#chris brown

[1sz]

[otoso]

"Your body language speaks to me

I don't know what you did, did to me

Your body language speaks to me"

Under The Influence by Chris Brown

[bey0utifulsoul]

[classycookiexo]

They sure will 😂😂😂

[starsoftheeye]

one of my favourite things about until dawn is that while it may not make sense for josh to play the prank on the three people who arguably had the least involvement in the prank on hannah (ashley is ofc debatable but compared to the other 4 she was more of participant rather than an instigator), it means that those who instigated the prank receive their karma for what they did

mike, after leading a girl on and pretending to want to sleep with her has to watch his girlfriend be ripped away from him right as they are about to have sex, he then has to physically see the consequences of both his actions (shooting emily) and his inaction (being unable to save jessica in time)

emily is betrayed by someone she thought she could trust in a room full of friends who are not only doing nothing to defend or help her whatsoever but who have actively turned against and othered her. to rub salt in the wound, both times it's mike munroe commiting this betrayal

and jessica has to spend a night in the mines, cold and alone and afraid having no idea what is going on or what is in the dark with her, only that she is in danger and she is not alone. the only difference is that jessica gets someone to help her if matt survives

(am honourable mention is ashley being haunted by hannahs "ghost", plus dollhouse recreations and video proof of what she had been a part of, but that was josh not fate)

[thedivinefemoferos]

Eyes On You (Chris Brown x Fem!Reader)

Summary: You're out for another night of clubbing, but this time your friends are too busy to join you. You've been on the run ever since getting screwed over by your cheating ex. Dancing seems to be the only cure for your loneliness. You've gotten used to being on your own so you didn't come to the club looking for anyone, although, a man came looking for you. And he's had his eyes on you for a while now... (Cover art picture from Pinterest credit: @noel0737)

**Warnings: Explicit descriptions of sex, course language. Y/N = Your Name

Enjoy ;)

You give your lips a quick touch of lipgloss before slipping on your black Louboutin stilettos. Tonight is just another night of lights, drinks, music and feet so sore you just have to take your heels off by the end of the night. But this was your life. The life you craved. Dancing almost every night to forget about your past troubles. Hoping to meet someone that can help you forget; someone who can show you what a real connection feels like.

Your friends were supposed to join you tonight but they all had something to do, too busy with their boyfriends or work. As much as you want it, you've managed to convince yourself that you don't have time for a relationship. Plus, since you're last relationship that ended in flames, you've been far too picky to settle with any of the men you've met. You've just never been satisfied, so you've been on the run. Night after night.

You take one last selfie before posting it on Instagram. You slip your phone into your mini purse and leave your apartment. You call your Uber, slip into the back seat and close your eyes. You start to feel a little down, upset that your girls couldn't make it. You try your best to hold back your tears so you fist your hands and take a deep breath.

Once you arrive to the club you notice the line is way longer than usual. You arch a brow as you get in line, looking around only to see tons of attractive women smiling and taking pictures with their friends. You roll your eyes and slip on your sunglasses, deciding that you'd rather not be approached by any one new tonight. You'd rather dance until your back got sore, until you've released all your pent up hurt and frustration to the rhythm of the night. You hoped there wouldn't be any weird men in the club, the kinds that don't give up even when you say you're not interested, why can't you meet a decent gentleman for once? That's just not been your type lately and you still can't get a grip on your attraction to trouble; you're down bad for the bad boys.

After what felt like hours of waiting in line, you finally come up to the security guards, hand them your I.D and let them search your bag. You can already hear amapiano music blasting in the club, your hips already urging you to shake them. Once the security check was done, you strut your way into the club, making your way to the bar.

You squint at the menu and decide to grab a peach and tequila cocktail. The bartender hands you a chilled plastic cup with a tiny straw, and you pay in return. You take a sip of your drink before turning on your heel, making your way to the dance floor.

You start to move your hips as "Commas" by Ayra Star comes on. You sway and wine your hips, sipping your cocktail and smiling at the feeling of pure bliss and freedom. You keep moving, the alcohol warming your blood when suddenly, you notice a tall and muscular man approaching you. He's not bad looking by any means but he looks far too old for you. Maybe in his late forties. The man keeps making his way toward you and you come to a stand still. Looking at his face, you can't even see his eyes through his black shades. He approaches you, a faint smile cracking on his lips.

