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There’s no such thing as Covid in this story cause obviously partying during a pandemic is extremely irresponsible.
Sorry for any mistakes.
It was Saturday night and you were getting ready to head out to a party with your boyfriend Edge.
You were excited. You haven’t been to a party in a while and you were thrilled to see all of your friends again.
But there was someone who wasn’t thrilled or excited to go and it was your boyfriend Edge.
“How long do we have to stay?” Edge asked as you applied the finishing touches to your makeup.
“I don’t know. We won’t be there for too long but I wanna stay long enough to have a good time and see my friends. Don’t you wanna do that too?” You asked.
“No”
You sighed. “Well we’re going so go get ready”
“I am ready”
You looked over at what your boyfriend was wearing and rolled your eyes. “Seriously Edge?”
He was wearing a pair of sweats and an old rock t-shirt. “What? I think I look fine”
You groaned “At least change your pants. Please?”
Edge huffed but did what was asked as you took another look at yourself in the mirror before grabbing your phone and heading towards the door.
Soon you were on your way to the party with Edge complaining the entire way there. You almost wanted to turn around and go back home but you promised your friends you’d come so you just tried to ignore him as you continued the drive to your destination.
“We’re here!” You announced as you parked the car. “Now please leave your sour attitude in the car please? I just wanna have a good time tonight”
“I’m not making any promises” he said as he got out the car.
You groaned. Why did he always have to be so difficult?
He took your hand in his as you both made your way into the building.
As soon as you were inside you immediately saw your friends and dragged Edge over to them.
“You made it!” Your best friend said as she gave you a hug. “Hey Edge”
Edge gave a small wave to the small group of girls before heading over to the drinks.
“Is he ok? Cause if he’s not feeling well we’d definitely understand if you wanted to take him back home”
You shook your head. “He’s fine. He just didn’t wanna come out tonight but I wanted to see y’all so....he’ll be fine”
“Well if you’re sure...”
“I’m positive. Now come on let’s go dance”
Your favorite song started to play as you and the girls started to dance. While the song continued you saw Edge a few feet away from you.
“I’ll be right back!” You told the girls as you walked over to where your boyfriend was standing.
“Come dance with me” you said while tugging on his arm.
“No thank you”
“Oh come onnnn” you said while continuing to tug. “Just have some fun with me”
“Babe I said no”
You huffed. “You’re no fun”
He shrugged as you rolled your eyes. “I should have just left you at home and came by myself”
“Then why didn’t you?” He asked.
You could tell he was getting angry but you didn’t care.
“Cause I thought that maybe you’d want to come out and have a good time with your girlfriend but I guess not” you said as you all but threw the car keys at him. “So you can leave and I’ll catch a ride with one of the girls”
Before he could say anything you stomped away leaving him where he was at.
You went back over to where the girls where and ignored their worried looks. Clearly they were watching your “conversation” with Edge but you didn’t care. You were determined to have a fun night.
And eventually you did. The girls danced with you and the group took a couple of shots, everything was going great until a complete stranger decided he was going to join in on the fun too.
You were dancing with your friends when he pulled you closer to him. “Hey beautiful, I couldn’t help but notice you all night and I must say you’re absolutely gorgeous. Do you wanna dance with me?”
“Oh um no thanks I think I’m just gonna stay with my friends-“
“They won’t mind. Come on. I’ll make it worth your while”
You tried to push his hands off of you but he was too strong. “I said no”
“I heard what you said but you obviously don’t mean-“
“She said no”
You both turned around to see your boyfriend Edge standing behind the creep.
“Now let her go”
The man immediately let go of you and scrambled away, muttering a “sorry” and “my bad” on the way.
You watched him leave and then looked over to your boyfriend who did not look happy.
“We’re leaving” Edge said and you gave him no argument as you hugged your friends goodbye before following Edge out the building and to the car.
The ride back home was silent. Other than the radio playing in the background.
Once you made it back into the house you sat on the couch and sighed. “Thanks”
Edge put the car keys on the counter and sat next to you. “For what?”
