The pillow your face is shoved into smells just like Brendon, that’s all you can think about. It’s his pillow, so of course it does, but that’s hardly registering after three of the most intense orgasms of your whole life, all in the span of not even the last hour.
There’s a bruising grip on your hips that is literally holding up your whole lower half, knees bent and digging into the soft mattress while your upper half is slack laying down. Your back was previously forced down into an arch, letting Brendon’s cock repeatedly hit your g-spot with each hard thrust, and it had progressively gotten lower as you went slack.
Your moans whines filled the room, though muffled they’re definitely the dominating sound, the embarrassingly loud wet sounds coming from between your legs only second. Adding to the embarrassment you definitely should be feeling, Brendon’s groans are only occasional and barely even a sound.
A sharp slap comes down on your ass, followed quickly by a hard squeeze to the poor skin. A sick part of you perked up at that, pushing back into his grip.
“That’s my girl,” Brendon praised, before delivering another sharp slap to your other ass cheek. A pitchy yelp escaped you in response.
Feeling his balls start to tighten against his will, Brendon dropped one of his hands down to your swollen, sensitive clit, rubbing tight circles over the bud with his rough hand. Pleasure shocked through you at the sudden touch, your overstimualed clit pulsing at the mix of pain and pleasure. After what was not even a minute, your slick walls tighten around the impossible girth of Brendon’s cock.
“Oh my god!” you squealed, letting your head rest on its side as your mouth goes slack as waves of pleasure threaten to take over.
Brendon’s thrusts quicken, the circles drawn on your clit growing harder and faster, but no less controlled, his hands always working with clinical precision. He could feel, and see, you’re getting close again, your pussy impossibly tight and your clit throbbing against his fingers. His balls are so fucking full and tight he’s sure even a light squeeze would send himself over the edge - but him, coming before you, even after multiple orgasms? Yeah, hell no.
Unexpectedly soon, you felt a coil in your stomach tightening, your thighs growing shakier and then, suddenly, a heat washed over your stomach and your pussy spasmed, sending you tumbling over the edge with a multitude of moans and embarrassing whines and squeals. Brendons fingers didn’t stop their assault, nor his cock, watching wave upon wave of your release crash over you.
Brendon’s jaw clenched, knowing he could finally release now, but he was just missing something. His torso bent over you, his mount pressing wet kisses between the notches of your spine, working their way up. When he reached the top, he pressed his sweaty forehead to your warm shoulder, letting groan after groan leave him, along with traitorous spurts of pre leaking from him deep inside you.
Brendon’s lips pressed against your sharp shoulder blade, breathing in the faint scent of your body wash clinging to your skin and the distinct smell of you. His mouth unintentionally open against your skin, until his tongue peaked out, the muscle tracing the sharp bone hidden beneath layers of skin and fat he knew all too well with his work.
“Bren…” you whined weakly, the aftershocks of your orgasm subsiding and your pussy growing painfully overstimulated.
That broken sound of your voice, the feel of your skin and bone beneath his tongue, the soft flesh of your hip in his hand, and the dripping wet flesh of your pussy cumulatively sent him falling to his release. Hot, thick spurts of cum painting your cervix as Brendon had come to a stop at the hilt inside you. Deep strained groans tumbled from him as his heavy balls released inside you, his face surely red from shocks of pleasure rushing through his system.
this is really all over the place, ngl i was just going wherever the wind takes me!!
