+𝟏𝟖 ᢉ𐭩 I'm your dream girl but you're not my type — enjin
the car trembled beneath your parted legs. your muscles like dead weight hanging loosely from your body - contracted, sore, unmistakably weak. your hips rolled over his pelvis - your movements sloppy, spasmodic. no rhythm, no shame just utter, primal need.
“wanna hear you say it,” his body heavy, massive under your hungry gaze. his abs viciously clenching under your soft, tired thrusts. his whole body arched, curved, flexed - moving sensually right beneath you. “why don’t you like me?” his big, tattooed arm slithered around your back. his hand burning its print like wild fire over your damp skin. fingers arched within the soft, plush flesh of your thighs. his hips slammed into yours. his strong, muscular legs flexing at every merciless rolled of his impatient sex.
“i do like you baby,” you mocked him. your nails trailing down his lean body. his defined pecks now lightly bleeding under the irregular pressure of your own pleasure marked onto his skin. “you’re just — oh, fuck” your lips faintly stretched into a little smile. so tiny, so small, barely visible - but he caught you. he fucking saw you. “not my type”
“mh, but of course,” he laughed. low, guttural vibrations cutting right though your skin. making your pussy audibly sob around his prominent length. “fucking silly me, right?”
he pulled you closer to him. his abdomen now flushed against yours. his heart ramming at a nearly killer pace, against yours as he bottoms out inside of your squelching gummy walls. “how could i ever forget,” his hands wildly running over the exposed skin of your back. pushing you closer - manhandling your body, you, however he pleased. “i mean — oh, fuck. yer’ trembling already ‘ma. c’mon now, stay fucking still f’me — you’re so obvious”
“you ignore me all the goddam time,” he thrusts up into you, heavily - his cock throbbing, twitching. forcefully crafting its way inside his favorite place. “you don’t look at me,” he taunts. his pretty, big fingers tangling around your chin. guiding your lips to part under the weight of his touch, his cock shamelessly pulsing at the sight of a sinful, little string of pearly spit still dangling across your plump lips. “ya don’t even touch me”
your lips closed around his thumb. your tongue heavy on his skin. lewdly welcoming him into the depth of your mouth - your teeth sinking around his girth. your wet muscle taunting him, toying with both his thumb and his fucking self restraint.
“see? fuck baby — you’re always so fucking mean to me,” you bit him again. slower this time. allowing him to feel every inch of his thumb inside your pretty mouth. your eyes lingering over his mouth, your hungry gaze yearning for the sight of his full lips to finally part from one another. “shit baby, c’mon fuck. no fair, jus’ look at ya, no fucking fair. .” never breaking eye contact with him, you started to faintly move your head around him. bobbing it gently, up and down and then again, down and up.
a strained, painful laugh escaped past his tormented lips, now stuck in between his teeth. his tip crying for you - pearly, light tears of sweet, candied pre-cum. his cock desperately trembling inside your delicious, sopping hold. “don’t fucking like you either when you do this”
“no?” you purred into his ear. his heavy earring brushing faintly against the plump curvature of your lips, at every word you uttered. “you don’t like no more?”
he inaudibly laughed, bringing your upper body closer to him - biting his presence over your skin. “not when you’re not mine,” he rasped. his hips now ramming at full force against the tight, shaking entrance of your cunt. “no”
squelching, nasty pornographic sounds erupted from your aching sex. your arousal now painting his perfect dick in glossy, slippery liquid - making it so much easier for him to just slip and slide in and out of you.
“listen to her ‘ma,” he mocks you, again. his condescending, taunting tone making your pussy writhe and tremble - almost choking his massive length to death. “not going anywhere baby, no need to fucking choke my cock — yeah, fuck — she’s cryin’” he laughed. his hot breath dense, rugged against the exposed crook of your neck. “so, oh so loud baby” his hand on your ass, groping and squeezing your plump flesh in his murderous hold. “you hear her? — shit, she fucking hates me”
his thrusts become erratic, sloppy - borderline desperate. “so let’s help her out, yeah?” his heavily tattooed fingers disappeared in between your thighs. his wrist flexed beneath you, allowing his digits to finally reach your sweetest spot. “wanna make you cum f’me,” your swollen, little clit throbbing under his vicious, teasing strokes - his fingers like the cruelest of bullies as they reached for you. “so she’ll stop crying — fuck baby. good girl, fuck me back, just’ like that”
he finds your mouth with his. swallowing you whole within his lips. his tongue lapping at yours, tangling and guiding your wet muscle to submit to him. his teeth clashing against your pearly white ones. his hand on your jaw, his fingers arched above your cheek urging you to let him in - forcing you to stay open, just for him.
“so she’ll never have to fucking see me again”
₊˚⊹ᰔ 𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭; 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐬 ₊˚⊹ᰔ
a/n: not a big fan of blonde dudes BUT I'll take enjin any day of the week, bye