“Getting that creep to leave me alone. I didn’t even know you were still there”
“After you threw the keys at me I went to the car and I was going to leave but I couldn’t stand the fact that I would be leaving you there so I went back in and that’s when I saw him messing with you”
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled at you or threw the keys at you”
Edge pulled you closer and gave you a kiss on the cheek. “And I’m sorry for my sour attitude”
You laughed as you pulled him into a kiss. “I lovd you and your sour attitude”
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And the award for, the best lie goes to you. For making me believe, that you could be faithful to me….
Regret was not an emotion you were used to feeling, not truly anyways. You often thought ‘maybe I shouldn’t have done that’ or ‘I wish that hadn’t happened’, but chalked all things up to learning experiences.
Right now though, as you surveyed the backyard full of your coworkers, you regretted bringing yourself here.
At first, you had flat turned down the invitation to come to the house of Cesaro and Sonya, his long-term girlfriend and a close friend of yours. But Sonya had kept on. And on. She kept stating this was the perfect time for a backyard BBQ, as the weather was still spring-warm and not summer-sweltering. There was also mention of how you didn’t go out much anymore, to see anyone, and that you needed to stop that behavior.
You quickly located the reason you hadn’t wanted to come. He was stood further back in the yard, in a black t-shirt and gym shorts. His hair was pulled back in his typical messy bun, a stupid brimmed-hat askew on his head.
It was the first time you’d been in a social setting with him since your break-up three months ago. You’d managed to avoid him backstage for the most part. And if you were in the same room or near one another, there were always other people around to keep you distracted and distanced.
You’d successfully avoided any speaking since the day you’d left him. Since the day you’d found out he had cheated on you.
You felt so stupid to think that history wouldn’t repeat itself. Every person that told you the old adage ‘once a cheater, always a cheater’, you had blocked out in the beginning. He was so kind, charming, funny, supportive…you thought he’d learned from his past mistakes, made himself a better person from them.
How wrong you’d been to think you would be any different from the woman he’d been with for multiple years.
“LOVE!” Sonya’s voice broke your wretched trip down memory lane. You plastered on a smile, accepting her into your arms, sharing a tight hug. “I’m so glad you came.”
“Yea, me too,” you replied, trying to muster up some sincerity in your statement, as you parted from your friend’s embrace. “I left the wine I brought in the kitchen.”
“Oh, good! Well come on, let’s get you a drink and food and enjoy this beautiful day,” Sonya planned, looping her arm through yours, giving you no choice in the matter. Despite all the emotions that were weighing down on your body, you couldn’t help but feel lightened some by Sonya’s positivity and happiness. She was nothing if not infectious with her personality.
Hours later, you’d eaten more food than you should have and drank a few cocktails. You’d played a couple horrible games of cornhole, your throws being nothing to be at all proud of. Laughter had been shared with various coworkers and significant others, reminiscing and story-telling, and catching up on life outside the WWE machine.
Deciding to open the wine you brought, you wandered in to the kitchen, continuing your conversation with Dean on the way. He was telling you about his plans to take Renee on a surprise trip, and asking your advice on every single part of it. Dean was, admittedly, not a big romantic, but he wanted to do something, and wanted it to be completely right. You had all but swooned at him over the plan.
After you both got drinks, you sat down at the counter and continued to chat. It wasn’t long before the hair on the back of your neck stood up, as you heard the voice of your ex-boyfriend getting closer and closer. He finally entered the area, with two people you only knew as coworkers of Sonya’s.
You didn’t know what they were talking about, but they were animated as they made their own drinks at the counter. You kept your eyes downcast, Dean silent beside you.
“The ladies love a guy who’s good with kids,” Seth maintained, obviously in response to whatever they were discussing.
“The ladies love a guy who can stay faithful,” you muttered, rolling your eyes to yourself.
The entire room went silent. It took you a moment to notice, but when you did, you slowly looked up from your glass, finding everyone’s stares on you.
And that was when you realized you had said that out loud. That wasn’t just in your head. People had heard that. Seth had heard that.
“What?”
