Content warnings: smut, Sub!simon, unprotected sex, P in V, this got a lil freak nasty
(ahhhh this is my first smut im big nervous)
Part 1 Part 2 Part 2.5
Simon followed you up the stairs to your apartment, palms sweating, pants tight. The second the lock clicked and the door swung open you grabbed Simon by the belt pulling him inside, immediately leaning up against the now closed door he had to put his hands out to stop from crashing into you. Caged between his arms you tugged his shirt bringing his lips to yours. Your hands began to roam all over his defined chest while one of his gripped your hip pulling you into him. “Couch” you mumbled between kisses, barely pulling away enough to speak the word. Feet fumbling, both refusing to separate enough to look where you were going. Once the back of his calves touched the couch you pushed his chest forcing him down onto the couch, taking a moment to look at the way his pupils were dilated, chest heaving and arms reaching to bring you back to him. Lifting one leg on either side of his lap, you straddled him, lips finding their way to his neck. Leaving a wet trail of bites and kisses on his neck you began to tug at the hem of his shirt, prompting him to take it off. The moan that left your lips at his exposed torso made his grip on your thighs tighten. Simon had never been ogled like this. You were looking at him like he was a full course meal that you were going to eat and lick the plate clean. Your lips found his again, body beginning to grind onto his. His large hands pulled your dress up enough to expose your ass, his fingers digging into the flesh helping you grind onto him. The friction of his jeans on your clothed crotch had you letting little mewls in his ear. His hands began to tug a little more at your dress until you pulled away from him.
“Use your words.” Your lips were puffy and the way you were looking at him, Simon didn’t think any coherent thoughts could come out.
“Off.” You cocked your head to the side slightly, not moving to follow his request.
“What was that?” Your voice dripping with innocence but he knew it was anything but.
“Take this off.” You just raised your eyebrows at him. “Fuck take this off, please.” The last word came out more of a breath than an actual sound.
“Good boy.” You pulled the dress over your head exposing the matching lingerie set you had been wearing. Fuck you were wearing this all night? Simon took a deep breath, groaning at the sight in front of him. You started to remove yourself from him but his hands slid from your thighs to your hips keeping you in place. “Just taking this to the bed, thats all.” you reassured him.
“Tell me where, love?” His grip tightened as he stood with you still attached to him, legs wrapping around his thick torso. This time his lips found your neck trailing their way across the vein there until he found a spot that made your breathing pick up. As he neared your room, your hand found its way into his hair. A hard tug at the roots of his blonde hair pulled his mouth from you and the whimper that he let out was a noise he didn’t know he could make. You moved his head to the side to give space to bite down on his neck, sucking and leaving a deep purple mark. Fuck his legs were gonna give out if you kept doing that. He walked the two of you further in until he could set you down on the bed. Leaning back onto your hands, you looked at him with hooded eyes. Simon never thought he’d get into heaven but here he was, staring at your almost naked body, sitting waiting patiently for him. “Off” your foot trailed up his thigh before putting the smallest amount of pressure on the outline of his cock over his jeans.
“Yes Ma’am.” The words left his lips before he knew what he was saying but the phrase went straight to your core. His pants fell to the floor and you licked your lips, staring shamelessly at his fucking huge cock pressed against his stomach.
“You know Simon,” You slid from the bed to drop to your knees in front of him, “You’ve been so good today. Do you think you deserve a reward?” Hands sliding up and down his thick thighs, feeling the way they would tighten and flex under your touch. He started to nod but stopped himself. Words Simon.
“Yes Please.” Simon Ghost Riley couldn’t remember the last time he used the word ‘please’ but here he was whimpering it for the second time. His breath was shaking as you got closer to him. Simon’s cock twitched, your breath fanned over it, but you hadn’t touched him yet. Lowering yourself so your face was centimeters away from the base of his cock, teasing him with your warm breath, lips so close to doing what he needed you to. His hands were in fists, trying so hard to keep composed, to let you tease him, to not put his hand onto your head and pull you closer. Looking up and locking eyes with him, your tongue traced a long line from the base of his cock to the tip, eliciting a long moan from him. Hands gripping the base, adjusting the angle, you took him into your mouth fully, without warning. You hummed, tasting the salty precum, the vibrations making his legs shake. His hand found its way to your hair so gently, scared to make the wrong move. Your mouth worked up and down his length, tongue pressing into the prominent vein on the underside of his cock and swirling around the tip. It only took a few seconds for his grip on your hair to tighten. He felt like a fucking teenager, about to cum this fast.