"Hello, sorry to bother you but, Mr. Brown has taken notice of you here in this club."

You squint your eyes at the man, clearly security for some important man. Mr, Brown?

"I'm sorry? I think you have the wrong person." You swallow hard, a bit intimidated by the man.

"He made it clear that he wanted to speak to you. Only you." The man clears his throat, his lips forming a straight line.

Is Mr. Brown some rich mob leader or something? You had no ideas who he was but all you knew was that you didn't want to get involved. Or at least you shouldn't.

"Please just tell him to find interest in someone else. I'm sure he'll be fine." You try to step away from the security guard but he steps in front of you, blocking your path.

"I'm not sure he'll be fine with that at all. You see, Mr. Brown isn't used to women turning him down. Especially women like you."

You didn't know whether you should be flattered or creeped out.

"Well he'll soon forget about me once the next woman says yes to a stranger asking her to follow him." You sigh and push away from the man, finally making your way past him.

That was one weird encounter. You've been approached by a couple famous people before but you had no idea who that man was. He didn't seem famous but more like a body guard. You made your way to the bar again, taking a seat at a lounge booth to rest your legs and get some space.

After sitting in the booth for a bit and ordering another drink, the waitress comes by with a silver platter of fruit pieces dipped in chocolate, along with a glass of champagne.

"Hey girl, some scary man ordered this for you. I think you have a secret admirer." She says with a wink as she places the platter and drink in front of you. You let out a frustrated sigh, this Mr. Brown guy will not quit.

"WOW. Some guys can't take a hint." You say as you ogle at the treats in front of you.

"I know. I mean at least this is nice, though. Maybe he just wanted to treat you. Oh— the security guard also told me to give you this." The waitress hands you a little shiny gold envelope.

Once she leaves, you're quick to open the envelope, only to see a small white card with a hand written message inside.

'Hello beautiful. You sure know how to move. I was hoping I could speak with you. I can show you things you've never seen before'

- Chris

Confusion washes over you so you re-read the message while quickly popping a chocolate dipped pineapple chunk into your mouth.

Who the hell is Chris? You didn't know a Chris.. Is this not from Mr. Brown? Wait... Mr. Chris Br-

No way. No fucking way. This is impossible.

You start to panic, shoving more fruit into your mouth as you check your phone. You see a random message from an unknown Instagram user.

Unknown: Floor 20 - Room 8.

You knew that the club had hotels on the upper floors but you had no idea what to expect if you followed these directions. That was the top floor. Is this a scam? Is this even the real Chris Brown?

Your heart starts to race when you enter the elevator yet you're thankful to finally be alone.

When you exit the elevator you notice how quiet the floor is and quickly look around at the beautiful view of the city skyline right outside the window. He's in the penthouse suite. Whether it's Chris Brown or not, this man definitely has money.

You walk down the hall, noticing the same tall bodyguard waiting by a door. He whispers into his Apple Watch and then stands straight, appearing to ignore your presence.

You stand in front of the door when all of the sudden it opens, and the man you never thought you'd meet becomes visible right in front of you. He's smiling and eyeing you up and down like you're the most beautiful piece of art he's ever laid eyes upon. He's wearing light grey baggy jeans, all red Air Jordan Toro shoes and a worn out black t-shirt. You can't help but stare.

You notice his soft black hair, his familiar tattoos and how his diamond chains and Patek watch shine under the dim glow of the lights in his suite. And his cheek bones. Those damn cheek bones...

Chris chuckles, clearly enjoying the way you're checking him out. You snap out of it when you hear him laugh, the sound nearly has you catching your breath.

"Wanna come in, pretty girl?" He asks with a smile so bright you nearly squint your eyes. His smile is literally as bright as diamonds.

When he notices that you're hesitant he gently takes your hand, sending tingles through your arm and between your thighs.

