Side Street
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Warning: 18+ it’s me guys
Masterlist
Harshly you parked the car on the side of the road in a quiet neighborhood.
“Cariño que haces?” he questioned furrowing his dark brows together.
You couldn’t wait to get home, not with how good your boyfriend looked. You picked him up from his training session right after he took a shower at the gym. Fresh cologne lingered on his skin, mixing in with his body wash. It was a perfect melody that perfected his natural scent. You could tell he was sore and tired from practice; he was gone all day preparing for his first match. Recently he took up boxing as a new form to work out and really got into it. Thoughts flooded your mind, seeing him shirtless in the ring with just a pair of basketball shorts and sneakers that went past his ankles. The sweat that would glisten off his olive skin. Picturing the stern face, he would make as he gave his all to his competitor. That same stern face he’s given you after pushing his buttons a little too hard.
Desperately you undid your seat belt and climbed over to the shotgun seat. Straddling his firm lap you crashed your lips onto his letting out a content moan when his hands wrapped around your hips.
“Esto" you muttered into his lips.
“Me di cuento” he grinned showing off those dimples you love so much.
Fingers snuck underneath your t-shirt and dug into your warm flesh. You grinded your hips down to his making him harden underneath you. A throbbing sensation on your lower lips grew stronger as your arousal seeped through your folds. Your fingers roamed down his torso, feeling every crevice of his muscles. He had been working out for some time now, and the results had already begun to show. His new found strength was definitely a huge plus. Yet, it wasn’t the physical change you cared about, but rather how it changed the way he fucked you. Lasting longer, able to thrust up into you with more force, having more energy to last longer. And not to mention his sudden change in confidence, it all riled you up. His grip loosened as he explored your body. Slipping under your jeans and panties he kneaded your ass and groaned.
“Zabdiel” you whined out as you clenched around nothing.
Feeling how hard he was under you mixed with how ruined your panties were at that point made you even more desperate. Zabdiel undid the button to your baggy jeans growling a frustrated “mierda” as you unstraddled his lap and semi stood up to wiggle out of the jeans. His large hands pulled down your panties as the rough fabric of the jeans pooled between your feet. Before getting back on his lap you pulled down the elastic to his gray sweatpants and briefs letting his erection spring free. Your mouth watered at the sight of him, but you were too needy and desperate to taste him just yet. That would be for later, after you had a load stuffed inside of you, and you were able to properly taste him. You pampered his neck in soft kisses as you got back on him. Your soaked folds wrapping around his tip as you slowly sunk down on him. A moan of relief escaped your lips as he stretched you out.
“Fuck Zabdiel” you whined just wanting to see the galaxy already.
“Fuck mi amol” he groaned “So fucking tight.”
His thick english accent had your heart fluttering and walls clenching. This is the feeling you were craving all day. To finally have him wrapped around you was so blissful. You lifted your hips back up before quickly slamming back down. This was not the time to drag things out even though you would love to have him this close for as long as possible. Setting a fast and desperate pace your nails dug into his biceps.
“Más” you whined out tilting your head back already feeling so greedy.
He gave into your wants, thrusting his hips up with all his force. The car squeaked and groaned with every thrust. You were both lucky that the windows were tinted dark enough so no one could look in as there was still daylight out. Your moans grew louder singing his name over and over in-between needy cries and pleas. Zabdiel lifted your shirt up and pulled the cups of your bra down. He marked your breasts, making you clench around him. One hand grabbed your side as the other toyed with the breast not in his mouth. Zabdiel moved over to your other nipple, causing your breathing to hitch as you tugged on his shaven head. More and more pleasure built up as he slightly adjusted his hips and rammed into your g-spot. His name faded from a coherent song into an incomprehensible rythmn. Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull as you entered further into cloud nine. He pulled on your hardened bud with his teeth as he twitched inside you. Zabdiel was just as close as you were, his cum swelling up in his balls ready to release into your warmth at any moment. The pleasure tied a knot in your lower abdomen, making your walls squeeze his shaft. His thrusts lost their tempo as you could barely even move your hips. Your thighs vibrated around his thighs as the knot snapped. Zabdiel rode out your high, letting you travel the stars for as long as possible. As you were coming down Zabdiel cursed out your name and white strings of his seed shot inside you. Filling you up to the brim. A few slower thrusts milked out the last of his juices. You rested your forehead on his as you both caught your breathe.
“Por que tu no manejas a casa“ You giggled “y yo te limpieo“.
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Tags: @mind-of-tavia and @flamediel this wasnt the blurb you were talking about but this came to mind as i was doing that. oops.