your legs start to tremble as you come down the other side of the most intense orgasm youāve had so far tonight.Ā
āGood girl,ā he whispers, kissing up your hip bone to your stomach, your navel to your sternum, the swell of your breasts to your neck, and finally your lips. āYouāre doing so well, baby. Just one more. Can you do just one more for me?āĀ
You strain your neck to press your lips to his again. Kissing him deeply and slowly. āOne more,ā you mumble into his lips.Ā
āIām going to untie you for this one. I want to feel your fingers tug at my hair as I suck on that perfect little clit while pushing my fingers against that little spot inside of you that drives you absolutely wild. Is that ok, little one?āĀ
āMmm,ā you hum. Mischievously adding, āYes, daddy.āĀ
Marcus laughs flirtatiously as he releases your wrists from his belt and the torn silk ties. āAre you okay, baby?āĀ
You nod as he guides your arms down and then situates himself between your soft, plush thighs, sitting back on his heels.
āDo you need a drink?ā He asks, grabbing the water from the foot of the bed.Ā
āYes, please.ā
He cracks the lid and then helps you sit, guiding the bottle to your lips. You sip a little, the cool water soothes your throat. Marcusās brown eyes bore into you, soothing the rest of your body. āOne more, baby,ā he whispers.Ā
You hum in agreement before lying back down in the bed. Marcus leaves your ankles restrained as he unbuttons his dress shirt and then tosses it on the floor. You eye his hard chest and slightly soft belly, a line of dark hair that starts at his navel and travels down to his cock, which is rock hard under his dress pants.
He gives you a shy closed lip smile, āDo you need to use your safe word?āĀ
āNo,ā you say breathily.
Marcus grabs an ice cube and holds it in his fist, his lips coming to place lingering kisses on your clit. Making out with one of his favourite parts of you. Kissing and kissing, occasionally running his tongue along it before kissing you deeply again.Ā
Once the ice cube in his hand has melted, he teases at your entrance with two cold fingers. You cry out, as pushes them all the way in and then he curls them forward, turning you into a moaning mess. You wrap your fingers into his hair like he asked, holding his face against you.Ā
āThatās my girl,ā he says between kisses. āSo good for me.āĀ
He sucks your clit into his mouth, pumping his fingers against your g spot. A pained cry passes your lips, āaah, it hurts.āĀ
āI know, baby. Youāre so close.ā He whispers encouragingly, pausing the suckling on your clit, keeping his fingers still.Ā
āI - I canāt.ā
āYou can do it, baby. Youāre almost there. I can feel you clenching me.ā He curls his fingers forward slowly. āCome on, my love.āĀ
āM - Marcus. It hurts, baby. I canāt. I canāt.ā You whimper.Ā
āRelax, baby.ā His free hand presses on your lower belly and the pressure behind your navel becomes nearly unbearable. āThatās it, fuck baby. I can feel her fluttering for me. Can feel your orgasm building. Youāre amazing, did you know that? Give me number twenty, pretty girl.ā
You whimper again, willing your body to relax. Willing for the dull painful ache to blossom into pleasure.
āGood girl. Just relax,ā he presses down on your stomach harder, his fingers still cold inside you as they tickle against the front wall of your pussy.Ā
You tighten your grip in his hair and he hisses at the pain in his scalp before bringing his lips back to your clit. He sucks it into his mouth loudly, lewd sucking noises filling the room, only interrupted by your mumbles of building pleasure.Ā
He releases your clit, āLet go for me.ā
With a final steadying breath it hits you. Your last orgasm sashes over, erasing every thought until all you are is the pleasure Marcus gives you. Your abused pussy flutters weakly around his fingers as he pumps them inside of you. You gasp and squeal as your body breaks out in goosebumps, but simultaneously glistens with a fresh sheen of sweat.Ā
Marcus slows his fingers and looks up at you through his lashes. āYouāre so beautiful,ā he whispers in awe as the involuntary full body twitching of your orgasm starts to slow.
āSoā¦ā he kisses your mound.
ā...Veryā¦ā he stops his fingers and kisses your hip.Ā
ā...Beautiful,ā he starts to slowly slip his fingers out and your body goes slack.Ā
You lay there panting, trying to catch your breath and find your muscles. Marcus unties your ankles and climbs beside you, pulling you into him and tucking your head into his neck.Ā
āI love you,ā he murmurs into your hairline, kissing you softly. āYou did so well for me. Twenty orgasms. My good girl.āĀ
You roll into him tighter and wince when your thighs squeeze together.Ā
āAw, baby. Is she sore?āĀ
You pull back to be able to look at him. āA little, yeah.āĀ
āCome here,ā he pulls you closer. āJust let me hold you a little and then Iāll run you that bubble bath I promised.āĀ
āWill you come in with me?ā You ask sleepily.Ā
Marcus laughs gently, āOf course. Whatever my baby wants.āĀ
You nuzzle deeper into his skin and let your eyelids close. Completely and utterly surrounded by your beautiful husband.Ā
I need to tap a sign that says āJust because you have a lack of experience with the kinky and sensual and thus experience discomfort with it does not make it morally reprehensible, and in acting that way youāre only playing into the hands of people who want to use that as a means by which to decimate queer communitiesā
It's 4am, you're staying over at a friend's place with some other people after a long night out. As things wind down, you head into the extra room to get ready for bed, and it doesn't take you long to pass out once your head hits the pillow. Shortly after, someone else comes in looking for a spot to sleep, a guy you've been interested in for a while. He whispers out your name, and shakes you a bit trying to ask if he can share the bed with you. No response. He tries again, still nothing. Seeing as this is his only other option besides the hardwood floor in the living room, he finishes getting ready and slips into bed with you, trying one more time to wake you up and ask if it's okay, with no success.
