Birthday Present ~ Richard
Description: Richard wants to buy you a birthday present but you don’t tell him what you want so he finds a way to make you tell him.
“If you don’t decide on what you want as a gift, I’m going to buy you 21 bottles of mayonnaise. Is that what you want?” Richard threatened as you stood in the middle of the shopping centre with your arms crossed.
He took you shopping a week before your birthday because he would be doing interviews during the day and he felt guilty.
“No!” you shouted laughing.
“No? Alright, then choose.” he gestured to the shops around you. You let your head fall into the crook of his neck and groaned. He just laughed leading you to a seat. “Why won’t you let me spoil you for your birthday?” he asked seriously.
He knew you didn’t like when he paid for things more than he needed to, afraid that someone somewhere might accuse you of using him. He loved to take care of you and any time you push away his money or gifts, he just wanted to buy more. It was in his heritage that he should take care of you and it was what he wanted to do.
“You can buy me something small. Like just flowers?” you suggested hoping he would go for it.
He just rolled his eyes, his hands winded into your hair and he tugged gently, looking around to make sure no one was watching.
“If you keep giving me stupid suggestions, I’m going to take you home and fuck you until you tell me what you want.” His hand rested on your thigh and you shifted uncomfortably. A small moan passed your lips and Richard smirked. “Actually,” his hand moves from your hair and he takes your hand, “that’s a good idea.”
That's how it started. Now you were sitting after your third orgasm and Richard hadn’t even taken off his jeans yet. It started slow, he was kissing you on the couch, you were straddling him and he was gently guiding your hips against him. You could feel how hard he was and it turned you on, making you so wet, he could see it on his jeans. Then he took your dress off and let you grind against him wearing just your black g string.
He whispered in your ear begging you to finish. “Come princess, show me how much you love my touch,” he took your ear lobe between his teeth and pulled before he went back to speaking. “Do you like when Papi lets you rub against him?”
“Yes Richard.” you moaned using the zipper of his jeans to rub against your clit.
“Richard?”
He forces your hips to a halt but you move against him struggling under his grip.
“Please.” you beg.
“Please what?” he growls.
“Please Papi.”
You move your head to his neck and he lays you down, grinding his hips into you knowing it would make you finish. Within seconds, you're shaking under him, trying to catch your breath.
“Now,” he smiles, “you going to tell me what you want for your birthday?”
You laugh remembering his intentions, “Nothing! Seriously Rich.”
Your second orgasm came much faster, once Richard didn’t like your response he pulled your panties down, and inserted two fingers while his other hand rubbed circles on your clit. He was at the exact point of the nerve endings that it was so pleasurable it was almost painful. You hand move to his wrist to slow him down but his lips moved to your neck, down your chest and back up to your lips letting his hands move as fast as they had been.
“Nah uh, baby. Don’t try to slow me down.”
He looked into your eyes, smirking. He loved how he made you feel. It made him feel like he was the most incredible guy you’ve ever had sex with. He couldn’t imagine that anyone else ever made you feel like this, or saw you like this. Eyes desperate, body shaking, voice so high he couldn’t understand what you were saying. Tonight wasn’t about long pleasure. Tonight it would be him trying to make you reach your orgasm as quickly as possible as much as possible.
“Fuck Rich!” you screamed as he hit the right spot.
“Just tell me baby. Tell me what you want.”
“I want you inside me.” you begged.
“No,” he laughed, “what you want for your birthday,” he clarified. You rolled your eyes and his hand moved from your clit replaced with his mouth sucking gently. He took your clit between his teeth and pulled while his tongue worked on it. That was it. Second orgasm, check. He didn’t give you a break. He pulled away, his fingers, still inside. He wiggled them and smirked. “It’s nice and warm in here. Like a glove.” The look in his eyes frightened you.
“You are not fisting me!” you scolded moving your hips away from his hands. His fingers slipped out and he laughed.
“What the fuck Shawty? Of course not! Your pussy isn’t an actual glove.” You instantly relax but he takes your hips settling you on top of him. His hand moves to your throat and he squeezes tightly, “the next time you take my fingers away from your pussy you’re in trouble.” He takes his wet fingers and pushes them past your lips. “Taste them.” You twirl your tongue around his fingers moaning. He loved the noises you made and in his excitement he squeezed your neck tighter, bringing your lips to his as he took his fingers away from your mouth. He trailed them down your chest, he toyed with your nipple for a few seconds, squeezing it painfully and spoke into the kiss. “This pain can end when you tell me what you want.” he bit your lip making sure to hurt you.
