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𝘮𝘢𝘺 11, 2023. 10:50𝘢𝘮
𝖎𝖓𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖍 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌.

Things had escalated so much in the span of 24 hours, and I was fully aware of that. I was aware of all of this, actually. All I could do whenever I looked at this man was go on a train of thought.

Never did I allow myself to just... exist. Be in the moment with him. And I think the universe gave me the perfect opportunity to put that into place.

It was a whirlwind — my living area to my bed, I mean. He was so excited, as was I, so we're crashed into almost everything. Starting off with the stools that blocked the top of the island in the kitchen, in hopes that he could sit me atop it.

"Knock a plate over and you'll be cleanin' it up."

"Not a problem for me," he hastily mutters back before pushing away anything that could possibly be in his way. I gasp in excitement and also surprise before he hoists me on the cold stone.

Judging by how animastilic he was being, I make the move to take off my dressing gown myself because he deffo would've ripped it. I wanted to rid myself of my shirt too but realised he wasn't getting all he wanted that easily.

Hooking my fingers around my underwear, I look him deep in the eyes as I slowly remove them. Then watch as he ogles over how the fabric glides over my thick (maybe too thick) thighs and the guy looked like he was about to drool, I swear.

Spreading my legs, I think he's going to, y'know, start doing his ting until he brings me down and quickly spins me around. Before I even know it, I'm bent over, legs spread fair apart and his tongue shocking my body as it settles between my legs.

I moan aloud at how good it feels despite it being so abrupt and how much better it starts to feel when he moves a little lower to suck on my clit. I clench on air, needing something to grab onto before I lose my mind.

My curves are something he takes interest in, grabbing on my behind and smacking it as he indulges in me. He moans as he tastes me, and the vibrating sensation only makes me feel even more of this highly erotic euphoria.

I didn't even have the energy to keep my head up, resting on the stone and bracing myself. His jaw slacks, and he begins to tongue my entrance. A slew of profanities leave my mouth in the lust-drunken haze I'm in as I feel my stomach get heavy.

He was merciless, shaking his head and harshly licking up and down my folds. For some reason, my mind begins to focus on sound as I hear a bit of shuffling come on his end. I start to grow even more wet at the thought of what his experience was — growing so hard in his joggers that he had to free himself of the torment, ragging them down and relieving the ache by touching himself.

I thoughtlessly whine my hips against his face. It was the teasing side in me, which he seemed to love. He whimpers quite loud, as he lets go of my thigh and lets me take a little bit of control for myself.

I utilise it, moving my hands to the edge of the island so I can grip it and move my hips harsher. I even wiggle my asscheeks for him before moving them up and down. Reciprocating, he sticks his tongue flat out and lets me use it practically. Let me use him.

I kinda hope I'm doing a good job and not making a fool of myself giving this man a naked whine on his face.

"That's it, darlin'," he harshly murmurs, "use my face, make yourself cum. That's good."

Well. Well.

I feel my climax rising after these words, and he seems to notice too as he once again takes the wheel. Grabbing on my both of my cheeks to stabilise me, his tongue flicks against my clit fast and hard until I can't even think of anything else but this feeling.

It was only until I let go, cumming all over his mouth, that any sound comes out of my own. I coo gently at him licking up my wetness like he couldn't let anything go to waste. I could've literally just lied there, in an element of my own, as I came down from that beautiful high.

He picks me up though, turning me around pressing sweet kisses to my neck. The slight pressure of his lips makes me shut my eyes in the pleasure. "D'you need a second or...?" He trails off, kissing me softly afterwards. His hands rub at my sensitive hips, but they were only mildly sensitive.

They could do with more wearing in.

I look down below his torso and frown childishly. He had covered up and I'm not sure I liked that. I skim my hand over what I could see through the fabric, causing him to shudder at the contact.

"Not any more..." I mumble, staring at the print like I'd never needed something so much.

That was something so scary about all this. I had fantasied about him surely, and what happened after the secret corridor incident, I had thought and fantasised harder. Past sex. What a real intimate moment looked like. That didn't scare me — what scared me was there was a realistic possibility that that couldn't happen after all and I don't get past the 'past sex' part. Which made me want to stop this altogether and not get hurt.

