Will you be willing to do g!p Daniela x female reader, please? Doing it in the library.
Hi my darling!! Thanks a bunches for waiting so long on this 🫶🏻🫶🏻 I hope I made up for the time 😉
Smut: Established Relationship- (G!P) Daniela Dimitrescu | Feminine Reader
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“Mother always has you working!” A familiar high-pitched voice echoed through the sound of frantic buzzes. Your hand stopped in its place upon the shelf, the duster clutched between your fingers hung idle.
“It's almost as if I'm the maid.” You dryly teased, your head attempting to look over your shoulder – though Daniela was quicker. You huffed, your body jumping in startlement as strong arms suddenly enveloped you from behind. Daniela buried her face into your neck - surprisingly it was clean. She must've washed, or perhaps she didn't feed at all yet today. But knowing Daniela, the latter was near impossible. Your curiosity piqued as to why she would show up so randomly clean, maybe your scolding had finally gotten to her? You didn't have time to dwell on the idea – your eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of her lips curving into a pout against your skin.
She made a squeak of protest, her grip tightening around your waist, “Don't you ever take breaks?”
“My shift only started an hour ago.”
Daniela made another undignified noise of complaint, yet despite her obvious disapproval, she was loudly purring in your ear – her entire figure slightly vibrating. You quietly laughed at her dramatics. She was ridiculous. A couple of her flies had broken away from her makeshift body; both now finding temporary residence on your arms and legs. They crawled around your uniform with curiosity, the feeling of their small, ticklish legs causing you to shiver.
Daniela's cold hands slid down to your waist, her fingers utilized their grip to abruptly spin you around - causing you to now face her, your back against the previous bookshelf you were dusting.
“Well I'm bored.” She whined like a petulant child.
You arched an amused brow. “Why not bother your sisters?”
Her pout dramatically grew, “I've already done that!”
“What about your mother? She always loves talking to you.”
“She said she's busy with paperwork.”
You hummed at her defeated attitude. You'd suggest she find entertainment in the cellar below the floor, but your stomach turned at the idea of what is undoubtedly down there. You hated Daniela being dirty as it was, why further encourage it? Plus, you didn't want to spend hours scrubbing the walls and floors. You scanned over the view in front of you – her red hair spilling from her hood, her rounded cheeks that were puffed from her frown, her tempting, black-painted lips. You lingered on them before reluctantly drawing your gaze back up; your eyes catching her wide, silently pleading ones. They were dilating, you noticed. Black was covering gold like a splatter of pen ink. You caught your bottom lip in between your teeth as you watched the phenomenon – much similar to how a chemist would eye their chemicals. How seductively poetic of her to subconsciously put on such a show.
“Your mother would kill me if she saw me not working.”
You argue, but that small voice inside of your head told you it was no use. You couldn't fight Daniela…not successfully, at least.
“I won't tell.” She leaned closer, her icy forehead now making a burned contact on your warm one. Daniela's flies buzzed hastily around both of your bodies -- a sweet giveaway of her flustered nerves and excitement.
“Come on, darling. Just a little break? For me?” She weaponized her best, most pitiful face, her nose brushing yours a couple of times for added effect.
Curse those damned puppy eyes.
And curse that voice, too.
You sighed. Daniela had an incredible talent for getting her way. Or, maybe you were just weak against her.
With a flick of your wrist, the duster tossed out of your hand and landed on the nearby table – the sound echoed throughout the library like a trumpet declaring zero self-control. Daniela's lips curled upward in happy approval at your actions, her golden eyes sparkling with nothing short of pure desire.
“Mother won't find out.” Her lips teased yours until a hot shiver of impatience ran to your core, her breath fanning your face did little to cool you, “So long as you're quiet.”
“Daniela-” Your unconvincing argument was cut short by her mouth claiming yours. True to Daniela, the kiss was messy – teeth clashing, saliva connecting the both of you with thin strings as if it were a soul tie. You felt her exhale into you, and with embarrassing eagerness, you swallowed the air. Her hands roamed up the sides of your body with deliberate slowness. Even after all of this time, she still worshiped every inch of skin - forever dedicated to her studies of memorizing who you are. So soft, so warm – fragile, so human. So hers.
You gasped into her mouth whenever she would tighten her grasp, squeezing a piece of your uniform in her hands. It was sure to wrinkle, which would undoubtedly make the rest of your shift hard. You could already picture the side eyes from your peers.
