Your breath hitched in your throat as his thumb came to your bottom lip, pressing down on it, his intense gaze was locked onto your lips; wondering how they would taste.
Then, you felt his rough, calloused hand coming to your waist, pulling you closer to him, his touch was too gentle for a man his size.He leaned in close, letting a cloud of smoke drift into your face before he spoke "You ever had a taste of this, little bird? Or are you too innocent for it?"
You couldn't find your voice, your breath stuck in your lungs. You only managed a small, almost imperceptible shake of your head, your eyes locked onto his.Simon felt like he was about to lose the little control he had left, tilting your chin up to see that pretty face of yours, his eyes narrowed, something dark lying behind them. "Wanna have a taste, hm?" He asked gruffly, his voice coming out deep and husky.
You didn't speak. You couldn't. Instead, you gave a tiny, almost shaky nod, your gaze dropping to his mouth before dragging back up to meet his dark eyes. A low, dangerous hum vibrated in his chest. He took one final, slow drag, letting the smoke escape his lips, before he leaned in and closed the distance.His rough hand came to hold your jaw as he kissed you, the taste of tobacco filling your lungs as you whimpered into his mouth; shocked.He wasn't gentle, you'd never expect him to be gentle.He threw the cigarette to the ground, grinding it into the dirt with his heavy boot, his other arm wrapping firmly around your waist as he lifted you off your feet with one arm.
You let out another whimper into the kiss as you wrapped your legs around his waist for support,oblivious to the effects it has on him.
You tried to pull back slightly, already overwhelmed by the way he was dominating your mouth. "Sir-!" You managed to whine, but all he did was kissing you harder, shushing you.
He didn't break the kiss, even as he pivoted, carrying you effortlessly toward his house. His grip on your thighs tightened, his boots heavy against the floorboards as he backed you through the doorway, never once giving you a chance to catch your breath.
He didn't stop until he reached the living room, moving with a singular, hungry focus. He dropped onto the couch, pulling you down with him so you were straddling his lap, the air in the room suddenly feeling thick and heavy. He finally broke the kiss,only for a fraction of a second, to rasp against your skin, his hands mapping the curve of your waist like he was trying to memorize you. "Don't look so terrified, sweetie." He said with a breathless chuckle, peppering kisses down your neck, groaning at your scent, you smelled like strawberries, cherries-innocence.It was driving him insane.
He let his rough hands slide from your waist, his thumbs tracing the line of your hips before sliding upward, his palms hot against your skin. You were shivering; whether from fear or the sheer weight of his attention, you couldn't tell. He pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark, searching.
“Been waiting so damn long to get my hands on ya,” he growled, his voice a low, vibrating rumble against your lips. He didn’t wait for an answer. He reached up, his large, calloused hands finding the zip of your dress, his intent clear, and with one swift, impatient motion, he pulled it down. The cool air hit your skin, instantly replaced by the searing heat of his palms as he pushed the fabric off your shoulders.
You were exposed to him now, settled on his lap, looking too sweet in that pretty pink lace.With a harsh grunt, he unhooked your bra quickly, cursing under his breath at the sight of your breasts.He cupped them with one large hand, his other hand unbuckling his belt as his eyes locked onto yours again "Ever done this before, little bird?" he rasped, his voice dropping an octave, heavy with a hunger he was barely restraining.
You couldn't find the words. Your chest was rising and falling in quick, shallow hitches, and your eyes remained locked onto his, wide and searching. You gave a slow, barely perceptible shake of your head, the admission hanging heavy in the air between you.
His jaw tightened, his expression darkening with a mixture of raw want and something almost like triumph. He leaned in, his nose brushing against yours, his breath hot against your skin. "Good," he growled, the word vibrating against your lips. "Then you're going to learn exactly how I like it."
You opened your mouth, a small, shaky gasp escaping, but he didn't give you the chance to say another word. He surged forward, capturing your mouth in a kiss that was deeper, harder, and far more demanding than the ones before. It wasn't just a kiss anymore; it was a claim.
While his mouth devoured yours, muffling your whimpers, his free hand moved down, the sharp, metallic zip of his pants cutting through the heavy silence of the room. He didn't break the connection for even a second, his movements fueled by an impatience that made your head spin.
Your eyes widened as you felt his thick erection press against your slit right through the thin fabric of your panties, holding onto his broad shoulders as he kissed you.He groaned, pulled back from the kiss, pulling your panties down like he had no patience left.
He looked down, his eyes narrowed at the sight of your soaked cunt-all for him. "Aww, poor baby, so wet f'me, yeah?" He said with a gruff chuckle, his voice dropping to a condescending tone.