“wait not yet” He tried to pull himself from you but you pulled the back of his thighs, cock hitting the back of your throat, you swallowed around him and he was a goner. A broken moan left him as he shot his load down your throat. Slowly removing him from your mouth, you stood up and pulled him down into a kiss, making him taste himself from your lips. You spun the two of you, hands pressing onto his chest pushing him down onto the bed.
“I’m not done with you yet, Lieutenant.” His cock twitched hearing you use his rank. Pressing into his chest until he laid flat, your legs wrapping around to straddle him again. Your hand found his jaw, gripping and moving his head slightly so your lips could brush against his ear, “the first one was your reward. But you’re going to beg for the next one.” Lowering your hips enough, Simon could feel your soaked panties slide across his already hard cock. His hands tried to slide their way up your thighs, but you gripped his wrists, pressing them above his head. “No touching without permission, Lieutenant.” He nodded and kept his hands above his head, gripping the pillow when you let go of him. You pressed your lips onto his and Simon tried to lean into you as much as possible, loving the feeling of your control over him. He let out a disappointed whine when you pulled your body from his, clothed pussy no longer dragging against his cock. A wet trail of kisses were left from his neck down to his chest, tongue swirling over his nipple, his hips bucked up involuntarily at the sensation. Your hand found his jaw again, grip tighter than the last time, “Behave.”
“M’sorry fuck please.” His accent thick as he began to whine.
“Please what Simon?” You started the trail of kisses again, moving down his stomach getting so close to his cock again.
“Please can I touch you?” His knuckles had turned white from the death grip he had on the pillow. Your lips were now hovering over the tip of his cock, teasingly you blew air over his slit and his hands shot down to you. Before they could reach you, you made a “tsk” noise and his hands found the sheets next to his thighs. You hadn’t given him permission yet. Fuck he can do this, he can be good for you.
“Good boy.” You smirked as you moved further from his cock, nails dragging lightly up and down his muscular thighs, watching as this giant man twitched under you. Removing yourself from the bed just long enough to slide your panties down your thighs, Simon couldn’t look anywhere but at your glistening core. Straddling him again, you leaned back against his thighs, giving him the perfect view of your body and your dripping pussy.
“Please let me touch you, please.” His hands lifted slightly trying so hard to behave for you.
“No.” He wanted to let out a groan but the sound stopped in his throat when he watched you trail your own hand down your stomach and further down until your fingers spread your folds open, coating themselves in your slick. “Open.” It was an order and Simon oh so happily obeyed, opening his mouth as you leaned forward, pushing your wet fingers into his mouth so he could taste you. His tongue wrapped around your fingers and you bit your lip at the sight in front of you. Removing your fingers from his mouth, you slid your pussy across his painfully hard cock. How wet you were and the pressure on him had his head spinning and pleads pouring from his mouth.
“Fuck please, need to touch you.” His eyes had started to get glossy from all the teasing.
“Go ahead Simon. Touch.” Large hands immediately found your tits, palming at them for a moment before one hand slid down to find your clit, rubbing soft circles. The moan you let out almost broke whatever resolve he had left. Lifting your body just enough, you reached down to grab his cock and line it up with your slit. You lowered yourself slightly, the tip of his cock pressing ever so slightly into you, but stopping there. “Do you want it?” Simon’s eyes were pulled from where you two were connecting to your eyes, head nodding fast. “Then beg for it.” You pulled your body up until his cock was no longer touching you and Simon had never felt more desperate in his life.
“Fuck please. Need it. Need you Please lovie. I just… please” Hearing his gruff voice whine and beg for you made you lower yourself again but just enough to how you were, his tip barely in you. “Please please please let me make you feel good. Please use me.” Tears were threatening to spill at the feeling of your walls gripping him but knowing you could pull away at any moment.
“You’re so good for me Simon.” You slowly slid down until he was fully sheathed in you. Your hands placed heavy on his chest, nails digging in as you tried to adjust to his massive size, eyes rolling back in your head at the sensation. Beginning to bounce at an agonizingly slow pace, his hands found your ass, wanting to urge you to speed up but knowing he’d be in trouble if he did. Fuck you’re so tight around him. Whimpers had been falling from his mouth the second you slid down on him. Bottoming out, your pussy clenched around him and he bucked his hips. Fuck he didn’t mean to. He was scared you were going to pull off of him but instead you let out a pornographic moan at the action, his cock hitting that spongy spot in you.