She slid her fingers until her palms met the small of your back, your reactive arch was instantaneous. Daniela pushed herself further into you, the curve of her breasts against yours earned a temporarily broken kiss due to your surprised noise.
“Daniela-” You panted, fighting to speak between her rapid, impatient kisses, “What are-” Her mouth moved down your jaw, the action resulted in your head being tilted further back against the bookshelf; one of the books rattling, threatening to fall to the stone floor below.
“What are you doing…” You weakly murmured above a whisper. Gasping for air, your chest heaved.
Her throat flexed as she deeply chuckled. Wasn't it obvious? Daniela knew you weren't that stupid. You were merely humoring her, of course. But your constant questioning was starting to get frustrating. She never was one to house much patience – especially not when her groin was beginning to tighten the fabric of her underwear.
“Don't play coy,” She licked a line from your chin to your ear, the skin beneath her tongue coated in a wet, tingling sensation; goosebumps quickly following.
Her sharp teeth lightly bit at your earlobe, a mocking reminder of just how easily she could rip you apart. The idea, as graphic as it was, made your thighs squeeze together. Daniela snuggled her face against the side of yours, she so clearly could smell the arousal mixing in your blood. It was strong, much like the freshly ground coffee Bela would brew in the morning. A small, near animalistic whine bubbled in her throat, Daniela's muscles flexed as she pulled you impossibly closer to her – God, how badly she wanted to drink from you. Her eyes hazily focused on your pulse point, her heightened senses allowing for her to count each beat. She was starving; hardly able to resist herself.
Your hands made their way up her arms, the black material of her dress felt smooth on the tips of your fingers. You shamelessly clawed at her biceps, feeling the hard structures beneath your hands sent pure heat to your core. Purposely, you found placement just beside the v-neck slit of her corset, the exposure allowing you to dig your nails into the skin of her collarbone. Daniela reacted beautifully; a choked gasp filtering directly into your hearing. You bit your lip to quiet any more sinful noises of your own.
This was dangerous – as most things regarding Daniela were. The other maids could walk in, her sisters could see, God forbid her mother notice! Your hands almost pushed her away – your mouth almost conjured a slurry sentence of rejection. But alas, you were silenced by her hips pushing against you; the growing bulge, barely sheltered by her dress, briefly rubbed against your lower stomach. Your eyes fell shut as you accepted the current situation with burning desire – she was not fully erect yet, but getting there quickly. Even your voice of reason couldn't deny how wet you were becoming. You couldn't hide it, either. Daniela was inhaling your scent like it was a drug.
“You smell good.” Her voice shook, “God, so…good..”
Her words were followed by another roll of her hips. You shakily inhaled, your left knee slightly bent as your leg instinctively tried to hike around her waist, only to be caught between your bodies. Daniela laughed at your desperation. Tauntingly, one of her hands slowly pursued the route from your lower back – tracing down the side of your thigh, finally resting as she hooked her grasp beneath the soft flesh. With a squeeze to the skin that your moving skirt threatened to expose, Daniela positioned your leg beside her hip. She smirked at the new access.
Your frame was overpowered by her much stronger one, though you didn't find the urge to refuse. Daniela's tongue sang a devilish, sloppy and wet harmony as she worked; painting your lower jaw in dark bruises. You hissed in response to how sore your skin was getting, though this action only spurred her on. Daniela sucked harder with each little noise.
She kept grinding against you, her length shifting her tight dress until you could feel it pulsating on your abdomen. The feeling made your body grow weak, and Daniela pathetically whimpered into your skin. Already so sensitive. Without a doubt her dress underwear was already ruined – as was yours. You felt your own precum leak to the sides of your thigh, causing you to shift uncomfortably.
You drug your hands down her torso, ensuring to stop at her clothed breasts and kneed them; giving them the proper attention they deserve. Daniela broke away from her litter of scattered hickeys to groan at your touch, her golden eyes closed in pleasure, her mouth hung open. You almost choked at the sight.
She moved again, this time more finicky, sharper than the others. You squeaked in surprise and poetically, the books behind you had the same response. Daniela's sudden movement had caused the shelf to quake, thus leading to the wobble and eventual clatter of a couple of her beloved books. Your frame jumped at the sound, immediately sinking into your lover’s arms; your head finding shelter smothered into her chest. Daniela responded protectively, her hand remained beneath your thigh – holding it in place, the other soothingly rubbed up and down your back. She tilted her head downwards, her senses filled with your hair.
