Butter-Cream
chapter three || Cream-Pie
Pairings: John Price x Reader
Warnings: Pure smut
“You’re taking it so well, breathe with me babygirl. Sh sh sh, breathe with me.” John grunted, though his voice was as smooth and soft as ever.
Your moans were muffled as his weight pressed you down against his desk, your lips kisses the sweet wood. His cock was being suffocated by your warm, wet, aching walls; he thrust into over and over again, almost losing himself in the process. “So good for me, so fucking tight.” He said before leaning down, pressing kisses against your neck.
His dominant hand trailed down your body, finding your perfect little clit between your thighs and he began to rub painstakingly slow circles against it. He was such a tease.
Drool started to drip from your lips, forming a puddle by your cheek. Each time his tip rubbed against that deliciously sweet spot in you, a little more saliva leaked from your mouth. You couldn’t help the fact that your mouth was open, forming an O shape. He just felt so good in you that you barely had any control over yourself, you were surprised you weren’t being louder.
John was close, he could feel it. He knew you were too by the way your pussy was spasming against his dick. His fingers started to move faster against your clit and he groaned before leaning forward, his chest pressed up against your back, making sure he could get as deep as he could.
“You deserve this princess, been working so hard. Running around all day for me. Cum for me baby, don’t think, just cum.” His honeyed voice drawled. You whined and tried to nod. You let go of yourself completely, let him take the reigns, willingly giving him your trust. Your cunt clenched around him, sucking him in and making him moan your name directly in your ear. His fingers working fast again you, driving you closer to the edge.
Before you knew it, that warm tingling sensation in your stomach turned into a flood and you soaked his cock with your squirt. You let out a high pitched mewl with it, panting against the desk. It was the hardest you’ve came in a long time.
John was fucking you through it, giving you all the praise in the world. It was just a matter of seconds before you felt a new warmth bloom in you. John had gifted you with the sexiest sound you’ve ever heard following it, while blessing your neck with hickeys that would likely stay there for the rest of the week.
“You did so good, made such a perfect mess on me…” john chuckled. But there was nothing funny about the way his eyes rolled back when you rocked your hips against his now sensitive cock. You weren’t done yet.
“John… John please…” You whimpered as you fucked yourself back onto his cock.
This was going to be a long shift.
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After three more rounds of the very best sex you had ever experienced, John cleaned you up as best as he could before giving you PTO for the rest of the day. Telling you that after that marathon, you deserved a break.
He helped you get ready to leave and wobble to your car, before you could turn your car on he began to speak.
“I want to see more of you, love. How about this weekend, I’ll take you to a nice bar and we can talk for a bit?” He asked, and there was no chance in hell that you would pass up that offer.
“I’d love that John,” you smiled, “See you tomorrow, ill bring your coffee.”
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