“Again.” You said trying to keep control but fuck did he feel good, you were losing your grip on reality too. He thrust again and again, your hands planted firmly on his chest holding on for dear life. “Make me cum Simon.” Fuck you didn’t have to tell him twice. He brought one hand to your clit again rubbing messy circles as you bounced up and down on his cock. He could feel you tightening, he could tell you were so close. Fuck he was trying to keep his own release at bay. A few more thrusts from him and you were falling over the edge. He didn’t think you could get any tighter but the feeling of you cumming on his cock was nothing less than pure bliss. His thrusts started to get sloppy and you could tell he was getting close. One of your hands slid from his chest to his throat, hand gripping his neck with just enough pressure to capture his attention. “I told you, you’re gonna have to beg for this one.” You slid off of him slightly, once again only keeping his tip inside of your velvet walls, backing up your statement. Not letting him get too close without following your orders.
“Please fuck please I’ve been so good. Been a good boy.” His cock could feel you tighten around him, clearly liking the way he was begging. “Let me be your good boy. Fill you up. Please, please please.” The ‘please’s continued as you sunk back down onto him. Leaning down to whisper in his ear.
“Fill me up then.” Moving back to look at his fucked out face, Simon pulled you into a messy kiss, needing to feel your lips on his, a few final thrusts he emptied his load in you with the most pathetic sounding moan of his life.
He could never tell the 141 about this.
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✦ JOHN PRICE — "married above his class and knows it"
absolutely adores that you’re older, richer, and put-together. he walks around your house like a man who just won the lottery but doesn’t want to jinx it.
loves when you’re a little condescending in that posh, cruel-woman-who-reads-literary-smut voice.
you once told him, “you’re cute when you try to argue,” and he got hard immediately.
buys you flowers that don’t match your decor—just to hear you say, “next time, darling, red roses. not gas station daisies.”
loves watching you dress. tights, garters, earrings, lipstick. drinks it in. “you’re going out like that?” “yes. and no, you’re not invited.”
💋 bedroom dynamic: you keep him on a leash emotionally and let him off it physically. he groans your name like it’s a prayer. he’s your little war dog. proud to serve.
✦ SIMON “GHOST” RILEY — "would crawl across broken glass for your approval"
you scare the shit out of him and it turns him feral. like you ask if he’s ever “dated a woman with her own will before,” and he goes silent.
loves your cold tone, your smug little smirk, the way you sip wine and speak slowly like you’re explaining something to a child.
you call him “simon” when you’re serious, and he shivers. “simon, sweetheart, sit. I’m not done speaking.”
he calls you ma’am more than your first name.
your house is spotless. your perfume costs more than his rent. your stare makes him feel small.
he could kill a man with his bare hands, but you could ruin him with one raised eyebrow.
💋 bedroom dynamic: you call him a good boy and he thanks you. he doesn’t take the mask off—but he whimpers when you press lipstick kisses to the fabric. “m’not scared of anyone but you.”
✦ JOHNNY “SOAP” MACTAVISH — "barking up the tree and loving it"
shameless about it. sees you in heels and immediately goes, “jesus fuckin’ christ, woman. let a man breathe.”
knows you’re out of his league and flirts anyway.
calls you “Mrs. Robinson” as a joke. you roll your eyes. he almost comes on the spot.
offers to carry your groceries just to feel useful.
will talk to your kid’s school principal, fix the leaky faucet, and still ask, “...so when are you gonna ruin my life, gorgeous?”
gets flustered when you kiss his cheek. cocky on the surface, melting underneath.
💋 bedroom dynamic: you tell him to shut up and take it. he loves it. he moans with your heel on his chest. likes being bossed around. likes being lectured.
he’s respectful. smooth. clean-shaven and chivalrous because he thinks you deserve the best.
brings you wine and says “it pairs well with someone like you.”
watches you do your makeup and acts casual, but his dick is hard the whole time.
will listen to you complain about your ex for 2 hours just to be near you.
you called him “charming, for someone your age” and he turned pink.
gets off on the fact that your text messages sound like formal invitations.
💋 bedroom dynamic: he’s gentle. attentive. desperate to prove he can please a woman like you. you ride his face and he thanks you. calls you “gorgeous” until your ears ring.
✦ Phillip Graves — "calls you ma’am with his mouth and baby with his hands"
delirious over the fact that you’re older, richer, and don’t need him.
comes over in full tactical gear just to fix your WiFi and flirt. “you got a man for that?” “i have employees, Graves.” “ouch, baby. that hurt my feelings.”
loves your little gold jewelry, your classy kitchen, the way your heels sound on hardwood.
gossips with you like a southern church wife while taking off your panties.
says he loves a woman with “history.” “makes you real. earned. strong.” “plus, them younger girls can’t handle what I’m packin’, sugar.”