"Come on in." His voice is smooth, his hand warm and his grip firm as he guides you into his suite. You can't help but stare at your hand in his, the whole situation didn't feel real.

When he stops in front his bed, your heart pounds so hard you nearly loose your balance. He brings your hand to his lips, placing a firm kiss onto your knuckles.

"Sorry to come on so strong. I'm not tryna scare you, baby girl. I'm just tryna take some of your time." He murmurs and you nearly fall to your knees.

"It's- it's fine I just- I was not expecting this."

"I wasn't expecting this either." He says, sounding only a little bit surprised. He rubs the back of your hand with his thumb but you pull away. You feel the need to back away so you listen to your gut.

He sighs, stuffing his hands into his jean pockets, "I was really hoping you would join me for dinner tonight. But, you clearly don't seem too interested in spending time with me."

You raise your brows and shake your head, "You can't be serious." You nearly laugh but stop yourself when his expression falls serious, his defined cheek bones chiseled even further by shadows.

"About you? I'm very serious baby." He moves in closer, pulling you by your hips so that your front is pressed to the firm mound under his jeans. Your breath gets caught in your throat as he tilts your head up by your chin, you lock eyes with his. You notice the desire burning behind his gaze and suddenly, need washes over you like a wave as your core swirls with anticipation.

"I've had my eyes on you all night." He lets his hand fall to your shoulder, sending shivers all over your body. He doesn't break eye contact while his hand caresses your skin- you have to remind yourself to breathe.

"You should know that I never ask women to come where I stay when I'm on the road. Yet here you are."

"But you ask them to meet you elsewhere, don't you?" You shock yourself with the amount of sass that laced your comment.

Chris kisses his teeth and wraps his arms around your waist but you don't fight it.

"C'mon now. Don't play with me, Y/N. I asked you up here for a reason."

"And why is that? What exactly do you want from me?" The fact that he just called you by your name completely goes over your head. Your frustration and desire to interrogate him is all you can focus on in this moment. Held inside Chris Brown's strong arms, engulfed by his intoxicating scent, blinded by the diamonds and red flags all around him. After a few moments, Chris lets go of you and your body instantly protests at the loss of contact.

"Relax baby girl. I ain't got you held hostage. You can leave if you want." Chris backs away, clearly irked by your defensiveness. You don't move, instead you cross your arms and stare him in the eyes, challenging him. Something about the nerves and excitement of this whole situation has you wanting to act bad, to push his limits.

Chris smirks, clearly content that you haven't moved.

"And you're not going to leave are you?"

You let out an exasperated sigh, letting your arms fall to your sides. He's quick to close the distance between you again, his arms wrapping around your waist, pressing you into him. He's even harder now and you have to hold back your moan as he leans into your ear. You chew the inside of your cheek as you also fight the urge to kiss him. He searches your expression, waiting for your response.

"Fine. I'll stay." You answer firmly as your mind lets all consequences fly out the window under his heated gaze. He squeezes you for a brief moment, smiling from ear to ear before he leans in, resting his cheek against your temple.

"Yeah that's right. You're not going anywhere." Chris' voice is husky and deep, with sex dripping from his tone. There is absolutely no way you could say no to him. Not with the way he's looking at you. Not with the all consuming energy buzzing between your bodies.

"But I have another question for you."

"Shoot. But hurry, I'm starving. And I bet you are too." He kisses your temple and you stiffen in his embrace,

"What makes you think I wanna be known as just another one of your groupies?" You start playing with the collar of his shirt, he doesn't stop you.

He looks down at your fingers, biting his lower lip.

"What makes you think I want you to be my groupie? I asked you to have dinner with me."

You nearly laugh in his face. "You're Chris Brown. You can have any girl you want. But you really want to spend time with me tonight? Don't play with me." You feel your heart sink as the words come out of your mouth.

"That's right. I can get any girl. But I can tell that you're not just any ordinary woman... all I want is you tonight. If you're not hungry just say so... but I've got a craving for your body baby and I'm starting to get impatient." His thumbs start to rub slow circles against your lower back while his large hands cup the top of your bum, causing you to melt into his embrace, pressing yourself closer to him. He smells divine. Like warm cinnamon sugar.