“Mother has gotten you wound tight.” She laughed into the top of your head before placing a ghostly kiss to your scalp.
Your hands opted to wrap around her neck. You fit against her like a puzzle piece – perfectly connected and content. You hummed, the feeling of her arousal still heavy on your mind. It took tremendous willpower to stop from grinding against her.
“Can you blame me? She has everyone high strung.”
Daniela was a mommy's girl to the tenth degree, but even she couldn't deny that statement. Her mother did run the castle like it was the highest branch of the military known to man. She shook her head,
“I cannot disagree…” She trailed off, barely managing to pry you away from her, at least just enough so that she could view your face. She maneuvered her head to be near level with yours, her lips massaging your nose as she continued, “But I can help you relax.”
She planted a kiss to the edge of your nose, and then another in between your eyebrows. You would've blushed at the domesticated gesture had she not, once again, taken you by surprise. Daniela interrupted – her hands flying down beneath your ass. Effortlessly, she picked you up without so much as a grunt, your legs instinctively wrapping around her waist. You weren't given the opportunity to protest, nor would you have taken it if it arrived. She walked the both of you away from the bookshelf, her gaze set over your shoulder – landing on the loveseat by the frosted over window. It was her favorite spot to read during the day, especially in the summer when she could bask in the sunlight like an overgrown house cat. The idea of taking you on those familiar cushions didn't sound too bad. In fact, it sounded sinful. Daniela liked that. She could hardly contain a giggle at the thought.
You, of course, got rather used to the once eerie sound. What you perceived as manic was now romantic in its own unique, Daniela sort of way.
With your hands cupping her face, you held her lips against your own – your mouths moving in an un-choreographed rhythm. Daniela bumped into a side table and tripped over the carpet, causing a few of her flies to disperse in a moment of panic, and you a wide-eyed inhale, until eventually her legs found the loveseat. Daniela laid you down, your body morphing into the soft cushions as she hovered above you – each of her knees on either side of your hips. Her hands moved from your ass, now placed on either side of your head, holding her weight. Red hair curtained your face when it was no longer securely tucked behind her ears.
Your lips and chin were smeared black from her lipstick, and your neck, which was already decorated in a blue-ish purple, was soon to adorn the same messy paint. Daniela burrowed her face beneath your chin, greedily, sloppily biting at your skin. Her name got lost in translation on your tongue when you felt her hips start another slow rhythm.
“Dani...” You gasped against her mouth, “We need protection.”
Daniela shushed you almost immediately, “Just trust me.” She cooed, flattening her forearms so that she was fully caging your head.
“That's risky!” You whispered like it was the most obvious thing ever.
You got a clear look at her face – her swollen lips, blown pupils, hooded eyes – your scolds disappeared. How could you say no? Especially when she looked so delicious?
It really was unfair how convincing your lover could be. You pecked her lips in between awkward wiggles as you both somewhat stripped. Since she was in a dress and you in a skirt, the underwear was the only blocking layer – but it was still a struggle to remove it without falling off of the couch.
You tried to hide your undergarments between your body and the cushions of the couch, Daniela just simply disregarded hers with a flick of the wrist.
“Dani! Someone could see!”
One of her hands gently took hold of your wrists, holding them above your head with ease, “You're annoying when you worry.” She pouted, “Stop thinking so much.”
It was your turn to pout, in return, Daniela giggled.
“Oh, stop.” She kissed your forehead and down to your cheek. You relished in having her undivided attention, more so when she spoiled you in ways such as now.
Daniela continued down to your throat, ghostly brushing over her previous marks that were still sensitive. Your back arched ever so slightly up into her front whenever she would press too hard, a lightening strike of pain and pleasure erupting in your bones.
You knew Daniela like a poem that you wrote in an old diary. You knew she usually preferred to go slow, to have you mindlessly begging for her in uneven, raw gasps – but apparently she felt different today, much to your surprise.
You'd quickly find the answer to your earlier curiosity about her clean face, as with a practiced movement, Daniela's head disappeared between your thighs.