💋 bedroom dynamic: filthy. nasty. relentless. calls you “mama” to your face and somehow makes it hot. ties your wrists with your own scarf and says,“that’s what happens when you mouth off, darlin’.”
✦ König — "silent simp for the woman who terrifies him"
you’re the most confident person he’s ever met and he is obsessed.
opens doors, carries your bags, stares at your legs like a man dying of thirst.
you ask if he’s nervous. he goes “...yes.”
lets you push him down onto the couch and straddle him, trembling the whole time.
you kiss his neck and ask if he’s scared. he nods.
stares when you walk in wearing heels and perfume and a silk robe. “you look… wow.” “use your words, baby.” “i don’t have them anymore.”
💋 bedroom dynamic: he worships you like a goddess. moans in German. lifts you up like you weigh nothing. likes being praised for lasting long. “did I do good?” “...can I do more?”
kissing at simon's riley tummy, out of pure tenderness, laying between his spread legs, meaty and muscled as his thighs tremble, tensing, your soft lips trailing along the fuzzed hairs that trail beneath his boxer briefs, where he's all swollen, leaking a large, wet spot against the fabric, twitching at your every little smooch, your hands playing with the dusted hairs at his thighs.
soft layers of pale skin, scarred and uneven beneath your every touch, every little sweep, his stomach padded with gained fat and yielding muscles, rippling lightly when you lick across the area, suckling a gentle bruise, something yours along the canvas of painful experiences on his body, something holding the love in it.
simon huffs, breathing heavily through his slacked mouth, eyelids heavy and framing the murky irises of his eyes with quivering, translucent eyelashes, peering at you when you tease too close to his cock, heavily swollen against his leg, as you pepper kisses against the cotton of his boxers, feeling the throb of the engorged girth, the bulging veins.
he let's you tease him gladly, cloak in these raking up and down touches and lingering kisses, sometimes so close, sometimes too far, yet still enjoyable as your warm breath sweeps across his skin, soothing and pulling throaty, needy sounds that make simon purse his lips together tightly, holding them, fighting the whimpers as his hips buckle, eyes watering.
Okay but… you being simon’s dom… stick with me here… and he wants to meet the person who introduced you to this lifestyle, the sir you speak so fondly of, the one you threaten simon with whenever he misbehaves even though he’s never even met the man himself
imagine his shock when the door to the, nearly empty, pub opens up and he sees his captain stood there with the biggest shit-eating grin on his face
not like this. not with his back arched and his thighs trembling and his hand fisted in the sheets like it’s the only thing keeping him there.
“please,” he chokes out, voice wrecked, eyes shining with tears threatening to fall. “fuck—please, i can’t—”
you don’t let up. not when he twitches in your hand, not when his breath stutters, not even when he tries to twist away from your touch like it’s too much.
“you said you could handle it,” you murmur, lips against the shell of his ear. your tone’s light, teasing—but your grip on his hip is firm, possessive. “what happened to all that bravado, lieutenant?”
“gone,” he gasps. “fuckin—gone. you took it. you fuckin—”
he shudders violently when your fingers wrap tight around him again, dragging him right back to the edge. he bucks up, desperate, and you smirk.
“think this is your new favorite thing, isn’t it?”
he whines.
whines.
lips bitten red, eyes glossy behind the mask, chest rising and falling so fast you think he might fall apart.
“say it,” you coo, stroking him slow and deliberate, just to watch him twitch. “say it or i stop.”
“don’t stop—fuck—please, i love it, i love when you—” his voice cracks, low and broken. “you make me feel so fuckin’ good.”
you lean down, kiss his jaw, soft and smug.
“that’s my good boy.”
his whole body jerks when you say it, like the words hit deeper than anything else could. you can see the tension ripple through his stomach, his thighs, the way his fists tighten in the sheets.
“please,” he rasps again, voice barely there now. “please don’t stop again. i’ll do anything. please i can’t—”
“awe, baby,” you coo, faux sympathy lacing your voice as your hand continues to move torturously slow over his cock. “you’re shaking.”
“i can’t..can’t take it anymore,” he gasps, breathless, head slamming back against the pillows. “please—please love i’ll do anything ill do anything i swear—”
you smirk, dragging your hand back down his cock, relishing in how his hips twitch with every stroke.
