from my wattpad tsitp fan fic:
'i know - conrad fisher & steven conklin'
wattpad: @longing4romance
rosette stumbled into her bedroom, attempting to take off her top. she sighed in frustration before making her way to conrad's room, across from her, unbalanced.
conrad looked up from where he sat on his bed at rosette, who made her way into his room and stood in front of him.
"connieeeee," she whined. "i need your help. my stuff keeps getting stuck on my head."
"okay, okay, but quiet down. everyone else is sleeping," he spoke in a low voice.
"okayyyy." she slurred, walking towards him and pulling him up from his bed.
she pulled him towards her and lifted her arms up, huffing impatiently. he pulled her shirt over her head, leaving her in her black strapless bra. conrad smiles drunkenly in recognition.
she started clawing at it before turning around and drawling, "pleaseee take it off..it's so annoying." conrad approached and his hands drew electricity into her skin as he dragged them towards her clasp.
as he unclasped it, she lay her head back on his shoulder. when conrad pulled it off and handed it to her, he turned around to give her some privacy. "nothing you ain't seen before." rosette teased turning him back around. she had taken off her fishnet tights and was left in her black thong. she's so hot, conrad thought
rosette made her way towards conrad and placed his right hand on her waist and slid his left hand up towards her chest. they both smirked at eachother as conrad pulled her into a kiss.
their familiar lips collided and they felt at home. rosette slipped her tongue into conrad's mouth and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling closer if that was possible. he frantically trailed his hands from her waist to her bare ass, moaning. conrad hoisted her up making her wrap her legs around him, only pulling away to remove his shirt for him.
conrad walked backwards until he reached his bed and fell backwards with her crawling on top of him. she pinned him to the bed, leaving kisses down his chest until the v-line of his low waisted trousers.
conrad began to take control and set himself up against the headboard with her straddling his lap as he grew painfully hard against her. he moved his hands around her waist and started grinding her against him.
he let out groans at what was happening and the sight of her bare chest.
rosette began moving against rythmatically on her own, throwing her head backwards, leaning back as well, rosette grabbed conrad's hands, which were groping her boobs, and shoved one of them down the front of her tiny thong firmly. "can you stop messing around and make me come?" rosette breathed into the air.
he ripped her thong off of her, throwing it to the side with his other hand. she impatiently grasped his wrist and started grinding against his hand, lying back in between his sprawled legs in pleasure.
he aggressively pulled his hand out of her and slapped her pussy making her gasp out of pain and pleasure. she whined as he swiftly turned her around and pulled her bare back to his bare chest, positioning her in between his open legs. he slowly and teasingly brought his hand back to her pussy.
conrad smirked as he felt her wetness against his fingers and dipped them into her wet folds as she moaned loudly, him whispering at her to quiet.
he rutted his clothed hips against her back, not that she noticed in her mind space.
conrad lightly ran figures of 8 on her clit and watched her let out a series of pants. he groaned as he moved against her fasted. rosette roughly grabbed three of his fingers and shoved them into herself. "finally. took your time, eh?" she groaned.
"shut up." he panted as she began to contract back and forth even tighter around him and she grinded against his fingers. he moved his fingers aggressively in and out of her, watching her spasm in his lap. conrad felt her blinding orgasm as she came but kept moving his finges rythmatically in her. he grinned cruelly as he watched her struggle from the over sensitivity and let a few tears leak from the pressure of pleasure.
"please, please. too much." she whimpered.
conrad pulled his fingers out and she let out a sigh of relief. but he quickly turned her onto her stomach and pushed her head into the bed and pulled her bum towards him in the air.
"this is what you fucking deserve for being a desperate whore with that guy, girl, and steven." he growls
rosette cries out in pleasure and pain at his words and as he shoved all five fingers into her and begins fisting her. her pussy was so stretched out and cum was leaking out in between the thrusts of his first. both had lost count of the times she had come but she never actually told him to stop because she wanted him to keep going.
"it's okay, we've done this before." conrad reassures, pulling out when she comes again, crying from pleasure. conrad then pushes his clothed dick against her and began thrusting and grinding against her for relief before cumming in his pants, sighing contentedly.
conrad pulled his shirt over rosette and pulled her fucked-out body under the covers with him. she cuddled against his chest and kisses it. "goodnight." he whispered. she was already asleep.
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