He knew you loved the pain but he underestimated just how much you loved it. He thought he could make you break but the more he bit and squeezed your hips the more you ground your hips. You moaned out and he just laughed. Holding you by your neck he pushed your head onto the cushions of the couch and his head moved down. You knew how much he loved to eat you out but the look in his eyes surprised you. He looked at you like you were his first meal in years. His tongue usually started slow and teasingly but today he moved so fast that you could have cried. Your hips bucked pushing his face deeper into you and your legs moved so much he had to hold your thighs tightly. Within a few minutes you had finished. He looked down at you, his handy work made him proud.
“I need a minute.” you breathed out, closing your legs.
“Oh no baby. You don’t get one.”
“Rich! It’s been three orgasms,” you shivered as you felt your clit twitch, “and I need a break before I explode.”
“That’s the point. Tell me what you want for your birthday and I’ll give you a break.” He pulled you up leading you to the main bedroom of the house. He stopped halfway to the room so he could kiss you before he spanked your ass. “Go upstairs and get the vibrator.”
Your legs almost buckled at the word.
“W-why?”
“Why do you think?”
“Please no.”
You look into his eyes pleadingly contemplating whether to use your safeword. Richard searches your eyes for fear but he can only find excitement so he chuckles and spanks you again.
“Go.” he growled.
The both of you know if you really needed mercy you would use your safe word but the truth was you had never been this wound up and you were excited to see what could happen. You rush up the stairs to your bedroom pulling out the tiny vibrator, you could see your clit was swollen and you took a few deep breaths to calm down. It was no use. As soon as you saw Richard walk into the room without a shirt, you were even more turned on than before. His tattoos turned you on and if they weren’t enough, his body made you want to scream with excitement. He unbuckled his pants as he pointed to the vibrator next to you. You knew what that meant, so taking a deep breath you spread your legs and pressed it against your clit. Instantly you throw your head back and lay down to get more comfortable.
Richard watches you while playing with himself. Working his hands up and down slowly. He spits in his hand and moves back down to his throbbing cock. He knows how badly you want him inside you and he wants it just as much. So he tears his hand from himself and crawls on the bed to you, directly between your legs. Your eyes are staring into his and you bite your lip.
“Fuck I love you.” you growl. This isn’t a sweet I love you. This is an ‘I love that you can fuck me like this’ kind of I love you.
Richard smirks, knowing exactly what you’re saying and he positions himself at your entrance sliding in slowly. He can’t go all the way in to start, he knows you need to adjust but once he is in, he can’t help but groan into your neck.
“Fuck baby, you’re so tight. I fuck you so good, how are you still so tight?” he bites your neck and you moan.
“Maybe you need to fuck me harder.” you tease.
You regret it instantly. He takes the vibrator from your hands changing it to the highest setting while his hips thrust quickly. He pushes it against your clit and his thrusts fasten. His moving so quickly you open your mouth to scream but you’re so stunned you stay silent. Your eyes close and you grab a pillow to cover your face and bite down.
Richard tears the pillow from you and flips you over so you’re on top. You move your hips but he manages to continue to thrust and you want to cry as the vibrator reconnects to your clit. Your lips move to his neck, and you bite down so roughly, it tears his skin but you’re too consumed in him to notice. As you pull away you shake and he can feel how close you are. He flips you again so he is back on top.
“What do you want, baby? A TV? New clothes? Tell me and it’s yours.”
His words ignite something in you and you look into his eyes.
“I want you to come inside me. That’s what I want.”
Your words turn his eyes black and within minutes he is pouring himself into you, the feeling enough to make you tremble and shake. The both of you making noises as you reach your orgasms. He positions himself so he is still inside you but he is combing your hair with his hands looking at you peacefully.
“Seriously princess,” he smiles nudging his nose against your cheek, “What do you want?”
You laugh but think seriously, nervous to ask such a big request you bit your lip.
“If it’s too much just tell me?”
“It won’t be.”
“Please say no if it’s too much?”
He sighs and nods in agreement.
“I want to come on tour with you. You’re leaving in a month and I don’t know if I can handle being alone. I’ll pay for my own flights but I just want to come.”
Richard’s eyes light up.
“If you wanted to come on tour, you just had to ask, baby. I’ll handle the flights.”
“No! You aren’t paying for me to fly around America.”
His hands move to your neck jokingly, “I’ll do what I want. You got that?”
“Yes Papi.” you laugh.
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