“you’ll come when i say,” you whisper, lips brushing his ear. “not a second before.”
he whines, louder this time, throwing his head back again like he’s throwing a fit. you grin, watching the way his face twists up in pure agony.
“you’re gonna earn it, baby. every fucking drop.”
a/n: made for @3m3lia9 thank you for requesting love!! my 100 follower celebration is still open for those who would like to participate, pls don’t be shy i love writing for you guys 💖
blurb for simon and his socially unaware princess who makes him pass out in her cunt every night. for @goodsoup19
DUBCON WARNING: reader drugs simon with sleeping pills and he wakes up handcuffed to the bed. he gave consent prior for her to use him whenever she wanted!! DUBCON WARNING. I REPEAT DUBCON WARNING!!
🩷🧁🫧🎀
It’s not like simon’s never had sex before. I mean he’s a man so of course he has needs. And lord knows he gets what he wants when he wants it. He hasn’t had sex in a bit, due to deployment and the physical therapy in between those. But this? it feels like he’s back in his 17 year old body getting head behind the market.
You took control of him. he was still the one with the upper hand, and he was definitely the dominant one, but it seemed like now you were taking what you wanted. using him for your personal gain. making him your own sex toy, your person dildo. the thought made his cock throb and his tip leak inside of you. The way you’re bouncing on his cock, slipping almost all the way off before forcing it back in had his resolve slipping away ever second.
With his hands cuffed behind him, you slowly started to regret his comment. “can’t keep yer fookin hands off me, can ya bun? desperate little thing.” he could see the fire in your eyes in that moment. and he should’ve known how this would end up.
For him being such a suspicious military man and all, he sure sucked at knowing when a pretty girl was drugging him. God, Price would chew him up and shit him out if he ever found out about this.
Simon is pulled out of his thoughts as your hand slips around his throat to squeeze the sides of his throat, slowing blood flow to his brain. the loss of oxygen making him harder and whinier. it’s everything he’s needed and gosh it’s so good.
You glance down to see tears slipping out the corner of his eyes, arching your back to lean down to lick them off his cheeks, leaving a flush of crimson on his face. he can’t help the way the blush flows down his body, and the musky sweat that starts at behind his knee caps.
you stay like that, tits pressed to his chest as you pick your hips up and down. sliding your arms under his back, right by the cuffs. you cage him in, legs locking in place to keep him inside of you. he fights the urge to cum but he can’t move!
“wait wait! b-bird you gotta ngh fuck fuck you gotta let me up!! m gonna cum in ya please please hold on!! can’t can’t ‘old it.”
He’s scared and it’s evident in his eyes. he’d love to cum in you but he knows you’ve never let him before, scared for your boundaries. he can’t hold it and he doesn’t know if you know that, too stuck in that familiar sexed up haze. but you are aware of what’s happening, almost too much. this is exactly what you want. his cum inside your belly,that warm feeling you keep hearing about. and Simon cums a lot, almost a fountain. it shoots everywhere when u give him a hand job and you want him to cum in you, right now. and simon always does as you say.
you feel him shoot milky ropes inside of you, probably nudging your cervix now. but you don’t stop. not even when he’s wailing right by your ear.
“bun, bun!! baby!!!, p-please… please just… j-just ohh! Ah, fuck, oh fuck oh fuck ! Oh, God, please! Please! too much too much!” you’re ignoring his babbling, not caring about his needs know, only wanting yours.
“aw the big bad military man can’t take it? too overstimulated?” you soothe, faux sympathy dripping with every word, but he’s too fucked out to know that. blissfully unaware, too pussydrunk. what a fucking man.
“yes baby p-please, fuck fuck bun... you you... ya gotta stop... please, c-can't... can't take it... too fucking warm too tight... y-you're killing me... shit shit, please! please, just just gimme a moment g-gimme a moment, need a minute, a a second even, please! you're holding me too tight... like a fucking cage!! needa... f-fuck, shit shit shit! there's so much... so much fucking cum... it’s your fault, fuck, please!!”
Simon Riley x female!reader, sub!Simon, soft Dom, Dom reader, riding, orgasm delay, orgasm control, light breeding kink
Simon's moaning was downright sinful as you lowered your hips over his cock, slow as syrup, letting your ass meet his thighs for just a moment before you lifted up again.
Your thighs ached, but it was worth it to see his eyes dark and wet, pleading, the muscles of his arms bulging as he clutched the headboard.