Your fingers frantically pushed away the hood of her dress, the new access allowing you to tightly pull at her curls. Daniela groaned against you, the sensation making your eyes roll to the back of your head. You hadn't expected her to move so fast.
Her teeth bit at your skin, bordering breaking the first layer. Daniela shook from anticipation at your blood. Warm, thick liquid that only she had ever tasted.
She kissed your thighs until her nose met the top of your clit. For a second, you thought she might tease – that she might turn her head to admire your opposite thigh in chaotic kisses.
Of course, that was not the case whatsoever.
Daniela's tongue teased your entrance - long, slow licks up your slit, occasionally stopping to swirl around your clit. You pushed your hips up to meet her; silently begging for more. Each time you moved, Daniela would hold you down.
You crossed your ankles on her back – caging Daniela in as you held her head with a firm grip. Her dick brushed the cushions, each contact making her more and more eager. Opening her mouth to fully intake your warm, Daniela's tongue met your slick walls, her teeth scraping your outer skin. She pushed her face as far into you as she could, ensuring not an ounce of you went ungathered. She happily swallowed your taste, eating like she hadn't had a meal in days.
Her eyes watched your ecstasy with nothing short of love. She watched your stomach tense as she went deeper, she watched your chest heave with short-lived gasps. How hard your head was pushing into the cushion below it – you were sure to have a headache later from how tense your muscles were. She smirked into your core at the thought of spoiling you with a hot bath. You were the most gorgeous thing she's ever seen. Prettier than the words in her books or the flowers blooming in the courtyard.
Daniela’s jaw quickly grew sore from the intensity of her actions, so in solution, she added a finger to aid her work. You swallowed her perfectly – clenching tightly around her tongue while she continued to stretch you.
You nearly cried at the new feeling. Your stomach rapidly tightening as you struggle to keep your noises low. It was obvious, by now. In no way could her family's sharp hearing not notice your falling apart. Briefly opening your eyes to view her, you felt as if the walls were closing in - your mind and body was overwhelmed, your only thoughts were Daniela. The sight of her greedily eating between your legs only made you closer, a sharp, frozen sting shot across your entire body at the realization. A new wave of arousal spilled into her mouth. Daniela moaned, temporarily slowing as she sucked all of it up. The vibration of her pleasure made your fingers curl tighter around her locks, nails scratching at her scalp.
She could feel your increasing pulsates and the way your thighs began to shake. Her face was reddening from the hold your legs had around her neck, restricting a good amount of her airflow. Though, she was oh so warm squished between you. She didn’t want to leave. Despite her comforts and although you tasted like sweet sin, this wasn't how she wanted to finish the fun. Daniela wanted to feel you absorb her every inch – to feel your spots grow sensitive. And so, Daniela eased her pace to a full stop, slipping her mouth and hand away from your leaking core. You made a noise of pure discontent, your fingers painfully tightening on her scalp as she tried to move back up.
“Sweetheart-” She hissed as you shoved her down again.
You refused to let her leave,
How dare she be so cruel!
You were so, so so so close.
But, ultimately, she was stronger.
Daniela slipped her hand up your body, taking hold of your wrist more roughly this time as she held it back above your head. She repeated the action with your other hand, fully capturing you once more.
Now hovering above you, her face glistening with your coat, she soothingly kissed your cheeks, murmuring soft apologies and reassurances.
It was your turn to whine – so desperately that your lover couldn't help but shiver. You heard her inhale, no doubt fighting a war to contain herself.
Now holding both of your wrists hostage with only one hand, Daniela tauntingly slid her hand back down your side. Her blown eyes never left your face – watching intensely as your lips parted to breathe, your watery eyes looking up at her in silent pleas, your complexion flushed and shining even brighter with the sun through the window.
She leaned closer, her nose nuzzling yours in a soft attempt for your attention, “Is this okay?”
You could hardly think properly – Daniela had consumed your consciousness with pure desire. You nodded, whimpering.
Her breathless laugh fanned your face.
You could smell the faint scent of her minty toothpaste.
She smiled at your state, sharp canines on full display, catching the sun's rays, even a few daring to reflect them. You wiggled beneath her impatiently; your hips grinding into the air in any search for friction, for relief.
You could feel her cock on the hood of your vagina, you could feel her warm essence as it had dripped onto your lower stomach. How teasing – how painfully teasing. There was an itch so far beneath the surface layer of your skin – a compelling need to be connected with her so intimately.
