GOOD GIRL
NOT PROOF READ (cba)
warning: choking (not too harsh), pinv, creampie
mikes arm snakes sensually around your neck, hoisting you flush just below his face, like he owns your body- cradling it like it deserves the upmost attention, needs to be protected by its owner, his mouth grazes your ear, a perfect pathway to whisper sweet nothings in your ear
"stay right there sweetheart"
his own bare body integrated with yours. your ass presses up against his hardening dick, gasping as he navigates your slick cunt, breezing past your clit, causing a godlike moment of friction, desperately finding your core to nestle in. slipping into you, rough but with underlying scents of care, thrusting up into you as he grunts, cursing inaudibly at the tightness.
"good girl- take it baby, i promise you ill make it worth your time" he grunts, you can hear the smirk in his voice, as your eyes flutter at the euphoric sensation, his veins indenting your every crevice, you can feel every twitch, hear every stifled breath, whether its his or your own is another story. you flutter, clench, pulsate, around him, aching for every bit of him, like youre desperatly trying to remove him, but also deepen his every thrust, wanting to not only satisfy yourself, but also his desires and more, make his efforts worth while.
the sticky noise of your bodies colliding, echoes off of every wall, mikes arm capturing your frame digs further into your neck, choking you, causing your eyes to roll, your head to fall back onto his shoulders, and your arms to find serenity hooking around his neck, to stabilse yourself, and to exult in the intimacy, fractions of hair escape the entrapment between your bodies and cascade down his back. there was nothing polite about this fuck, everything was rushed, raw, real. the way his hips dig into your ass repetitively, slapping, bottoming himself out, youre taking all of him, writhing in the relentlessness of his desperation for you.
he changes strategy, quickly displacing his arm with his hand to restrain you by the jaw, allowing for two digits to invade your mouth, resting lazily yet possesively on your bottom lip, as you choke out.
"fuck- mike" like a war cry, in a moment of weakness as you near your climax, his thrusts become sloppy, as he fights to meet his own, your core tightents, becomes all tangled and knotted, before coming down, your arousal dripping, running down his dick, meeting at the base, mike stifles a chuckle, proud of his accomplishment, ready to meet his own finish as fluids stick to both your skin, creating connections between you, like cobwebs of slick before he shoots his own into you, reaching uncharted territory, marking his land, claiming you as his own.
"such a good girl" he says as though its fact, through breathless words.
in unison. you collapse, he cradles you- like before. but this time its graceful, caring, kind. encapsulated in his arms like a memory he fights to avoid becoming forgotten, peppering wet kisses on the back of your neck, moving your hair out the way to not leave out any areas he may have to search for.
i felt bad for the previous post so had to write this, idk if its any good, i always feel very inadequate when writing smut.