"Please, baby, c'mon, so fucking good," he moaned, "just a li' more- I'm so close, please, baby please let me come-"
You drew your hands up his chest, squeezing his pecs, and let your pussy squeeze his cock from the top down as you took him in again. His face was a trembling, teary mess, his lips swollen where your kissed them and his eyelashes clumped up with tears. You'd been riding him for ages, just fast enough to keep his cock hard, and Simon was so far gone under you it was like you could reach between his ribs and put your hand on his heart.
His heartbeat throbbed under your palm, in the vein at his neck, and you settled your lips to it and sucked. He keened, head flung back, his thighs twitching and hips desperately hitching up, trying so hard to stay good and still for you even while his body screamed for a release.
"I love you," you crooned into his throat, and when he sobbed and stuttered his own reply you sank your teeth into his pulse and fucked him, taking his cock in and out, working your slippery cunt over him. Your body rocked up and down, the mattress creaking, as Simon begged and cried while your teeth worked a dark ring over his throat.
You sat up, moaning yourself as your pussy squeezed and clit throbbed, and shoved two fingers into Simon's mouth. "Make me come," you said, and he released the headboard to grip your hips instead, fucking up into you fast and deep, the way you loved it, until your pussy finally soaked his groin, soft trembling waves of pleasure that slowed your own motions, made you syrupy, soft.
"Go ahead baby, take me," you urged, petting Simon's tongue, and he groaned deep in his chest and hauled your cunt down, his cock forced inside deeper than before, too deep, a pang in your belly that made you clench and shudder. His cock shoved right up to your cervix as he pumped thick ropes of come into it, eyes rolling back, his balls aching as he released what felt like his soul into your body.
When his grip finally relaxed, you slid your fingers out of his mouth, just for a moment while you slid up against his side to hold him to your chest- he took your fingers back with a soft croon, pupils blown out and his whole body heavy and loose. You kissed his forehead, down his cheeks, cradled him against your breasts where he could bury his face and hide a little.
The wet slick of your combined come smeared along your thighs, and you slid your other hand down to push two fingers into your aching cunt- trying to keep it in, hold in as much as you could, hope it took.
cw: non-penetrative sex, sprinkle of dacryphilia?, sub/dom dynamics, language, sorry if I forgot some…
Simon wasn’t sure how long the two of you had been at this. He was sure that fact that you have had him on the edge at least three times now, and that you’ve allowed yourself to cum twice.
And that even if someone had a gun to his head, he wouldn't be able take his eyes off you.
The way your back arched as you rocked your hips over his thick, veiny cock.
Hair tumbling down your shoulders, and cascading over your perfect tits.
Eyes glassy and blown open.
Your mouth hung wide in pure ecstasy — chasing your third orgasm of the evening. Who was counting?
His large calloused hands roamed your thighs and hips. Finally being allowed to touch you, after he had restrained himself through your first orgasm.
“Good boy, my sweet pup,” you had cooed at him, lazily dragging your finger down his jaw. “You can touch now, but I’m not done using you just yet…”
Your smirk had him growling at you, knowing you held the power still. He wasn’t used to be put in his place, but it was something he allowed you to do.
Now, you were grinding on top of him like a woman possessed. And Simon? He was a whimpering mess beneath you.
“P-please luv,” he groans, his strong fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs. “I can’t — oh fuck, I can’t take anymo’,” he grunts.
You don’t let up in your pace. Instead, your triumphant smirk returns and you pick up speed — rolling down to gain more friction.
A loud moan ripping through your throat. Small whimpers pouring from his.
“I-I need to cum,” he begs, his voice shaking. His eyes screwing shut from trying to hold back. He knew you wanted him to wait — he wouldn’t disappoint you. Ever. “P-please, dove, please tell me I can cum. I’ll be so good, ungh, luvie…”
His voice had cracked, as a small tear fell from his eye. You leaned down, kissing right over the tear.
“Okay my handsome man…” you whisper against his cheek. Slowly sitting up, so you can look down at him. Pace never slowing. Smirk ever present. “Cum with me.”
Your permission was all he needed.
As soon as he felt your pace stuttering, and your nails digging into his chest — he knew. You were right at the edge with him. With an almost feral growl, he cums. His nails digging into your hips as his cum leaks out onto his stomach. Hot and sticky.
You collapse onto him breathing heavily, his arms wrapping around your middle. Feeling the mix of you two smearing on your torsos.
Soaking in the afterglow of your orgasms for a few moments.
“Clean me up,” he grunts against the top of your head. “Huh?” Is the only groggy response you could manage.
“You said if I was good, I could do whatever I wanted,” he replied, his voice low, husky.