After a while laying next to you, he starts thinking about turning over and wrapping his arm around you to get closer. He knows it's probably a bad idea, but you guys have been cuddly before, so it shouldn't be too much of a shock if you woke up, right? As he gets closer under the covers and brings his arm around you, he realizes you aren't wearing any clothes. He hesitates for a moment before leaning into it instead and embracing you, feeling your skin against his. It doesn't take long before his mind is racing with dirty thoughts, he feels himself starting to get hard pressed up against your ass and quickly backs up in case you feel it. You haven't moved since he got in bed with you though, and you're still softly snoring, so he figures maybe it wouldn't hurt to go a bit further.
He starts tracing his fingers over your body, seeing if you react. Nothing. You're still laying on your side facing away from him, so he slowly works his fingers in between your legs, pausing anytime you make a sound or move. They work their way up towards your pussy, closer and closer, until they're spreading you open to circle and probe the entrance. You let out a soft moan, causing him to stop for a moment and imagine what you could be dreaming about. Being touched, being played with, being usedā¦it turns him on even more since you have no idea what's happening to you.
He keeps gently rubbing his finger in circles, adding a bit more pressure until you start to get wet. It covers his finger and makes it easy for him to slide it further up towards your clit. You shift again, another soft moan, so he holds his finger there until he can tell you're still asleep. Then he slowly starts to move, just enough to stimulate you, his finger tensing and releasing to make you feel a throbbing sensation under your clit. He slides his finger back down and starts to push it inside this time. You sleepily moan but he doesn't stop, he keeps going until his finger is all the way in, then he holds it there to see if you wake up.
A minute goes by, two minutes, nothingā¦so he starts to carefully rub inside you, following the textures with the pad of his fingertip. Over your ridges, along the folds, rocking back and forth and playing with the pressure to test how much he can get away with. Pulling it out, then slowly pushing back in, his fingers are fully exploring you, without you even knowing. He notices how wet you've gotten now between his other fingers, dripping down and spreading all over your thighs which are still sandwiching his hand. It feels so hot all over down there, and he starts to think about how much he wants to shove his cock into you, if you would wake up or not, if he even cares if you do anymore. Your body clearly wants this, it wants to be fucked, it wants to be used.
He pulls his finger out slowly and reaches down to touch himself, covering the end of his shaft with your juices so he can slide in easily. The tip moves to the back of your thighs, and slowly starts to slide between them, towards your now wet and messy cunt. He starts to push insideā¦causing you to shift your leg a bit and softly moan, and he resists the urge to slam the rest of the way in to make sure you're still asleep instead. It feels so good to slowly push into you, feeling you squeeze around him, as he imagines you dreaming about being fucked while he fills you up. You start to moan more, causing him to stop and wait several more times until he's all the way in, and he holds it there so you can feel his cock twitch and throb inside you.
After a while he starts to move in and out slowly, your moans get a bit louder and happen more often, but that doesn't stop him anymore. He knows you're about to wake up, but it feels too good to stop, and you won't be able to resist in your sleepy daze. He reaches around and covers your mouth one hand, while the other arm wraps around your neck and pulls you against him. He starts to pound into you faster, feeling you start to push back with every thrust as you wake up like a needy little slut who wants more. You don't even know what's happening yet but you want to cum so bad, it's all you were dreaming about and now it's all you're thinking about, isn't it?
He takes his hand off your mouth and starts roughly groping your tits while he's fucking you. Then he reaches down to start rubbing your clit, lightly at first then adding a bit more pressure with every thrust until you finally tip over the edge, holding you tightly against him so he can feel your body squirming against his. As you're cumming, you finally realize the situation, and don't know if it's the fear or pleasure making it feel so good. Your body feels paralyzed and you want to struggle to get away, but at the same time you love everything about it. You have no idea whose hands are all over your body, whose cock is sliding in and out of your pussy, but you're squeezing around it and pulling it back in anyway because it feels so good. You don't want it to stop.
He keeps fucking you with the same rhythm, giving you no breaks, until all you can focus on is the feeling of his cock pumping in and out of you, over and over until your mind goes blank. Your body is moving on its own now, you're curving your back and grinding your ass back against him so he can hit the perfect spot. You don't care anymore, and you have no choice now but to be a good girl and lay there, letting him use you for as long as he wants. That's exactly what you want too though, you're just an obedient little fuckdoll that craves being used.
Over time you hear his breath and moans start to build up by your ear, turning almost feral. He pulls your hips against him with one hand as he pushes in as deep as he can go, causing you to snap out of your trance and let out a cute little yelp from the pain. The other hand wraps around your throat and tightens, and you let out a muffled groan of satisfaction as you feel him throb and pulse inside you again. You feel him start to fill you up from deep inside, and the warmth spreads as he slowly starts to pull out. You feel his cum dripping down your thigh, onto the bed, but you just lay there silently and wait, processing what just happened. Part of you doesn't want to know who it was, and he takes the silence as a chance to grab his clothes and sneak out of the room before being confronted.
The next morning things seem normal to everyone else, but you know one of the guys there used you. You glance around at everyone while they're talking and try to see if you can tell who's guilty, who glances away the fastest or has the hardest time maintaining eye contact. As you look around, the thought of each of them inside you runs through your head. You lock eyes with the guy you're interested in, the one who did it, but you can't tell. Ultimately, you decide there's no way to know for sure, but you secretly hope that whoever it was will be there again next weekend.
I love when a girl is intentionally bratty to get dominated, it makes me want to force your face down to the pillow and use a toy to pound both holes at once pound you so hard you fall unconscious then continue. Wake you up with cum squirting inside of your pussy.