Yea, Seth had definitely heard that.
“Er…uh…just talking to myself,” you awkwardly tried to explain away your comment, picking up your drink and taking a slow sip from it, avoiding eye contact with everyone.
“You wanted me to hear that,” Seth accused.
Dean quickly scrambled from the room at that point, hastily squeezing your shoulder as he passed. The others, more subtly, slid from the area as well, leaving you and Seth alone in the kitchen.
“I didn’t,” you insisted. And you really hadn’t. You’d successfully avoided him up until this point. This was basically the last thing you’d wanted to happen. Why did you have such little control over your brain-to-mouth behaviors sometimes?
“If you have something to say to me, you’ve lost your chance to.”
“Excuse me?”
“I tried to talk to you for weeks, and you ignored me. You’ve avoided me for months now,” Seth highlighted. “So you don’t get to make snarky comments now. Your time has passed.”
“…are you…you’re fucking serious,” you realized as you finally looked at him, genuinely astonished he had the audacity to say these things to you. He had been the one to ruin your relationship, not you.
“Of course I’m fucking serious,” he stated. “You walked out on me.”
“YOU CHEATED ON ME!” you shrieked, standing up abruptly from the counter, your barstool sliding precariously backwards. “How in the hell can you think you get to be the one mad here?!”
“Oh, I’m not mad. Irritated, maybe, that you can’t let it go. And annoyed that you treat me like a leper and make things awkward for everyone around us. But not mad.”
Your jaw was slack, mouth opening ever so slightly as he spoke.
“You need to grow up,” Seth decided. “I fucked up, and I know that. And I was willing to work past it, with you, in whatever way you would have let me. But instead, you cut me off completely, never gave me a chance to make anything right. So, all of your righteous indignation is bullshit. Because it doesn’t need to exist, if you’d only gone about this differently.”
There were no words you could come up at the moment to rebut with. He was seriously blaming you right now, and you were in disbelief.
“I loved…love you,” Seth stated, his tone gentler. “I got caught up and stupid, and fell back in to old habits. I got scared of where things were going with us, so I sabotaged us instead. It wasn’t my best move, I admit. But you never let me tell you that.”
“I was hurt, Seth.”
“So was I! The woman I loved walked away without even trying to make things right.”
“Because I refuse to be yet another stupid girl who lets her boyfriend get away with things and stays with him after,” you avowed. “I’m worth more than that. I won’t be the fool.”
“You are worth more than that,” Seth concurred. “And if you let me, I’ll prove that you to, again and again and again.”
The way he was gazing at you…his eyes so soft…sincerity pouring from every part of him. You had to admit, prior to the end, you had some of the best times of your life with Seth. He was always up for adventure, travel, nights in and nights out. The conversations the two of you had could range from tear-inducing hilarious to heart-swelling profound.
Was he being genuine? Was this something you were willing to work past with him?
Should you have given him a chance to explain and atone before? Would things be different now?
“…I’m leaving,” you decided, sticking to your resolve. “This, us…it’s never going to be the same. I will never trust you again the way I once did.”
“You’re making a mistake.”
“Not now I’m not. But back then, I did,” you agreed. “When I thought I was important to you.”
You felt justified in your choice to walk out of the kitchen. You didn’t need to be with a man you didn’t have confidence in. A man that felt running around with another woman was a forgivable offense. You were better than that; you deserved to be with someone who cherished you and showed it all the time. Your dignity didn’t need another blow to it, and your self-respect had to be your driving force.
That’s what you kept telling yourself with every step anyways.
Or else you’d turn around and be back at square one.
Just gonna stand there and watch me burn, but that’s alright because I like the way it hurts. Just gonna stand there and hear me cry, but that’s alright because I love the way you lie. I love the way you lie….
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{ vanilla } — he’s rather simple when it comes to sex, nothing to fancy in terms of kinks and positions, as long as he can please you that’s all he cares about
{ breeding + pregnancy kink } — 100% this man would absolutely be in love with the idea of fucking a baby into you. he’s a family man after all. just adoring the sight of your cunt full of his seed and your belly slowly growing with his child.