"Is this what you say to all the random women you're trying to fuck?"

"Look." Chris grits his teeth, but his touch remains soft. "You're not random. I've had my eye on you for a while now. Your socials. You're active. You've got a large following. Bet you've got tons of men in your dms, am I right?" Your eyes widen, it's like everything he says causes your heart to race even faster. How had you not noticed that Chris Brown was lurking on your socials?

"You've been watching me?" You swallow, looking into his eyes. As shocked as you are, you can't help but feel proud of yourself. You caught Chris Brown's attention. It wasn't intentional but it's definitely something you're not mad about. It's the consequences of falling for him that has your head spinning.

"Yeah. I have. I know it's a lot but if I'm serious about someone I gotta know what they're all about before I make a move. Ya know? So tell me, you seeing anyone, pretty girl?"

You weren't. But you really didn't want to come off as easy in this situation.

"That's none of your business." You say and he rolls his eyes.

"Well if you do got a man back home, you don't seem too eager to get back to him." He leans in, smiles slightly and then looks at your lips, meanwhile his lips are just inches away from yours.

You pull back, clearing your throat to try and maintain your composure.

"Chris. I don't think I want to get involved- I mean, you don't have the most reputable past." You shrug out of his embrace and just as you turn around, he's pressed up behind you, his arms wrapped around your waist, keeping you close to him.

"Yeah? And how 'bout you? You've been Ms. Little perfect? You've stayed out of the headlines? Or how about the only fans you've kept so secret, hm? Didn't want just anyone to see all this?" He lets his hands smooth over your torso until they reach the tops of your thighs. You press your bum against him and he grunts. "Why'd you stop posting there? Your man too controlling? That why you left him?"

Your eyes widen as anger burns through your chest; he knows about your past and most recent relationships too. Fuck. You quickly turn around to face him. He may have caught onto you and he may know about your not so innocent past, but you still don't want to get hurt. The fact that he's dug deep into your socials is absolutely ridiculous but given he's such a famous person, you understand that he absolutely does need to be careful.

"I don't need to tell you anything and I'm not going to." You huff, squinting at him before he shrugs and smirks at you.

"Fine. Your past is none of my business. But, I was really hoping to get to know you. If you'll let me. Let me show you what I had planned for you tonight."

You stood there speechless.

You've always been confident but knowing that you've caught Chris' attention has you more shocked than anything. And you've been with enough D-list celebrities to know that the dick is not worth the heart break. But an A-List celebrity? Someone you've only vibed with from a distance. Someone you've seen in concert far too many times to count. You don't want to be a groupie but what about his girl? Is that what he wants? How could he want something that serious with you when you barely know each other. You're just an up and coming model on Instagram. What does he even mean by being serious about you?

"How can I trust you?" That's all you can manage to ask after trying to process the most shocking words you've ever heard. Chris furrows his brows and pulls away from you with a sigh. You arch a brow, watching as he runs a hand over his hair.

"I know I have a bad reputation, but you do too. I know you've heard a lot of things about me but a lot of it is bullshit. I've even heard rumours about you but I don't judge. I wanna show you who I really am." He starts to grit his teeth and his tone is laced with a bit of aggression. Your heart beats hard and you hate to admit it but his determination has your pussy dripping.

Chris walks so close to you that you end up falling onto the bed, managing to stay sitting up. He looks down at you while standing in between your legs.

"And you're right, I have women falling all over me but, if I'm into someone, well, then it's only them. I promise it's only been you, girl. I've been waiting to take my chance. And," he chuckles, "When I see a woman like you, shaking an ass like that, well, I can't help it, I just gotta have it. I gotta have you."

You stare up at Chris in awe, not expecting to be so charmed by his way with words. How could they sound even sweeter in person, when he's speaking seductive words rather than singing them. You couldn't even find the words to say, being too distracted by thoughts of lust, pooling like honey between your thighs.

Chris brushes a loose strand of hair behind your ear, cupping the side of your cheek while looking deep into your eyes.

"I promise you, Y/N, my intentions are good, baby girl. You've been on my mind for weeks. Spend the night with me. Let me show you what you've been missing."

