your boyfriend was a very patient man, and you admired that about him, everyone did. I mean he was clark kent, everyone's dream boyfriend.
you were grateful to have someone like him in your life, but it was a little irritating that he could go so long without... it.
how far would you have to go for him to absolutely lose it?
you knew what you were doing to him. clark noticed every little thing you did just to get an ounce of a reaction out of him, he would be lying if he said that it didn't work, the constant tent in his pants he had to hide throughout the day proved that much.
how could he not have a raging boner when you were pushing your ass up against him in a not-so-discrete way while the two of you waited in line for coffee, or the way you bent over in a painfully slow manner to pick up the pen that you 'accidentally' dropped in front of his desk, don't even get him started on the red lace panties he caught a glimpse of when you bent over.
his cock was fucking throbbing, and it wasn't even lunch yet.
the ride home from the office was silent. the only noise coming from the poor leather of the steering wheel being squeezed to death in clarks fist and the roar of the car engine as clark sped up even more.
"clark? honey? I think you should slow down a little..."
"im going the speed limit." he murmured. he was going the speed limit, but something felt off. like he was in a rush. he'd been unusually quiet all day.
"is everything alright clark?" you asked softly, maybe you had taken it too far? was he embarrassed? you always made sure no one was actually looking before you 'publicly' teased him.
"im fine sweetheart. don't worry your pretty little head, hm?"
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"strip."
"w-what?"
"you heard me princess. strip. I wanna see that new red lace set."
"clark I—"
"you know your word."
you looked up at your boyfriend, who was dead serious. clarks eyes scanned every inch of your body as his hand went to unbutton his white button up.
you stood at the edge of the bed in nothing but your red laced bra and work skirt that reached just above your knee. another thing you had done to purposely work him up.
as you began to take off your skirt, clarks hand grabbed your wrist.
"leave it on." he warned before reaching his hand to your face, his fingers trailing down your cheek before he gripped the bottom of your chin.
"get on your knees baby." his tone was strict, his voice deep and demanding. something that was so odd to hear from your boyfriend who was usually so gentle and warm.
nevertheless, you obeyed and dropped down in front of him, his gaze never left yours. not even as he started un-buckling his belt and pulling out his fat cock from the waistband of his boxers.
his tip was swollen and red, already leaking pre from how painfully solid his dick had been all day.
"look what you did. you know I've had to tuck my cock in all day because of you sweetheart? do you know how hard I tried to hold myself back from grabbing you and bending you over my fucking desk in front of the whole office?" his grip on your face was firm as he ran his thumb across your plump lips.
" m-'m sorry clark."
he tutted, his eyes leering into yours, "too late for that now. open up that filthy mouth."
you opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out as saliva dripped onto his hand, "look at you. mouth watering like a fucking slut, this what you wanted huh pretty girl?"
you nodded with no hesitation, earning a satisfied groan from your boyfriend as he slid his throbbing red tip on your tongue, the saltiness of his pre filling your tastebuds.
"hands behind your back." was all he said before thrusting his length into the warmth of your mouth, your eyes brimming with tears as you took him all the way down your throat. he watched as you held back gags with every thrust, his pace increasing as if he wanted to watch you cry and beg for him to stop.
"f-fuck... y-your mouth s'warm princess." he breathed out "you—mm—take me so well."
clark's thrusts grew sloppier as his hands gripped your head, your fingernails dug into your palms behind your back as tears ran down your face, along with your mascara. your teary eyes never leaving his.
it was a sight, and clark couldn't help but to get even more turned on.
" m'gonna—fuck!—m'gonna cum down your throat baby-" and with one more stuttered thrust, his warmth hit the back of your throat before he pulled his length out of your wet mouth.
you felt clark oogling your the way your breasts moved as your chest rose up and down catching your breath, he didn't miss the way your thighs pushed together.
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its been hours. the room smells of sex, you're covered head to toe in sweat, and clark is still going. you've lost track of how many times you've cum.
your thighs twitched with every thrust, clarks cock was still hard and covered in your slick along with his own cum after so many rounds.
your face was smushed into the mattress, your ass up, and your hands were tied behind you with clarks belt.
"c-clark... I can't—ngh!" a loud slap landed on your ass, clarks thrusts never ended.
"can't what hm? isn't this what you want baby?" he cooed, gripping onto your hips as his pelvis slammed into your ass even harder causing you to cry out.
"s'too much!—fuck!—clark p-please!" you were a sloppy mess, tear-streaked mascara ran down your face, your baby hairs drenched in sweat, and your mind lost in a daze of pleasure.
"you can—s-shit—you can take it pretty girl. you need to cum?"
you nodded, too lost in your own pleasure to find words.
"look at ya, too fucked out to even talk." clark teased as his hand reached up to fondle one of your tits. "say you're sorry baby. than you can cum."
" 'm sor—fuck!— m'sorry! i w-won't do it—ah!—again." you slurred on your words as your boyfriend kissed up and down your back, his thrusts never ending.
"atta girl." clark's other hand snaked in between your thighs, rubbing on your swollen clit. "cum for me baby."
your body jerked before you gushed around his cock for the nth time, loud and pathetic whimpers leaving your lips as you did so.
clarks thrusts finally stopped as he undid the belt binding your hands together and peppered kissed all over the warmth of your cheeks before collapsing next to you out of breath.
he looked over to you, admiring how breathtaking you looked, even while fighting off the urge to shut your eyes and pass out. you felt his strong arms pull you in close.
"just rest sweetheart. I'll clean you up."
that was the last thing you remember before dozing off.
y'all this was not supposed to be this long but im like overly freaked out this week.