{ body worship } — this man absolutely adores your body. you’re a goddess to him, every part of you is perfect in his eyes
{ praise kink } — it goes both ways, you both adore being praised by each other, loving the way you make one another feel
{ soft dom + pleasure dom } — he’s so gentle with you, taking his time to tease and toy with your most sensitive areas, leaving you begging for more each time.
{ daddy kink } — more of a thing he likes to be called rather than full on dd/lg
the sensation was an odd one to say the least, you’d never expect the feeling of silk to be so restrictive, yet here you were. limbs spread before his gaze, tied to the painted white oak posts of your bed frame by striking, burgundy red silk, the material seemed to contrast against the bleakness of bland white throughout your bedroom. his frame seemed to loom over you, an unmistakable dominance towering over your seemingly helpless body. he stood naked before you, his skin glossy with sweat underneath the dull glow of the moonlight, chest heaving with laboured breaths from having previously pleasured himself to your tied-up state.
“stop squirming, princess…” he mumbled with a cold breath against your ear lobe, his voice a far contrast to what you were used to. your eyes peered up for a moment, meeting his gaze, following the silhouette of his body through the darkness, noticing the switchblade that rested lazily in his palm, casually waving the blade around as if it were some time of wand. “it’ll only make your restraints tighter”
he licked a hot stripe against your earlobe, one which left your body shuddering with want, tracing the tip of the switchblade against the soft silk of your restraints, trailing ever so lightly down the tops of your forearms, across your biceps, softly digging into the flesh just above your clavicle, a small hiss leaving your lips as it lightly pierced your skin. his tongue traced circles around the small crimson droplet, sucking at the skin until your blank canvas was marked in a dull purple hue, humming softly as he licked the flesh clean, savouring the metallic sweetness on his taste buds, responding with a exhilarated shudder, followed by a deep moan.
he continued to trace the tip of the blade into your skin, from your clavicle it travelled down the valley of your breast, swirling around the supple mounds of flesh, teasing your perky nipple, hard as they were exposed to the icy steel. you gave a small whine in response, he merely chuckled at the sigh, having already positioned himself between your thighs, continuing the delicious torture that the blade, and he, provided you.
“sir…” you whimpered, feeling the tip of the switchblade meet at the axis of your hip. he peered up for a second, keeping the blade poised at your skin yet halting its movements. he stared down at you questioningly, cocking his head to the side as a silent “what?” in response.
“please…” you could barely mutter out, having barely been stimulated, yet you already felt such intense pleasure coursing through you. you wanted more, needed more than the touch of the blade, you needed him.
“tell me what you want, princess…” his new zealand drawl left seductively from his lips, bending over to toy with your perky nipples, taking your left one between his index finger and thumb, twisting and pinching slightly. you remained silent, no words able to leave your lips or form in your mind. he removed the blade from the axis of your hip, slowly dragging it up your stomach before placing it down gently on the bed beside you. his lips latched onto your other nipple, swirling the hardened nub around his tongue. gently moaning against you, his teeth nibbling softly against it, pulling slightly as he let go for a moment.
“do you want me to fuck you until your legs are numb? is that what you want?” you could only whimper at his proposition, shallow gasps for breath as his teeth tugged at your nipple once more. his fingers gingerly slid down your waist, resting against your hips, his nails lightly clawing at the supple flesh. his erect cock teasing your inner thigh momentarily.
“or, shall i tease your pretty cunt? get you all nice and wet for me before i ruin you?” he pulled himself away for a second, his teeth unlatching from your now swollen nipple. he retrieved the switchblade from beside you, still having himself positioned between your thighs, he shuffled down the bed, his lips now parallel with your soaked core, his cool breath teasing your clit. “i think i like the second option better, don’t you agree, princess?”