But who knew how convincing a dick print could be?

He doesn't talk, just kisses me. Hard. Like I'd gotten him more excited than before. He doesn't hesitate or stop the kissing, the heavy petting as he walks me backwards to my bedroom. I pull away only to retrieve condoms in any place I found them in, then his lips were back on mine in an instant.

Lying us both down on the bed, he's ontop of me and ridding himself of his bottoms, while I remove my own shirt. The way he looked at me after I did, made me want to believe I was the prettiest girl in the world.

"Fuck," he utters under his breath; it probably wasn't even for me to hear but I mean, it was right infront of me. The word makes my stomach stir and all I can do is patiently await his next action.

Sending a quick and rough kiss to my lips, he starts to indulge in the rest of my upper body. Tenderly, he wraps his mouth around my right nipple whilst squeezing the other with his index and middle finger. The tingly, giddy feeling I begin to feel instinctively makes me run my fingers through his long hair, aiding him to keep going before he switches out for the other.

As much as I loved the slow and steady sensuality, that was for when I needed easing into all this. I was feeling impatient and he was growing harder beneath me at the sight of me — I'd say we just cut out the middle man.

"Cench..." I whine. I don't think I've ever called him that before — it genuinely just slipped out. Funnily enough, that's what gets him to stop and look at me, with a curious expression on his face.

"What do you want, hmm? You have to tell me," he orders but I wasn't in the mood to play dumb. Vocalising what I want to him was too much, my head was too clouded and lusting.

So, I reach down to take his dick in my hand, watching him bite his lip and groan at what I do. I begin pumping after swiping away the pre-cum leaking from his tip to use to glide better. He squeezed my breast hard, shutting his eyes forcefully.

"I want this... you... inside of me."

"What do you say?" He grunts.

"Please."

His eyes darken and without warning, his hand wraps around my neck and presses his lips to mine roughly. He pulls away to grab the condom and swiftly roll it onto his shaft. In my own head, it felt good to see him lose control like that. Like he wanted to say more and get me to fall apart but I'd gotten there first and only with my words.

As our tongues sloppily collide, I moan at the touch of his dick sliding against my folds in a slow motion. I press a hand against his chest so he shifts and he enters me. Us sharing the same breath to pull away and lock eyes made me feel a much different way than I did on my first time with people.

He groans loudly, raising up so his full upper body is in view for me. He can probably see me just as much I can see him from this angle. His tattoo-coated torso, along with his inked arm and hand that moves to cup my cheek endearingly.

He pushes into me slow and curses under his breath when I clench around him. Not that I'm not used to sex, ofcourse I'm used to sex but, not sex like this. From someone that excites me so much, that I've yearned for this touch from for so long and so secretively. It's only ever been in my own space and my own mind and not exactly been real. So now that it is, I'm overwhelmed at it.

"Relax, beautiful. Just breathe, yeah?" His voice was husky as he spoke to me, relishing in how good I felt to him. It takes him a second to push all the way in and when he does, he keeps still for a second.

"You okay?" I ask, after pecking his lips softly. He nods, looking down at how both of our bodies are now conjoined.

"I just wanna fuck you til you can't walk but, I need to relax to do that."

I don't respond initially, as I'm too focused on how good that felt to hear. My answer is then a kiss as I wait for him to start moving his hips. In and out of me, he thrusts hard but slow. There was something so sensual and intimate about it that I didn't even want him to pick up the pace for a moment there.

When he does though, when he does. I'm gripping onto his back as he crashes into me, his hip bones smashing against my pelvis repeatedly. Subsequently, my legs wrap around his torso so I can feel him deeper. My eyes roll to the back of my head while his head buries into the crook of my neck, moaning and mumbling curse words through into the pillow.

The harsh, powerful thrusts don't stop; they're continuous and I find myself being less and less able to continue taking it. I mean, I could literally feel him stretching me out, hitting a spot inside of me I don't think anyone could reach. And while I haven't been having sex for the longest, I'd say two years is long enough to have someone take me there.