You caught her lips, pulling her face further down into your own. She gasped when you bit her lower lip, dragging it with you as the kiss broke.
“Dani…please, hurry.” Your voice shook with a painful inhale.
She kissed your chin in another apology. What was once meant to be a quickie was rapidly turning full-blown.
Her hand squeezed your hip bone once, twice for good measure, and then you felt the pads of her fingers glide across your sweaty skin. She reached down to her dick, fully erect and twitching; reacting to her own touch so vibrantly. Daniela's lips parted to introduce a line of salvia. Her cheeks hollowed as she pushed it out, urging it to fall onto her length.
It made contact with her veins, more specifically the longest one that traveled from the base of her dick to the head. Her thumb worked in expertise as she smeared the spit; lubricating herself.
Your mouth watered at the sight. You could see her hands flexing around her own girth – it was so big.
Your ankles hurriedly un-crossed around her back as you spread your legs, at least, the best you could on the couch. The air shared between your bodies filled with musk and cinnamon and the cushions smelled of her books. It was a drug that you were hopelessly addicted to.
With her hand as guidance, Daniela's dick rubbed through your slick folds. You moaned loudly – enough for her to kiss you; effectively shutting you up.
“I thought you didn't want to be caught?” She teased, her usual joyful tone lacked any of its high pitch, for it was now stripped to a low rasp.
Your hands twitched as if to move, Daniela tightened her grip on your wrists; pushing them further into the couch, your joints were experiencing pleasurable pain from the pressure.
She moved only slightly, allowing her tip to just barely enter your core. “So impatient.” She pecked your lips, “Shouldn't you ask nicely?”
It was physically difficult to not roll your eyes, after all, she started this!
“Daniela!” You whined, your body squirming beneath her again. Daniela abruptly pushed her hips with controlled accuracy, the head of her dick now comfortably resting inside of you, stretching you even further to fully accommodate it.
“Shhh…” Her free hand cupped your jaw, her sharp nails teasing your skin, “Be nice.”
“Please!” You nearly sobbed, your voice no longer caring if anyone heard, “Please, Dani.”
Already so broken – exactly how she wanted you to be. Daniela planted a kiss to each of your leaking eyes, her touch condescending and comforting all at once.
Cooing soft shushes, Daniela pushed her hips further. Your faces stayed connected by the nose as you gasped over and over again.
“Almost.” She whispered, briefly glancing down to watch herself disappearing inside of you.
Your noises weren't coherent moans or cries, but rather, something right in between. You and Daniela had snuck off this way before, but something was different – more powerful. The excited hum of her flies indicated that she reciprocated this peculiar feeling. You lazily smiled at how cute she could be in such a dominant position.
The innocence didn't last long, however. As it never did with Daniela.
Her hips pulled back slowly, and back in they went. A steady, easy rhythm to ensure she didn't hurt you.
Your vagina clenched around her dick – consistently pulsating and reeling her back in, refusing to let her fully leave. Daniela's forehead fully dropped to yours, her strength quickly dissipating at how badly your body yearned for her.
A slew of Romanian curses tumbled from her tongue, a couple of English ones slipping in between as well. Her long lashes fluttered when her eyes shut, you couldn't help but stare up at her in awe.
Your moans and whimpers soon synced to harmonize. Both of you were still trying to be quiet, but the library soaked up every secret within the pages of its books. In a way, this…scandalous meeting turned out to be surprisingly romantic. A thing only Daniela could pull off, you supposed.
You began to loosen around her with each thrust. Daniela took that feeling as a greenlight. She sped up her movements – not aggressively, but faster. Your mouth dropped open, mirroring hers.
It was your turn to swear through a low moan, your body completely relaxing underneath hers. You started to move against the couch with every inch you repeatedly swallowed. The friction felt heavenly on your back, even despite your blouse.
Daniela whimpered every time her tip reached your g-spot, and each whimper had an underlying purr beneath it. You always loved her unique sounds. Her pleasure was the best music you'd ever heard.
She kissed your cheeks and deposited a small kiss to your lips, before dropping her face into your neck. Her hand that was holding your wrists never loosened its grip, but her thumb did move in soothing circles. The extra added touch made you repeat her name in a holy prayer.
Her earlier tease left the coil still strung within your stomach. Embarrassingly, you could tell it was already tightening.