“y-yes, sir” you whimpered as the cool touch of the blade met your skin, the tip like frozen metal teasing as he traced it around your outer walls with feather-like movements. he licked a hot stripe against your clit, leaving you shuddering at the sudden contact. he moaned into your cunt, seeming intoxicated, possessed even by your taste. if only your hands were not bound, you’d just love to run your fingers through his dark strands, tugging slightly as his eyes met yours.
he had flipped the switchblade around, the steel now graced his palm, the handle swirling gentle circles around your dripping entrance. you whined softly as he slowly began to push the handle past your soaked folds, slipping in so easily into your warmth. the sensation was odd, new, but you welcomed it, it felt more thrilling with the additional pleasure of his lips wrapped around your clit.
“how does it feel, princess?” he cooed, his voice filled with an unmistakable vocal fry, the sound causing vibrations to ripple against your clit. you whimpers filled the air, like small hymns out of the mouth of an angel. he adored the sound.
“s-so good…” his tongue increased the speed of its movements at the sound of your response, the handle of the switchblade seeming to sink deeper into your cunt the more wetter you got. you heeded his words from earlier, trying not to thrash around so much, already feeling some restrain from the ties that bound your wrist. your hips slowly beginning to buck up against his tongue, he eventually pried the handle from your dripping void, placing it beside your thigh for now, instead replacing it with his fingers to draw out your orgasm more easily.
you felt his fingers curl deep within your cunt, your walls clenching around his digits, craving the friction. his teeth twirled your swollen clit, gently nipping on the sensitive bundle of nerves, much like he did your nipples before. he felt your body stiffen for a moment, your thighs shaking slightly with every pump of his fingers, every twirl of his tongue.
“that’s it princess, make a mess for me.” he growled against your clit, sinking his fingers deeper within your cunt, their pace increasing steadily. “let our neighbours know who your pussy belongs to”
your moans filled the room loudly, the tightness of your restraints increased with each movement you made. your back arched, pleasure flooding through you, it was as if you had just been struck by a tidal wave, the feeling, it was bliss, it was euphoria, it was everything. he moaned softly against your clit, drinking in your sweetness as it coated his tongue and fingers. once your high had ceased, he retracted his fingers from your void, placing them to your lips, allowing you to sample your sweetness with a small, pleasurable moan.
he gave you no chance to even catch your breath, for by the time you’d even regained some sort of thought process back, his cock was already buried deep within your walls, enjoying the gentle thrums and pulses of your cunt from your aforementioned orgasm.
“god your so fucking wet, princess” he groaned, burying himself to the hilt inside your cunt. “so fucking wet for me…”
he slowly began to move his hips, his cock stretching your walls so deliciously, he kept his body close, practically hovering over you. he leaned in, retrieving switchblade for a third time, beginning to drag it across the mark he had left on your collarbone previously, the small droplet once coagulated, now oozing with fresh crimson.
“you always looked so good in red…” he mumbled against your lips, referring to the crimson droplet that began to drip down your left breast. you whined, the liquid was somewhat soothing against your skin, an odd sensation that you could not quite put your finger on, but enjoyed nonetheless, accompanied by the pleasure his cock provided between your thighs, the cool sting of the switchblade, it was pure eroticism.
“g-gonna c-cum, sir…” you stuttered through choked gasps, the blade leaving a small laceration atop your left breast, one to which he allowed his tongue to slowly mop up the metallic liquid, leaving a burgundy trail across your pristine skin.
“good girl, cum around my cock…” he growled, his own orgasm nearing, his cock aching, practically begging for release. you gave him no warning at first, spilling over into your second orgasm of the night. he soon followed, his hot cum filling your cunt with such unbridled warmth, dripping down your thighs as he continued to fuck his seed deep into your cunt.
his body almost collapsed atop yours, having stabilised himself on his hands to prevent it, his breath heavy and ragged. He reached up, switchblade in hand, haphazardly freeing your wrists from the silk ties. he noticed the crimson painting across your chest smirking to himself at the wonderful artwork he had created.
