You Aren’t Going Out in That Outfit (Jeff Hardy x Female Reader) PT 2
His penis was hitting all of the good spots of your vagina. You struggled to breathe with how good it felt. With every thrust, you could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. You stared him in the eyes and reached down to rub your clit. Your vagina throbbed around Jeff’s hard penis, causing him to moan louder than he already was. He reached down to place gentle kisses on his neck. This drove you crazy. You felt a knot form inside of your stomach. Through loud moans, you managed to get out one thing. “I’m going to cum, Jeff!” You moaned out and wrapped your free arm around his neck. “Me too, Y/N.” He groaned against your neck. You felt yourself begin to cum, and shortly after, Jeff’s thrusts became more rough and sloppy. After a few seconds of pure euphoria and pleasure, Jeff collapsed on you and stopped thrusting. “Oh my god.” You said, trying to catch your breath. “You’re mine, Y/N.” He got off and gave you a gentle kiss on your lips. “Can I still wear this dress?” You asked as you cleaned yourself up. “Fine, only because you made me feel so good.” He pulled his pants up and began to button them. “By the way, I purposely hid your dress.” “Are you kidding me?!” You raised your voice. “Don’t get mad at me! We might need to have a round two if you do.” Jeff smiled at you and began to exit the room. You smiled and followed him, trying to avoid being any later than you were.