Daniela obliged, albeit a little sloppy. Her hips began to snap in a more or so unsteady rhythm, though that was part of the charm. You loved it even more than if she were even. Her nose nuzzled against your pulse point, causing her to deeply inhale.
Daniela sped up more, her thrusts now suddenly aggressive – the skin on skin sounds echoed off of the stone walls. You gasped, arching your back as pure bliss bloomed over your body.
“Darling, can I-” Her words shook, instantly grabbing your attention. She was heavily panting, her hand released yours, both of her palms sliding under your head, grabbing at your hair and scratching at the nape of your neck. Her biceps caged you, and fuck, did you find that attractive.
You barely heard her words – for one they were spoken under her breath, and for seconds, you were actively dazed with each pump, her dick massaging your walls with experience.
You could feel your muscles tightening,
you knew you'd be sore tomorrow from the way your hole felt cold to the air.
You nodded your head. At this point, you didn't care about the fact that you didn't really hear her. You'd let Daniela do whatever she wanted, so long as she kept going…deeper, faster…
Daniela bit down, sharp canines breaking your trance. Your eyes flew open with a small cry, though the pain dissolved into pleasure as she greedily sucked through the wound. Daniela moaned, the metallic taste filtering into her mouth made her squeeze the back of your neck. You were delicious – sweet and oh so very turned on.
It was like she could taste your impending orgasm.
Your hands flew down to her hair, red locks soon covering your fingers.
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck…” You repeated in utter satisfaction, though your voice was drowned out by her moans. Daniela nursed with greed, her thoughts blurring together until they all focused on your blood and the way your pussy squeezed her. So perfect – so hers. Only hers.
Her hips continued to snap back and forth, the couch shook with her movements. Your muscles fell limp, your body hers to take.
Your head felt dizzy, and for a moment, you had lost your hearing. On the verge of passing out, most definitely, but it felt so good. You didn't want her to stop, not really. But alas, Daniela knew you all too well. She pulled away, the suction of her mouth making a popping noise as she released your skin. Her black lipstick was tainted even darker with your blood, it dripped down from her mouth to her chin, a few droplets falling onto your maiden blouse.
“Hurry, my love.” She was the one to beg this time, effortlessly switching rolls as she drove you further into the cushions, pushing herself impossibly deeper, so much so that you both couldn't help the loud moan that escaped in unison.
You furrowed your eyebrows, not entirely sure what she was pleading for. Her tongue went to work to lap at the puncture holes on your pulse, which of course, stole your attention.
Her tongue was warm and wet, leaving a sticky residue of spit sitting on your neck. It was a striking contrast to your overheating, sweating body.
“Please..” She cried out again in a mere whisper, “Please cum. I can-I can't..”
You turned your head, nuzzling into the side of her face and part of her hair. You inhaled her scent, only now noticing the faint smell of your shampoo that radiated off of her.
No wonder you kept running out so quickly!
Nonetheless, you inhaled again, flushing your mind with the comforting aroma.
You nodded against her, the coil painfully tight.
Daniela encouraged you the best she could, half praises and half watery begs. You knew she must have been close as well, simply avoiding finishing inside of you.
Her thrusts grew sharper, your mouth now hanging open with no noise escaping. Choked breaths and bordering sobs, but that was it. Too done in – the sting on your neck, the burn of your flesh, her nails digging into the back of your head, her cock rubbing and twitching and her precum already spilling hot liquid deep inside of you-
Your back arched with an unceremonious groan. Daniela's ears perked up, her head lifting, her eyes snapping to you. Immediately, one of her hands slid out from beneath your head, now covering your very loud mouth.
“Darling, hush-!” Her words were cut short as she felt your essence flood her dick, the tip of her cock swollen and itching to release. She closed her eyes and thinned her lips, focusing all of her strength on not finishing inside. Your sounds, albeit muffled from her hand, were still loud. Still lewd. Still incredibly arousing.
She was losing her battle.
Waves crashed over your soul like a hurricane. Intense pleasure flooded with sparks of fire spread across your thighs, your legs, down to your feet. Everything hurt, yet everything felt so blissful.
You couldn't open your eyes, you couldn't think straight.
Were you still holding her hair? Had your hands fallen limp to your side? You couldn't tell.