“why don’t we get you cleaned up, princess?” he suggested, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “and how about we go for round two in the shower?”
you sat, poised, on your knees, body heated with a mixture of adrenaline and lust. the bed, seemed to be floating beneath your bare body, the only article of clothing…well you’d hardly call them clothing…the only accessories that adorned your naked flesh was a pair of black cat ears, with a matching cat tail butt plug, the fur of the tail resting beside your exposed thigh, a tingle rising under your skin. and finally, simple black leather collar, a metal tag and bell with the engraving of his name etched into it.
“jay’s slut” it read.
he stood at the foot of the bed, his body also rid of any form of clothing. his eyes naturally trained on your naked figure, following the curves of your frame, from your breasts to your hips, slowly, methodically, like a hunter tracking a wounded deer through the forest, you were his prey. you felt somewhat weak under his gaze, powerless, vulnerable, but the glimmer in his eyes, such a lustful, intense gaze, a sense of arousal burning under the surface of your skin, making your belly swirl and cunt soaked. his had become more apparent when you had noticed the camera set up across from you, the lens staring deep into you soul, scanning every inch of your frame. you gulped thickly, finding a somewhat new found confidence staring down the lens, still you hesitated, waiting for his command.
“c’mon kitten…don’t keep our viewers waiting” he purred through gritted teeth, egging you on. “i bet their salivating just waiting to see your pretty cunt”
to say jay and yourself had a rather…abnormal hobby in the eyes of some. for the both of you, it was cathartic, knowing so many eyes were on the both of you during such an intimate moment, it only made the situation more exciting. the compliments from strangers were constant, many of which served as a welcomed ego boost and jay had noticed. you’d become more confident in front of a camera, more daring, it came almost as second nature, and by god jay would be lying if he didn’t find it insanely attractive.
he angled the camera down slightly, while you position yourself correctly, laying down on your back, legs spread, pussy in full view of the camera, soaking wet, glistening with your sweetness. you could hear him let out a shaky breath from behind the camera as you allowed two fingers to spread your outer folds, he zoomed in to get a better view, a welcomed action thanked by your viewers.
“god your cunt is so fucking beautiful, kitten” he swallowed thickly, wetting his lips with his tongue, his own mouth salivating at the sight. “why don’t you show them how you touch yourself?”
you let out a small giggle at his compliment, your index finger swirling across your clit. your body shuddering at the feeling, you peered up at him through fluttering eyelashes. letting a soft moan fall from your lips as your pleasure slowing increased, your cunt slowly getting wetter and wetter. you noticed his eyes never left your cunt, pupils displaying at your fingers teased your tight hole. you sunk two fingers into your dripping void, hearing him mutter a small ”fuck” in response.
his cock hard, resting in his palm as he repositioned the camera with his free hand. his tip swollen, leaking with hot precum, your whines filled the room, only fueling his arousal, and much to the admiration of your viewers. steadily, at his own pace he began to stroke himself, slightly in view of the camera so the viewers could catch a glimpse of his hard cock. his cock was your absolute favourite, it was thick, easily stretching your tight cunt, yet comfortable enough to fully enhance your pleasure, good good each time he fucked you it felt like the first. so euphoric, so mesmerising, it was like you were teetering on the edge of heaven and hell depending on his mood. it was absolutely wonderful!
his soft grunts matched those of your moans, not trying to overpower them as such, more or less to let you know he was enjoying the show you were putting on. his veiny cock looked massive in comparison to your frame, you could not wait to taste him once more, have his seed mingle with your tastebuds and fill your throat.
“sir…it feels so good…” you whimpered with a shudder, pumping your cunt roughly with two fingers, your full breasts bouncing with the sudden jolt of your body. he let his free hand fall down from the camera, giving a light tug to the tail plug, a small chuckle leaving his lips as you let out a soft yelp.
“i bet it does, kitten” he grunted through a moan, increasing the speed of his hand around his thick cock. you mimicked his actions, pumping your sweet pussy. wet, erotic sounds filling the room, followed by heated moans, the camera fixated on you cunt, by his command. “cum for the camera, kitten. make a fucking mess”
you had to silence yourself, from the assault your own fingers provided, wrapping a hand around your mouth in a futile attempt, still some moans were able to filter through. he grabbed your hand roughly, completely abandoning the orgasm he had previously been chasing, pulling it away from your mouth, now removing the camera from the tripod, placing it in front of your face.