As each word falls from his lips, you feel a pull toward him and it quickly becomes overwhelming. He's already got you hooked and it's been less than thirty minutes with the man. You wish he'd stop calling you by your name. You should probably leave before things get out of control.

"Chris I-" Suddenly he's slipped his hand around the back of your neck and you've got your fingers hooked in his belt loops.  "I'd love to spend the night with you but-"

"But what? You don't think I'm the cure to all your loneliness, baby? What do you want? I know you want me to eat that pretty pussy?" You let out the moan that's been bubbling up in your throat this entire time and instead of pulling him closer, you get up and push him back by his shoulders. He stumbles backward, clearly surprised by your actions, but not upset by them.

"You think I'm easy? I'll tell you something, Mr. Brown. You can't always get what you want. And yeah sure, I'd love to stay the night but who says you'll be here in the morning? Fuck off with all the lies about wanting me and needing me and shit. Yeah, okay. You expect me to believe you?" You should be leaving as you cuss him out but your feet stay in place. Chris' eyes darken as he pushes himself off the wall. His pupils dilate as you speak, but anger is not the vibe you get at all. Is he turned on by your honesty? By your blunt disapproval of him?

"Okay, okay, I got you. You're upset. Been hurt too many times. You don't trust me, I get it." He holds both of your hands in his, rubbing your knuckles as he looks into your eyes.

"So tell me, why haven't you left yet?" He pulls you closer, still solid as a rock, his expression heated with frustration.

"Because I'm waiting for you to  tell me why you really called me up here." You grit, gripping his shoulders as he starts to rub his hard dick against your core. Your body starts pulsing with desire just from feeling the sheer size of him under his jeans.

"I've done enough talking, baby. How about I show you?"

Chris is quick to grip your ass, catching you off guard. You moan deep in your throat as he lifts one of your legs up, his hand on your outer thigh. Your face is so close to his neck; he smells like sweet rum and spiced cologne. At this moment you just really wish you could taste his soft lips. You look at his lips, the craving to taste him only growing stronger.

"All you gotta say is yes, Y/N." He tilts your head up again, locking eyes with you before his eyes fall to your lips.

"Y-Yes." You barely have time to prepare yourself for what came next. Chris presses his lips against yours, his hands quick to grip your ass tightly as he lifts you up. He picks you up swiftly, your legs and arms wrap around him. You kiss him back, moaning softly at the way his lips work yours so tenderly, with so much passion yet so much composure. You run your fingers through his short hair, earning a deep groan from him. He breaks the kiss by pulling your hair back and his lips trail warm kisses along the curve of your neck.

Your eyes close and you grip his shoulders. You can't help but grind your hips against him, feeling his thick length press against your wet, aching pussy.

"Fuck, Y/N." Chris groans as he throws you onto the bed. You look into his eyes, challenging him once again as you spread your legs. Your short skirt gathers around your waist, leaving nothing to his imagination. He gazes at your pussy, thick lips sucking in the lace of your panties, arousal dripping like bailey's; he can't help but lick his lips.

"Goddamn baby girl. I promise I'm gonna lick every inch of your body tonight." Chris bites his lip as he crawls onto you. You lay back as he hovers over you, looking down at you, his chains hanging close to your neck, his breathing heavy.

"Y/N, you know I don't play games. I promise I've only had my eyes on you. It's only been you on my mind, for weeks." He presses his hips into you, rolling himself against you so deliciously that you're moaning loud. His hand wraps around your neck while his other undoes your bralette top.

When his hand  grips tighter around your neck you arch your back, "Chris! Please, fuck- I need you." You can't help but beg, your pussy has been throbbing for his touch ever since you've stepped into his room.

Chris gets up on his knees and unbuckles his belt, he tosses it to the floor. An ache swirls low inside your tummy from just watching him, feeling the heat of his gaze on your body.

He lifts your legs up, slowly pulling your panties off of you, only to shove them into his back pocket. You raise your brows and bite your lip, hiding the smile that creeps up on you.