Although when he stops, I notice. I notice big time. I didn't even register the fact I had a frown on my face until he pointed it out. Jokingly, he pants, "You're such a brat." Making me, ofcourse, roll my eyes.

"No I am not."

"Yeah, definitely not with that big fuckin' frown on your face, babe," he sarcastically comments as he goes to kiss my neck, reaching down to my collarbone also. Taking note that he took note, I fix my face.

He lifts up and grabs my hand, silently telling me to turn around. Keeping a hand flat on my back, I'm pin straight beneath him as I feel his knees at my hip bones. There, he comes down to kiss the back of my shoulder. I turn my head to the side to meet him for something that I would barely call a kiss — our tongues literally just flicker against eachother's.

His right hand glides down my side to stop at my hip. Soon, I feel his dick enter me again and it feels much deeper than before and I very audibly make that known. My moans fill the room entirely as he shows no mercy on me or my body, drilling into my sheets that I helplessly grip onto.

"God, you're takin' me so well, baby. I wish you could see what I'm seein' right now, beautiful. Fuck," he takes a handful of my backside before smacking it. Grabbing my left thigh, he hoists it up so it's bent and he can reach inside of me even deeper.

I feel a knot in my stomach form, growing tighter with every thrust, every sound of our skin slapping together and everytime he groans or curses or moans. I think he made me appreciate men being vocal alot more than I realised; I found myself deliberately shutting myself up and biting into the pillow just to hear something I know he wanted to keep to himself.

"I'm gonna cum, Cench. Fuck, fuck," I cry out loud, still calling him the randomly thought-up nickname I gave him. Hearing this made him speed up even more, creating a creaking sound from the bed at the impact.

With his head at my level again, he grabs both of my hands and intertwines them with his, not slowing down how he fucks me. "Cum for me, princess. You can do it, hmm? Be a good girl for me."

His words send me over the edge and I finally feel the knot undoing itself and me releasing all over him. I don't make any sound, and I cannot feel anything but bliss for a good 3 seconds until I come down, my head smushing against the pillows.

Wet kisses are planted on my back while Cench slows down his thrusts in order to let my high ride out properly. I'm not given a proper warning when he picks up the pace again, however, or when he brings me up with him.

His hand clasps around my neck as I'm pulled up to kneel like he is, still feeling his tip brush my g-spot with each push and pull that goes on inside of me. I grab onto the arm holding my neck, daring him to apply more pressure to it. The thrusts get harder as I imagine he's nearing his climax too.

"God, Nelira. You're gonna make me—"

He doesn't finish his sentence as his dick twitches inside of my walls and I pulse around at that contact. I moan out, "Please cum. I want your cum, please."

I'm guessing words do it for the both of us since he drills into me harder and sloppier, until he's slows down. Stuff comes out his mouth that I can't make out before he stills his entire body. A loud and sexy moan comes out his mouth as he fills the rubber with his load. The grip on my neck is loosened and endearingly I wrap my hand around the back of his neck from behind me. We both nearly flop onto the bed together, bodies still conjoined, as we simply process what the fuck we just did.

"I'mma pull out now, yeah?" He tells me and I nod before looking back at it. The emptiness occurs after he does so which was the only thing I didn't like about all this. He turns me around, pressing a sweet kiss to my lips.

"Your face is all sweaty. Grim," he jokingly states and wipes some of the sweat bearing on my cheeks. I buck his hand away before retaliating, "your sweat dropped on my back atleast three times. So don't even try it."

"Such a brat."

"Yeah, you said that already, mate," I mumble. As we stared at eachother, both all the way naked and all the way in eachother's space, I knew the attachment was significantly starting to grow. With the way my hand traced the tattoos on his face and the deepbreath I took once I realised I was touching him so intimately, and that he was allowing me.

He didn't let me for too long. Instead, he proposed the idea of taking a shower together. To which I gladly accepted. He hoists me up, picking me up by my legs and carrying me over his shoulder as I giggled uncontrollably.

This felt too good. Almost too good to get excited over.

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐀𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐒𝐊𝐈 .
yeahhhhhh... im kinda proud
of this tbh apart from the fact
that i couldn't finish it for three
days. smut writing puts me in
this kinda STRESS idk. i do
love it tho don't @ me
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