“let them hear you fucking scream” you heeded his command, screaming with such pleasure causing through your veins. he pulled back, simply adoring the sight as he sat back and filmed the scene. your body thrashing with adrenaline, thighs shuddering, he made his way back to the foot of the bed, once again zooming in on your cunt. your tight walls constricted around your fingers, sweetness dripping from between your fold, you let out an exhilarated moan, crying his honorific, all while he sat back a smirk etched on his lips as you squirted, your sweetness coating the lens of the camera.
you let out a sigh of relief coming down from the first high of the night. un knowing that he had already planned his next move. his cock still hard, swollen from having practically edged himself. he tugged your arm roughly, making you sit back up upon your knees, dragging you onto the floor between his thighs. you peered up at him, eyes rolled into the back of your skull, tongue parting your lips lightly, still reeling from your first orgasm, the perfect fucked-out expression across your face.
he placed the camera back onto the tripod, positioning it once again so that you were in frame, accompanied by his cock, opposite to your lips. he tugged your chin, making you look up at his, a small line of spit, dripping down the tip of your tongue, glistening the head of his cock. he took a moment, turning back to the monitor that displayed the stream, the flurry of comments from viewers adoring the sight they’d previously witnessed.
“looks like they enjoyed that little show you put on for them, kitten” he chuckled softly, swiping the tip of his cock against your lips, pre-cum coating your petal shaped lips. “let’s show them how well you suck cock”
he did not give you enough time to prepare yourself. not even a second before he shoved his cock violently down your throat. momentarily shocking your system, you gasped around his size, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as you peered up to meet his gaze. he gave you a gentle slap across the cheek, simultaneously weaving a hand through your hair, tugging roughly. he bucked his hips, slamming his cock down your throat, visibly seeing the bulge of his size through your skin. he threw his head back in pleasure, sighing heavily, eyes often fluttering back to the monitor to read the comments left by viewers. he gave a soft chuckle at some of the responses, praising you for taking his cock so well.
“they fucking the sight of you like this. so vulnerable, so innocent. so…under my control…” he growled, continuing to ruin your throat. “your purpose in life is to serve my cock, kitten”
you nodded slightly in response, the force of his cock not allowing you to move as much. the sting of his grip in your hair was thrilling, coupled with his cock hitting the back of your throat. you were in total bliss. he was correct in the fact. you were nothing but his little cock whore, the only reason for your existence was to indeed serve him, worship his cock as if it were a god, a dirty of you will.
“god, baby…your throat takes my cock so well…” his growls, no more than sinful hymns resonating in your ears. mind to fucked to even comprehend his words, simply moaning like a whore around his cock. the slick sounds of his cock fucking your mouth, in and out, sucking harshly around his shaft, so much so that he had to stabilise himself slightly against the foot of the bed, chest heaving as his nails sunk into the sheets, peering down to meet your glossy eyes, spit and pre-cum dribbling from your lips, down your chin and onto your slightly bouncing breasts. you plucked your perky nipples lightly between your index finger and your thumb, swirling the sensitive buds between them, tugging and pulling, much to his amusement.
“fuck, kitten…” he breathed out, gulping thickly between his words, his voice hoarse and throat dry, his hips still rocking to a steady yet harsh beat, slowly increasing as his high approached. “fuck…fuck kitten….you suck my cock so well”
his body shuddered, his orgasm, the first of many, soon approaching, small beads of sweat gathering at his hairline, one drop in particular dripping down the bridge of his nose. he was feverish with lust, a man possessed by your tongue, the way it swirled over the slit of his cock, suppressing itself against the underside of his shaft, allowing his to fuck your throat was simply mesmerising for him.
