part Two of hook line pleaseeeee?
part one for anyone else who hasn't read it!
warnings: smut, age gap (reader in early twenties, vern late 30s/early 40s), power imbalance, corruption, forbidden relationship, dirty talk, degradation, praise, oral (f & m receiving), rough sex, light breathplay, p in v, unprotected sex, cream pie
A week of silence. Of checking your phone like a lovesick little brat. Of remembering how he sounded when he growled into your pussy. How he felt when he bent you over your daddy’s couch and claimed you like the dirty little secret you were.
“Come to mine. Now. Need to see you”
That was it. No emojis. No fluff. Just raw, unfiltered need.
You didn’t even hesitate. Picked another white dress, shorter this time. No bra, obviously. You wanted those hard nipples bouncing when you walked through his door. And no panties either. Just glossed lips, perfume dabbed behind your ears, and a heart pounding like you were marching into the lion’s den.
But baby… you were the beast.
He opened the door in sweats and a tight tee, and fuck, the man looked like sin after sunset. Hair messy, jaw sharp, veins bulging down his forearms as he leaned against the frame like he hadn’t been jerking off to the memory of your moans all damn week.
He didn’t say a word. Just stared. Up. Down. Slower than a sermon. That jaw clenched. Again.
“You been ignorin’ me, Mr. Walker?” you asked, all sweet and syrupy, stepping inside like you owned the damn place.
He shut the door behind you. Locked it.
“I’ve been tryin' not to ruin you” he said gruffly “Didn’t work”
The second you crossed that threshold, it was like a storm broke loose.
Vern grabbed your waist and pulled you into him. The kiss? Nasty. Tongue, teeth, hunger. His hands found your ass instantly, gripping and squeezing like he’d been dreaming about this exact moment and spoiler, he had.
“Couldn’t stop thinkin’ about you” he rasped into your mouth “Can’t sleep. Can’t breathe. Need more”
You dropped to your knees like a good girl who knew what she was doing.
You pulled his sweats down slow, teasing. His cock sprang free, thick, flushed, already leaking. You licked your lips and wrapped one hand around it, pumping slow as your mouth closed around the tip.
He hissed through his teeth, head tilting back as you worked him, sloppy, wet, needy. You moaned around him, tongue swirling, eyes wide and innocent as your hand jerked what your mouth couldn’t take.
“Shit, sweetheart...fuck” he grunted. One hand tangled in your hair. “Y'gonna make me cum if you keep-”
But he pulled you off with a wet pop, breath ragged, chest heaving.
“Not yet” he growled “Need a taste first”
You were flat on your back before you could blink, legs spread, dress bunched around your waist.
Vern kissed down your thighs, sucked marks into your skin, and then his mouth was on your pussy. Tongue slow. Deep. Maddening. He devoured you like he was dying and you were the only cure.
His hands held you open, his beard scratched your inner thighs, and when he added two thick fingers curling into your sweet spot?
You screamed out in pleasure.
“That’s it” he murmured, voice vibrating through your clit “So fuckin’ wet for me, baby. You miss this cock?”
“Y-Yes-” you gasped, trembling “Fuck, Vern”
“Ride it” he said suddenly, standing and tugging his shirt off “Now. Wanna feel you bounce on it. Wanna watch your tits while you lose your fuckin’ mind”
You straddled him on the bed, his cock thick and hot beneath you. You sank down slow, both of you groaning at the stretch. His hands slid to your ass, squeezing hard.
You started to ride. Hips rolling, tits bouncing, nails dragging down his chest as you fucked him like you owned him.
His head dropped back “Look at you” he rasped “Takin’ this cock like you were made for it”
You clenched around him. He growled.
“I...fuck I’m close-” you cried, thighs trembling.
“That’s it, baby. Cum for me. Cream all over this cock”
You shattered, body arching, nails raking his chest as your pussy pulsed around him like a vice.
He didn’t let you recover.
With a grunt, he flipped you over, pressing you into the mattress.
He slammed into you hard, deep, brutal, possessive. His hand wrapped around your throat, not tight, but enough, the other on your hip to keep you still while he fucked you like he owned you.
“You think this was over?” he snarled “Nuh uh. This pussy’s mine now”
You choked out a scream, body quaking.
“You beg me to fuck you raw and then act surprised when I don’t stop” he gritted out, rutting into you like a beast.
“Yes you fuckin’ can” he spat “You can take it. You will take it”
He came with a snarl, hips jerking, cock buried deep as he filled you again, hot, heavy, endless.
You both collapsed in a breathless heap, bodies shaking, his cum dripping from you, soaking into his sheets.
You curled into his chest, dress a wrinkled mess around your waist.
“You still tryin’ to be a good man, Mr. Walker?”
He laughed, low and wicked, pressing a kiss to your temple.
“Sweetheart” he whispered, voice rough, "I think it’s a little late for that”
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