Drunken Rick
Rick Sanchez stumbles his way into your two room apartment. "Rick?" You ask as you hear the cheap wood door slam shut and soft scuffed footsteps towards the bedroom. "Yeah baby, it's me." Rick says as he opens the white door to reveal that he was obviously wasted "How much did you drink?" You ask as he stumbles to the king size bed you're laying on with your phone in hand. You watch him kick off his shoes and unbuckle his brown belt "Hm... A lot." He says before grabbing your ankles and pulling you to the end of the bed, causing your shirt to slide up your torso. Showing off a bellybutton ring and a tattoo of a flower under your right breast. Seeing you're not wearing a bra he grabs your waist area right under your breasts and positions his thumb by your nipple. "Rick!" You exclaim before grabbing his wrist. He gives you a terrifying look before swatting away the hand. He removes his hand and unzips his jeans and lets his hard cock spring loose. "Rick you're drunk." You say as you pull down the shirt down to your waistline. "Why does it fucking matter? I'd do this to you sober." He says pulling the pajama pants off your thighs and down to your ankles they lay. "Rick..." You huff as he runs his index and middle finger up and down the thin sheet of your panties "Speak to me baby." He says moving his face closer to yours, you smell the whiskey on his breath. "You want this?" He asks as he moves the cloth to the side. He fidgets with your swollen clit and pinches it softly "Hm?" He asks you, giving full eye contact, giving you butterflies "Well whatever you were gonna say it's too late now." He says grabbing your wrist and pulling you up, making you sit up on the bed "Sit on the floor." He says, pointing to the space below him. You slowly slide off the bed and sit in between him and the bed, his hard cock only inches away from your face. Rick grabs you by your cheeks and pushes your mouth open, allowing him to shove himself in. He bucks his hips forward and thrusts into you, making you gag "You can take it I know you can." He says over his grunts "This mouth has had my dick in it too many times to count." He puts his hands on the bed behind you and thrusts into your mouth harshly, You can hear him whisper "Whore." Under his breath. Rick closes his eyes and bites his lip in satisfaction. Your muffled grunts and moans turn him on even more, gripping your hair he begins to thrust harder and faster into your mouth. Breathing shallow and quick breaths, you shut your eyes and prop your legs up in the fetal position, your fingernails digging into the carpet and making hang nails on your cuticles. Rick pulls out before splurting all over your face. "That was great baby." He says before pulling you onto the bed and laying down beside you "Sorry if I was mean."he says before dozing off with one arm wrapped around your waist "It's fine." You say lightly frustrated.
(Sorry if it's a little short :(
