slow down 18+
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he’s been away for two weeks. barely had time to even call you or update you while he was out flowing up a report. which he had to go through with it because this was one big.
either way he got the work done. late nights his hand would be palming his dick through his boxers, just listening to the voice notes you sent him about your day. your soft voice coming through the phone saying you miss him and wish he was here.
once he got the final notice that the report was done. clark never been more happy.
now here he is balls deep in you. teeth gritting. his head titled back a bit as both hands on your hips, and one leg up on the bed the other planted strong on the floor.
you can tell by the way he drags out painfully slow then back in hitting your g-spot again restless. soft moans filled up the room as he found the rhythm once again pounding away. he felt like a teenager for the first time when he touched himself and came to quick but he couldn’t stop now.
couldn’t slow down. you felt too good. your inside squeezing him, pulling him back all at once just enough for him to start tearing up.
“mhm fuck i can’t hold it baby.” he grunts a bit. a whimper escapes him once he felt the heat pools at his stomach.
awe he was practically whining.
you smile against the pillow. a breathless chuckle comes out. lifting your head to look at him, and he’s staring at your ass watching his dick slip and out of you. soft squelching sounds.
sounds like a damn fairytale
“gonna cum early?” you ask out of curiosity. clark hums, bottom lip tucked into his mouth. glasses foggy up a bit.
“trying not to.” he pants. his eyes land on yours finding you watch him. he swallows hard as he feels you pulse around him on purpose—evil.
liar.
he was about to cum right there.
so just to play around you started moving against him matching his rhythm. he cursed under his breath calling your name. it went from there until your toes curled and you came around clark. milking him dry. his hand slipped from your hip to between your legs to rub your clit to keep your orgasm going longer. then he tensed up before coming inside you filling you up.
it takes clark a minute to compose himself. he pulls out, opening your legs to see the mess you both made. you would think he’s tired after multiple rounds of sex once he walked through the door but no.
he pushes you onto your face. pillow smushed in before you can even speak clark licks you up as both hands on your ass spreading you. this was his way of cleaning you up. eating his cum and yours out of you but also making sure it takes.
it was too much for your brain to process before he smacks your pussy making you jolt before he raises up. dick standing proud—wet and shinning from you both
you turn your head staring at him, his face glistening from your juices. “what?” he turns you over on your back rubbing your body gently then pulling you in for a kiss.
“needed my snack after.” he mutters