His fingers rubbed your clit with a grunt, lining himself up with your small hole, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. You whimpered, wiggled on his lap, no way, you thought, he would never fit.
"Relax, swee'heart, i'll make it fit," he said with a smirk, holding your waist tightly with one arm as his tip pushed inside you, burning, stretching you already. "O-ow," you whined, tucked your face into the crook of his neck, nuzzling against his skin to ground yourself, it was already overwhelming.
The shift in him was instant.His touch, which had been frantic and demanding only a second ago, softened. One of his large, calloused hands came up, his fingers threading through your hair with a surprising, lingering gentleness. He stroked the back of your head, easing himself into you with a groan. "Oh, bloody hell, so fuckin' tight, baby,".
You felt tears spill down your flushed cheeks, soaking his shirt.He stilled inside you as he heard your hiccups, pulling your head back to look at you, a flicker of amusement on his face."Relax.’S no big deal, darlin'." he rasped, his voice a low, gravelly vibration against your skin that felt like it was rattling your very bones.
After what it felt like eternity to him, he started moving, thrusting up into you as he stroked your hair gently, a contrast to his rough movements.
The gentleness in his touch remained, his fingers still tangled in your hair, but the rhythm of his body changed. The deliberation was gone, replaced by a raw, unrefined hunger. Every thrust became deeper, more forceful, dragging a desperate, needy sound from your throat that he seemed to relish.
He let out a low, guttural sound, his movements sharpening, abandoning all pretense of being careful. He was relentless now, his hips slamming against you with a force that knocked the breath from your lungs, his grip on your hair tightening just enough to pull your head back, forcing you to look at him as he claimed you completely.
You let out a little yelp as he hit your deepest spot, squirmed in his lap, trying to escape the overwhelming pleasure. "O-ow, sir, i c-can't-!" You managed between hiccups, pulling your head back to look into his eyes with your teary ones,silently pleading for him to ease up.
He didn't stop. He didn't even slow down. If anything, he tightened his hold on your hips, pinning you firmly in place so you couldn't escape the friction.
He smirked, a dark, mocking curl of his lips that didn't reach his eyes. "Can't what, little bird?" he drawled, his voice a mocking, gravelly whisper. "Can't handle it? Or don't want to?"
He didn't wait for your answer. He slammed his hips upward, faster and harder than before, ignoring the way you sobbed his name. He chuckled, a low, harsh sound against your neck. "You're doin' just fine," he growled, his rhythm punishing and insistent. "So hush. I’m not finished with ya yet."
He watched you with a dark intensity, his gaze tracking every movement of your face. Your brows were furrowed in a mix of ache and ecstasy, your cheeks flushed a deep, heated rose, and your mouth was parted in silent, breathless whimpers that were driving him to the brink of insanity.
He let out a ragged, frustrated curse under his breath, his eyes darkening as he took in how beautiful and undone you looked beneath him. "So damn pretty," he growled, the words almost unrecognizable as they were torn from his throat.
As you felt him hitting that rhythm, your gummy walls tightened in an involuntary, desperate response, your inner muscles clenching around him. You felt him shudder—a violent, sudden reaction to the tightness. He lost the last of his composure, his breath hitching into a sharp, ragged sound.
He surged closer, burying his face into the sensitive crook of your neck. He inhaled deeply, his nose dragging against your skin to catch the sweet, intoxicating scent of your vanilla perfume, and the familiarity of it sent him over the edge. His pace accelerated, frantic and desperate, his hands holding your waist as he groaned, pouring all of his remaining control into those final, crushing thrusts.
He was trembling now, every muscle in his frame corded and tight as he neared the edge. He slowed for a fraction of a second, his voice a jagged, desperate rasp against your ear. “need to be inside, fuck..dove, 'm gonna cum in you."
You barely registered his words, only the need for him to stop holding back. You shivered, a broken whimper hitching in your throat as you gripped his shoulders, pulling him flush against you. “I… I don’t mind,” you breathed, the words barely a whisper, but they were the only permission he needed.
He let out a guttural, primal sound, his composure shattering completely. He crushed you to him, his arms wrapping around your waist with a strength that felt like he was trying to meld your bodies together, pinning you against his chest so you had nowhere to go.
With one final, punishing thrust, he drove into you as deep as he can go, holding you so tight that your ribs ached from the pressure. He groaned, a deep, resonant sound that vibrated through your entire body as he finally let himself go, spilling deep inside your womb. He held you there, shaking and spent, his face buried in the hollow of your neck, his breathing ragged and heavy against your skin as the world slowly stopped spinning.
Sooo this took forever to write, but I had so much fun with it! I’m honestly still practicing writing smut, so please forgive any mistakes, i'm learning as I go! Hope you enjoy it!!💕