And your legs, you couldn't feel them at all. Were they shaking? They must've been.
Bright lights and pitch blackness covered your senses all at once. All in unison. You could faintly hear Daniela whimpering, buzzing…
And then, like clockwork, the world faded back into view.
Your arms were wrapped around her back, one leg off of the couch, the other pinned between the couch and Daniela. Shaking, of course. Violently shaking.
You were breathing heavily, the room still spun, the books that lined the nearby shelves morphed into a giant glob of blurry brown.
But your face focused on hers.
Swollen lips, beads of sweat covering her pale skin, her body humming with chaotic flies.
You locked eyes with her, a silent stream of communicating then filtered through. You nodded in silent permission, your eyes hooded, your smile cheesy but weak.
Daniela slowly pulled out, her dick completely soaked from you. You twitched when she was fully removed, now feeling empty but overpoweringly sensitive. You ignored your sudden sleepiness, forcing your eyes to remain open, to remain set on her.
She angled herself to be more on her knees, her hand leaving your mouth to messily push your blouse up, exposing your stomach. She maneuvered her head down to her cock, pointing towards your bare abdomen. You licked your lips. Her palm circled the tip of her dick, her head fell back in bliss. She stroked once, twice, smearing your cum all over her hand. Her tip was so swollen, so ready…it wasn't going to take much, you both knew that.
Daniela started to stroke herself, not caring enough to go slow or further tease – she began with a harsh pace, one that matched the speed she was going with you.
“Oh, my god.” She hissed, biting her lip as her brows furrowed in concentration. The sound of her hand meeting her own skin was thrilling, loud slaps that fully captured your mind.
Using all of your strength, you sat up, the shift caused her to open her eyes and peer down at you. “What-what are you..”
You leaned your head forward, your hands gently taking hers away from her length.
Your tongue licked her tip, eagerly lapping away any precum. With no further precaution, you wrapped your lips around her. You moaned at the taste of yourself mixing with her own. Daniela wasn't holding herself any better. You could've sworn she produced an inhuman squeak. Her hands found your hair, and sooner rather than later, her pace was back. You choked, gagged, cheeks hollowing as she thrusted into you, and met her own movements by pushing your head down. You swallowed all of her, albeit teary and already sore, but you did so happily.
“You spoil me.” She rasped out, her body buzzing from her insects, “Isn't this funner than working?”
Her giggles turned into moans, some quiet and soft, others a full, raw throat-torn cry. You let her use you, let her snap your head down to the base of her dick, let her slam her hips down your throat. You could go for round two at this point. A new wave of wet desire flushed out of you, no doubt staining the couch below.
“That's it, oh, God.” Your hands, which had been idly resting in your lap, reached up to play with her balls. You fondled them with equal attention in every way that you knew she liked – squeezing, pinching, massaging – Daniela rewarded you with more delectable little cries.
“I think-I think I'm gonna cum-” She looked at you with pleading eyes like she needed your permission. You smiled around her. She looked so cute, so ruined, so strangely submissive whilst being so rough. A balance only she could pull off.
You nodded the best you could. One of her hands left your hair to cover her mouth when her thrusts grew sloppy. You continued to bob your head yourself, thick cum spilling into your cheeks and down your throat, all the more causing you to deliciously choke around her.
You persevered, milking her completely dry, swallowing her every ounce. Daniela was warm and sweet, coated in a layer of salty. You drank her up, your ears taking in all of her muffled cries, and the faint sound of your name rolling from her lips.
She tugged your head, to which you paid no mind. You sucked her off until she was shivering, fully overstimulated and way too sensitive. Only when she tugged again, hissing in the meantime, did you relent and pull away.
Your lips and her dick were connected by white strings, which then melted into your skin, painting your chin in her essence. Not only were you utterly ruined, but you were marked in such a sexual way, not to mention the patch of hickeys on your neck. She mustered enough strength to smirk at the sight.
Daniela leaned down to kiss you, moaning as her own taste filled her mouth. The cushions had stains her mother would most certainly ask about, the books that had fallen early were still on the floor, the shelves were half dusted, but you…you were already half asleep in her arms, covered in her cum.
The lecture she was about to get was totally worth it.
Daniela was already recalling your schedule for the week as she scooped you up, disappearing into flies and flying you both to her bedroom for a bath.
She was so going to distract you again. Probably tomorrow.