"Hm, I like hearing you beg for my cock. You done fighting me? You know that all I wanna do is make you feel good, baby." He spreads your legs open while they're straight, running his lips and tongue along your inner leg until he's on his knees at the edge of the bed. He kisses your inner thigh and you start to shake, his mustache tickling your skin.

"I-I'm done fighting. Yes- please-" You sound so desperate, so needy, your voice barely a whisper.

"Hmmm, you want this don't you?"

You moan in response as he licks and sucks the part where your thigh meets your hip, so close to the heat between your legs. You arch your back, your hands rushing to grab his head.

"You smell so good, Y/N." He's practically drooling as he brings his fingers to your pussy, spreading your folds gently.

"Mmmm, and you're soaking wet." He slips two of his fingers inside of you and you prop yourself up on your elbows, watching as he pumps his long fingers inside of you. You groan in pleasure, louder than you intended, your head spinning as warmth gushes out of you with every pump of his fingers. Chris groans in approval as he watches you rolling your hips against his hand for just a few seconds before he leans in, wrapping his lips around your clit.

"Oh, fuck!" You grip his bed sheets, moaning constantly as he sucks and licks your clit.

"Just like that. Don't stop. Fuuckkkk..." You throw your head back as he starts licking your clit fast, clearly eager to get you there but right when you're about to lose control, Chris feels your pussy tighten around his fingers. He pulls out of you and stops licking, and you gasp in protest.

Your jaw drops as you watch him take his fingers to his lips, licking them while staring into your eyes.

"You m-motherfucker." Your breathing is heavy, your body hot and shaking with need.

Chris moans around the taste of your arousal, "Careful Y/N. I'm trying my best to take my time. I know you're close. Imma take care of you, don't worry..."

You've got him rushing. Eager to get inside of you, to continue to dominate you just like he has been since you took his hand.

"Fuck me Chris." When the command slips from your lips, a wicked smirk pulls at his mouth and you both lock eyes. He's quick to pull his shirt over his head and undo his jeans as you lean forward, dipping your finger tips under his waist band. You pull his jeans and boxers down with one swift tug.

You choke on the words that struggle to come to mind now that his bare length looms before you. Chris grabs your wrist, guiding you to wrap your hand around the base of him. He's long, his shaft curving slightly at the tip, one long thick vein lining his smooth shaft; you feel him pulsing in your palm.

"C'mon baby. As much as I love how you're looking at me, I need to feel that pretty mouth around me." He cups your chin, rubbing your button lip with his thumb and you look up into his eyes as you move your head forward. Chris bites his lower lip, his eyelids drifting slightly closed as your lips wrap around the head of his cock.

He sucks in a deep breath as you take him inside your mouth, sucking his cock nice and slow. You try to hide the fact that the size of his cock nearly has you gagging, but he's taking it easy on you, allowing you to suck at your own pace. He runs his fingers through your hair as you move your mouth up and down his length.

"Fuck- that's good. Look at me baby." He grips the hair at the back of your head, and you moan around his cock. His hips jerk forward, causing your eyes to shoot up and look up at him as you suck. He's breathing heavy, sweat already dripping from his neck and down his tattooed chest.

You decide to take him in as deep down your throat as you can, causing his head to fall back and his grip on your hair to tighten. The hurt feels so good that you continue to moan around him, your throat constricting around his shaft. Chris groans deeply, biting his lip hard as he watches you.

"Shit baby girl- didn't expect that." He whispers, clearly holding back the urge to fuck your throat as he hesitantly pulls himself out of your mouth. You catch your breath, looking up at him in awe as all of your inhibitions melt away. You're both intoxicated by the taste of eachother, determined to claim eachother's bodies.

Chris takes your chin in his hand and wipes the corner of your mouth gently before placing a gently kiss on your lips.

"Lay back baby." His voice is husky, his command sending shivers all over you, his tone lush and comforting like a blanket on a cold night.

You do as your told and he follows you, crawling between your thighs.

"Open up for me, pretty girl, show me that pussy again." Now, nothing  about his tone is pretty at all. His eyes are glued to your body while your eyes are glued to his cock. You lift your legs straight and rest your calves on his shoulders.