“just like that baby…such a good girl…” his head threw back in pleasure once more, peering to the side to once again check to monitor, smiling gleefully at the new angle of his cock slipping down your throat, the way it hung open slightly, taking every single inch of his length. “oh fuck…kitten, you’re gonna make make cum if you keep doing that”
he had noticed you had hollowed your cheeks, he was particularly fond of the sight of you sucking his swollen tip, drawing out his orgasm, second by second, thrust by thrust. he pulled out of your mouth quickly, replacing the warmth of you tongue with the coolness of his fingertips, his cock sensitive to the touch, grunting softly as he roughly pumped out his orgasm.
“open your mouth…” he panted, quickly releasing the grip he held on your hair, retrieving the camera from the tripod, giving your viewers another lovely angle once again. he jerked his cock, holding the camera close to your face, your tongue parting your lips, waiting impatiently to accept his hot seed. he gave a rough grunt, cum lacing your lips and face, dripping down your neck and breasts. he was sweet, his seed mingling with your spit as you swallowed him greedily, hoping that he still had plans on ruining you, for you knee jay was not done until every single one of your holes were filled with his seed.
“ass in the air…” he commanded, camera still in hand, reading comment on the monitor as you positioned yourself. you got on all fours on the bed. pretty ass in the air, wiggling it softly to get his attention, the tail plug gently waiving with the motion.
“the said you look fucking hot covered in cum, kitten” his accent rang out through laboured breaths “let see how they like your little pussy filled with my seed”
“please sir…that’s all i want!” you whined like a bitch in heat, desperate for his cock, he still held the camera, your plump ass in view, slowly prying down to your dripping cunt again. he gave a rough smack to your ass, the soft flesh jiggling with the vibrations. you screamed with pleasure, almost crying from the force he applied.
“you want my cock that bad, huh?” he mocked, repeating the action he’d done previously, each slap increasing with force until your plump ass was bright red, his hand print etched into your skin.
“yes sir…” you barely whimpered you, tears of pleasure threatening to spill. he lined his cock up with your tight cunt, slightly pushing the plug tighter into your puckered asshole. you whined at the sensation of both your sweet holes being filled. he pushed deep into your cunt, keeping the camera poised, free hand once again found its way into your hair. he was not going to be gentle, he never was and you enjoyed fucking him more because of it.
“oh fuck-!” you screamed through a moan, his hips smacking against yours with a rough thrust, powerful enough to almost send you tumbling into your forearms. his size stretches you out, so lovingly, despite his exterior being much more dominant than anything else. jay had a sweet side to him, he knew how to make you feel good, feel loved and cherished, this was no exception.
“jay…please…” you slipped up, momentarily which had not gone unnoticed by the new zealand native. he stopped in his tracks, pulling you up by your hair roughly until your back met his chest, bodies warm with sweat, sticking to each other.
“what the fuck did you just call me?!” he growled lowly in your ear, venom practically seething from his lips. you quickly corrected yourself using his honourific, apologising profusely and begging for him to continue fucking you. “that’s what i fucking thought”
you were not long for this world, your orgasm rising, much more intense than the one you had given yourself at the begging of this whole ordeal. jay’s cock tortured your cunt, leaving your tight hole desperate for his seed, each thrust was pure heaven, even more so knowing that hundreds of not thousands were witnessing it! jay’s hips began to buck, his pace beginning to falter, camera still poised on your cunt, awaiting his seed.
“god kitten, cum all over my cock” he persuaded, sloppy thrusts so intensely decking your void. you bucked your hips back against his size, pacing yourself on his cock until your demise. your sweetness coating his cock, merely spurring on his own orgasm.
“gonna fill your pretty pussy up…they’ll all know your cunt belongs to me…” he moaned through ragged breaths, white hot ropes of cum filling your void as his grunts filled your ears, the camera chortling the moment he released himself inside your tight walls. quickly, he pulled out, thick spurts of cum coating your perky ass cheeks, a small sigh of pleasure and relief leaving your lips as you collapsed in a heap onto the mattress. he brought the camera down filming the sight of your cunt leaking with his seed, the substance dripping down your thighs as your body seized with such overwhelming pleasure. he turned off the stream, as well as the camera, placing it upon the desk, joining you on the bed.
“so how about we review the footage and go for round two?”
