Second part to this ask! 😉
"Bedroom, now." Daveed hadn't even stepped in the house two minutes and he was already making demands. You were annoyed but secretly excited.
"Strip, get your vibrator, then come lay down."
"Why are you so damn bossy today?"
"Because you think you can just brag about other guys like there's no consequences for that. Nah, I'm gonna show you."
In the bedroom, Daveed takes of his clothes and leans over you kissing and biting your neck.
"Da-daveed, I can't... with... bruise, work tomorrohhhhh," he'd turned on the vibrator, mercifully starting low.
"Nothing Marla can't fix, hmmm"? Daveed jeers, and you growl.
"So, this Jeremy..." he continued.
"Babe, it's Jeremi-ahhh"! Suddenly, Daveed had put your bullet vibrator to the highest setting rubbing it on your clit in a circular motion before deliberately shutting it off. "You seriously gonna moan his name now, too?" he muttered. Your legs already began to quiver. If only he would let you cum.
He brushed his bearded cheek on the shell of your ear. "How's it going, love"? He said taunting you.
"Good," you whine keening and pushing back against him.
Realising that you've fallen out of position, Daveed pushed your legs back with your knees towards your shoulders. You yelped, shut your eyes, and inhaled clutching the sheets. God, you loved when he stretched you like this. It's the only time you praise rather than curse your dance teacher.
Just when you were about to fall over the edge, Daveed clicked off the vibrator again and set it aside. thrusting his cock inside you suddenly and you screamed, partly out of frustration and relief.
"Could Jeremiah make you scream like that?" Daveed's voice was soft, but it took on a hard edge.
"No, only you," you gasped, pulsing around his member. He could tell you were close, and you hadn't come down at all.
Daveed put his lips to your ear, "You wanna cum, sweetheart? You gotta beg for it, now. Show me you're mine," he emphasized the last word and you rolled your eyes.
"Please, baby. Please I need to cum. Yours is the only cock I need to fill me up," You punctuated your plea with a kiss. Then he broke away from you to take a different angle, sitting up and driving into you slowly.
You look ethereal to him. Muscles taut, breasts heaving and a thin sheen of sweat over your entire body. Even though he was faking control, he wasn't doing much better. His face relaxed and hips were dragging slowly as your pussy kept him trapped inside. He looked ready to cum, too. Daveed was too stubborn to realize that nobody could ever take care of you better than him. He certainly would not outwardly admit it, but you were all that he needed.
You squeezed his hips as he tensed up and put all of his weight into you again moaning softly and pressing soft kisses into your neck.
"Come, baby," he whispered, his voice hoarse.
Release seemed to make Daveed forget his jealousy as he held you close. When you stopped shaking he rolled over onto his back. He massaged your thighs and stretched out your legs so you could be comfortable again.
He pulled you on top of him and you lay your head on his chest. He stroked your cheek, "My girl. Was I too rough with you, sweetheart?"
"No, it was perfect," you sighed, feeling satisfied curling into his side. "If I get fucked like this, I should brag about my scene partners more often," you yawn.
"Hmm, don't count on it, maybe I won't be so generous," he drawled sleepily.