Chris wraps his hands around your ankles before removing your heels, "You're feet must be sore." And he was right.

He tosses your heels elsewhere before pushing on your legs, pushing them all the way back until he's hovering over you, your legs framing his face, the tip of his cock prods at your entrance. He's got you bent in half, completely at his will.

With your legs up in the air and his forearms framing your head, Chris pumps his hips forward ever so slightly and you hiss at the stretch as his cock slowly slides into you. He slowly sinks himself into you, groaning in pleasure as your pussy wraps around him perfectly.

"That's it, take it baby." He huffs, driving himself all the way into your pussy until you can nearly feel him in your stomach.

The pressure is nearly suffocating, the stretch in your pussy and at your thighs feels so good you can't help but dig your nails into the skin of his back. His muscles ripple under your touch while he starts to move, thrusting slowly, locking eyes with you.

"Chris, fuck daddy!" What turned into the softest moan ended with a scream as the nickname suddenly drives Chris mad. He crashes his lips onto yours as he pummels into you. His pace quick, his thrusts strong, every stroke hitting your g-spot just right.

"Fuck- baby girl you got it. You feel so good...." Chris seems to be at a loss of words. He closes his eyes, sweat beads from his head while he planks over you, his cock strokes your walls so deliciously that your eyes roll back.

"You're close baby. Don't hold back. Give it to me." Hearing his lush tone has you squeezing around him instantly, your impending orgasm explodes through you, shaking you to your core. Tears stream from the corner of your eyes as intense pleasure sets your every nerve on fire.

"Damn, baby girl! Fucking squirt on my cock."

You've been so caught up in the bliss of your climax that you hadn't noticed the wetness at the point where your bodies connected. Chris slows down his thrusts to ease you down from your high. You can barely form a sentence in your mind, the only thing coming from your lips are moans, hums and groans that sound like music to Chris' ears.

Chris brings your legs down and you instinctively wrap them around his waist.

"Didn't know a pretty girl like you could make such a mess." He murmurs as he continues to pump his hips, his quick and short strokes soon stoking another fire deep inside you.

"I'll have it cleaned up while we shower baby. I-I'm about to-"

Chris grabs a handful of one of your breasts, his lips press against yours as his strokes quicken and gain more force. He's close, unprotected inside you, his tongue dancing with yours.

You feel his hips pull up but you tighten your legs around him, you're protected, and you need him inside you. He breaks the kiss, his eyes struggling to stay open as he fucks you.

"Y/N I'm- shit!" He loses himself mid sentence as his warm release fills your sore pussy.

Chris settles himself between your legs, making sure not to put his full pressure onto you. You both search eachother's eyes, wondering just exactly how you got in this... situation.

"I'm gonna make you mine, Y/N." Chris lifts you up as he stands up onto his feet, keeping himself inside you as he carries you to his ensuite bathroom. It almost feels shameful because you already want to be his. You've already fallen under his spell.

"First let's shower and then let me get you ready for dinner. I'm still a gentleman after all."

You snicker as he sits you down on a bench inside the shower. You're exhausted, your body limp yet still buzzing from the aftermath of your orgasm. The best orgasm you've ever had in your life, in fact. But you wouldn't confess that to Chris just yet.

You find yourself back in the present moment, warm water trickling around your skin, large hands rubbing your breasts with the sweetest smelling soap.

"Will you, baby?"

You open your eyes when Chris speaks, his eyes searching your tired ones.

"Will you be mine? Let me win you over?"

You smile, resting your forehead in the crook of his neck.

"You already have." You admit, letting your fingers skim over the taught skin of his ass. Chris picks you up under the shower water, gripping your ass as you wrap your legs around him once again, his lips meet yours in a sweet and restrained kiss.

"You better be here when I wake up." He murmurs, and your heart nearly breaks.

"I'm staying. Unless dinner doesn't go well."

"It'll most likely end with you on the desert menu. I've already had a taste but I need more."

You giggle, kissing his cheek before noticing the way he's looking at you. You see the affection in his eyes and the only thing you can wonder is, will you ever get enough?

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