When you had finally met Price, it took a week to joke with him over being an old fuck. Traditional man. Stupid old morals he’d subtlety hint at, no matter how much times have changed.
While he respects your abilities on the field, his old traditional brain believes you’d do much better in a kitchen or watching kids. Those old school morals, paired with his compliments being total pervert behavior.
“Those pants of yours make that ass pop.”
“Bloody hips on ya, fucking sinful.”
“You look bloody breedable right now love.”
You hate it. Obviously. Who wouldn’t? Despite the way your cheeks flush and body betrays your mind. You would’ve filed a complaint by now if it really bothered you.
You’re ovulating.. and avoiding him tonight due to the way those stupid comments of his make your cunt weep. Tucked away safely in your quarters as you finish paperwork late at night. Finally finishing the last file and planning to leave it on Prices desk.
Though, when you knock and are allowed entry into the old shits office, you’re met with a sight that is permanently burned into your brain.
Price, sat at his desk, an old playboy spread out in front of him as he fists his cock lazily. Cocky smirk on his face as he takes in your wide eyes.
“You gonna finally put that mouth of yours to work or just stare all night?”
“Playboy? Seriously? You know the internet exists, right? Christ, you are old.”
“f’course I do, doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy print.”
He looks over your whole body in a way that makes you squirm and heat pool between your legs. You toss the files on his desk and leave before you do something you’d regret in the morning.
You avoid him the next morning until he corners you in the mess hall at the coffee pot.
“Somethin botherin you, love?”
“No? Why would you say that?”
“You’ve been looking anywhere but me all morning. When all you should look at is me.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Hmm. Daft brain of yours too occupied on what you saw last night?”
“What? No—“
“You’ve gone red, love.”
“Shut up. You- are impossible.”
“Because I’ve got a stack of skin mags older than you? Thought you youngsters were hard to embarrass.”
“I wasn’t embarrassed.. just, surprised.”
“By what, exactly?”
“That you use them.”
“Nothing wrong with appreciating a woman’s beauty. Like yours for example.”
“You are unbelievable.”
“I prefer the term old fashioned.”
“Right. Thats one word for it.”
“And yet, you havent walked away.”
Which is how you’ve ended up here.
Folded in half until your knees hit your chest and your ankles rest on his shoulders, being split in half by his cock. Poor cunt weeping at the harsh pace he’s set.
Embarrassed by the way you clench over the cocky things he growls in your ear as he ruins your cunt for anyone else.
“Bloody perfect cunt.. made to be filled.”
“That’s it.. whine for me.. goood girll.”
“Gonna breed this cunt proper.. you’ll look best swollen with my kids.”
You’re fucked dumb already, mind too hazy to deny his words because they make your orgasm tip over the edge and crash over you like a tidal wave. Cunt clenching around his cock as his pace stutters and he buried himself deep, pumping load after load into you.
Cocky bastard pulls out but keeps your legs up to keep his cum inside.
(I don’t post consistently, sorry! Writers block and my laziness consume me. Suggested bloggers down below that are better at posting more than me:D)
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