𝘣𝘴𝘧.ᐟ𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘣𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮
You’re both on your couch, music playing low. Connie’s got his legs sprawled out, grinder in one hand, papers in the other, not taking your argument seriously at all. You’re mid-rant, pointing at him with your perfectly manicured hand.
“You don’t make no typa sense like, that’s literally small dick mentality,” you say, swatting your hand at him.
Connie pauses for half a beat then lets out a smooth, lazy laugh, the kind that vibrates a little in his chest. He doesn’t even look up from the paper he’s filling “Yeah?” he says, real casual, like you just told him the sky is blue. It’s the chill in his voice that gets you. Like he’s not even thinking about it, clearly unbothered. And you hate that your stomach does a little flip.
His calmness throws you off way harder than any comeback would’ve and lowkey intrigues you. You shift on the couch “Yeah” you doubled down.
“Mmh.” He starts rolling again, thumbs moving slow and practiced “Aight, man”
“So you don’t care?” He glances up with that half-lidded stare, amused “Why would I care?”
You scoff, but you’re just trying to push him further “I mean… unless you’re saying you got a big dick…” Connie just smiles slow, almost disrespectfully calm and sits back deeper into your couch like he’s settling in for a movie “That what you think I’m sayin’?” he asks.
You shift in your seat, getting a bit too excited “that’s what you insinuating though”
He rolls the joint between his fingers, eyes dropping to it, then back to you “I ain’t insinuating nothin’,” he murmurs, shrugging slightly “You the one bringin’ it up”
“I wasn’t–”
“You were,” he cuts in “and you probably getting wet just thinkin about it” he remarks, enjoying how your mouth opened in shock.
He finishes rolling, licks the edge slow just doing what he always does but your brain short-circuits anyway. He catches the way you staring at his lap like you got x-ray vision to see what he got going on in his drawls “If you wanna know so bad you can always come check for yourself” he teases with a grin, sinking into the couch, spreading his legs further like an invitation “I ain’t the type to gatekeep”
You stood up, knowing that he was a master bullshitter and confidently walked over, plopping down next to him "Still got time to back out, Con-rad” you teased, sure that he would drop the act but Connie just lit his blunt, logged it between his lips and reached down to undo his belt and unbutton his jeans "Handle the rest yeah" he said, exhaling the smoke down your neck. Fuck, he’s deadass right now, you internally panicked "Or you too pussy ?" he chuckled when you just sat there doing nothing.
You furrowed your eyebrows, hating that cocky tone of his cuz who did he take you for? In one swift move you grabbed the hem of his Calvins and his jeans and pulled them down. You tried to keep a neutral expression but fuck, why was his dick so big and...pretty. Trimmed nicely, pink tip, veiny and thick, you were both annoyed that he had a reason to be so fucking cocky but glad that you got to see it for yourself "Happy now?"
You could’ve stopped there, he clearly had a reason to have such a big mouth even on soft, right? Still, you just had to see it though.
You looked up at him while slowly sliding yourself down between his legs, earning an eyebrow raise from him paired with a grin of course "not yet" you mumbled, holding onto his base tightly, and bringing his tip to your lips.
Shit, you could barely wrap your hand around it, your finger tips weren’t even touching, but you were in too deep “Holy-” he breathes out when your tongue twirls around his tip, poking at his hole making his abs flex, taking in the salty taste of his pre cum “Hmm-stop playin’” he groaned, watching as you cruelly licked up and down his hardened cock, so fucking slow, tongue tracing every vein before bobbing your head down, half his cock suddenly in the warm confines of your wet mouth.
He threw his head back, letting out a breathy chuckle “fuck..you’re trynna kill me” his hand gently nestled the back of your head, not exercising any pressure but just resting there, occasionally helping you set the pace “you gotta go all~ the way down, pretty” he smirked, carefully pushing your head down “can’t take it?” he added when your eyes started watering from how deep he was down your throat, your nails digging into his thighs.
He watched as you gagged on his fat cock, enjoying the way your throat closed around it before finally letting go of your head, leaving his cock glistening with your saliva and you trying to catch your breath “yeah, that’s what I thought” he blew out some smoke in your face while he began pulling up his underwear, having proven his point enough.
“Yeah whatever, you probs don’t even know what to do with all that” you said, voice raspy while wiping your mouth. Connie almost couldn’t believe it, you were still running your mouth? “Ha..there’s really only one way to shut your ass up huh?” You hadn’t seen him laugh this hard before, but next thing you knew, he had you bent over the arm of the couch.
Your panties were slipped to the side, your shorts dangling off one foot, the other planted weakly on the carpet as Connie gripped your waist from behind and dragged your body back onto his dick. He was already in so deep, dragging through your pussy with zero care for how sensitive you were or how long it had been. His pace wasn't steady or controlled. It was aggressive in that slow, cruel way that made your thighs burn from trying to hold yourself up while his hips slammed into you again and again. You were wet the moment you licked up his cock, soaked by the time he slid in, and he felt every inch of it. Every twitch and desperate clench around him
“Hmm..fuck–still think I can’t work it ?” He groaned, his hand slipped up the curve of your back, pushing your spine into a deeper arch. You were gasping already, cheek pressed to the armrest, fingers clawing at the fabric as you struggled to keep yourself grounded while he kept fucking you like he had a point to prove, which he did “Fucking…look at you”
"You can just ask if you want some dick" he muttered, breath warm against your shoulder as he bent over you, his voice dark and sharp and too calm to match the way his body moved "don’t gotta do all that extra shit”
You tried to respond, but the only thing that came out was a sob, caught in your throat because the angle he had you in was so deep it felt like he was splitting you open from the inside. Your walls fluttered violently around him, and the sound it made when he bottomed out again had you clenching your teeth just to keep from crying out loud.
His fingers dug into your hips, dragging you back again so he could thrust harder. You couldn't think straight. Every word you wanted to say got swallowed by the ache blooming in your gut and the sharp, constant pressure of his cock bruising up your sweet spot.
“Yo mouth so foul but your pussy is real obedient” Connie leaned back again, just enough to look down at where you were connected, your pussy glistening, stretched around him, juices dripping down his thighs. He hissed under his breath, then brought a hand down hard on your ass, making you jerk forward “nah, dont start runnin now”
You shook your head, eyes blurry "I'm not–fuck, I'm not," you cried out, voice breaking on the last word as he hit that same spot again and again, relentless now.
He reached down and pressed two fingers against your clit, rubbing firm, messy circles in time with his strokes. The sudden overload of pressure made you lurch forward, your whole body seizing up as the pleasure hit you hard and fast. You tried to pull away from his hand, overstimulated, but he grabbed the back of your neck and held you down “you sound so cute when you’re not trynna be smart, ma”
“Ha–shit!”Connie slammed in one last time, deep enough to punch the air out of your lungs, then groaned loud as his grip on your hips tightened. You could feel him twitching inside you, thick ropes spilling deep as he cursed under his breath. Your orgasm hit you harder than ever before. Your whole body was locking up, legs numb, vision blurred, sobs caught in your throat as you came hard around him, walls squeezing tight like your pussy didn't want to let go. Your moans turned breathless, wordless, your mouth opening and closing as your body twitched through it.
It took a minute before either of you could move, then finally he broke the silence “that good enough for you?” You could just sense that stupid grin in his face even with your eyes shut.
