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New Years Resolution - DJ Sihtric
Happy New Years, ya naughties.
"You look fucking fantastic baby." Sihtric growls as you erupt from the bedroom. He's wearing scuffed up converse, his lucky shoes, black ripped jeans and a black shirt under the leather jacket that makes you wet instantly. You close the distance and pull him to you by the mjolnir pendant on the leather string that he never takes off. Sihtric smirks against your lips as he kisses you.
"You ready baby?" He murmurs against your lips. "If you are." You reply. "For you, always." Sihtric smirks. You roll your eyes. "Let's just go." You cooe.
Sihtric texts his driver and grabs your coat.
Swiflty you are brought to the party Sihtric will be playing at. He's one of five DJ's that night, alongside Sigtryggr, Ragnar, Aethelwold and Skade. But your fiance is playing the main booth.
You follow Sihtric up to his booth, feeling the party goers eyes on you as you ascend the stairs. They know you by now. Sihtric's never been quiet about how much he loves you.
Sihtric grabs his mic and flicks it on. "You ready to kick 2023 out of the fucking door!" He hollers. The crowd cheers and yells back up at him. Sihtric grins wickedly. "So, leeeet's kick it." He yells, pressing a few buttons and the music starts building to a base drop. The crowd goes nuts. You think they are a bit too easy to please, but hey, they pay Sihtric well for it, so you are not complaining.
The crowds are dancing and Sihtric bobs his head a little and keeps post-phoning the bass. "You're a jerk." You chuckle. "I know." Sihtric grins at you. "Kiss you when the base drops?" You tease. "Cheeky, I like it." His grin grows into a smirk. He slaps your ass and stuffs his hand in your back pocket. "Damn, I want you." He growls.
"Make that bass drop and maybe I'll see what I can do." You cooe. "Minx." Sihtric pulls you closer, his lips on your neck. "Baaabey." You titter. He flicks a switch and the base drops like a tonne of bricks. You feel it in your bones. "Fuck, now I am wet." You groan. "Good." Sihtric smirks. "Because I am shoving it in at midnight baby." He grins and winks at you. "Now who is a minx?" You retort. He gropes your ass firmly and kisses your neck. You moan sweetly upon his ministration.
"I am so fucking hard for you." He growls, just below your ear. "Two more hours till midnight." You cooe. "Fuck baby, I can't stand that." Sihtric swears. "I could edge you." You tease, backing up, grinding against his crotch. Sihtric groans lustily. "You are a very cruel, woman." He nips at your neck. "But you like that." You titter. "Fuck yeah I do." He agrees.
You keep grinding against him.
Sihtric manages to stay focussed, though he most certainly riciprocates. He grinds his hard cock against your ass.
He slips a hand into your trousers, rubbing you through the cloth of your panties. You moan sweetly and roll your hips into his hand. "Good woman." Sihtric growls. He nips at the lobe of your ear, twists some knobs and the crowd goes wild. He hand goes into your panties. "Fuck, you are soaked." He grunts. "Can you blame me?" You murmur.
He begins to caress you and you grit your teeth in order not to moan. It's so good, he knows just how to get you going. The way he rubs your clit it absolutely heavenly. And then he delves a thick finger into you and you gasp in pleasure. "Good girl." Sihtric growls. You whine and shudder.
He fucks you with one finger, shoving as deep inside you and he can. You moan, bearing down to get some friction on your clit. "So greedy." Sihtric chuckles, pressing his palm against your cunt. You moan lustily and grind against him. He's swiftly working you to orgasm. You just need a little more. "Al-almost there." You whine. "Oh, you wana cum?" Sihtric growls.
"Beg for it." He taunts, before amping up the base. The crowd goes wild, and you are sure no one will hear you, only Sihtric. "Beg." He says firmly. You whine loudly. "Please, please. Oh please, let me cum, sir." You mewl. "You can do better than that." Sihtric seeks out your gspot. You squeal rather loudly.
"Don't you dare cum until I allow you." He growls against your ear. It is almost your undoing.
"Please please please please please." You chant. You are so close to the edge, already. "Yes, that is right." Sihtric grins, slapping you on the ass with a firm flat hand. You squeal and grind more firmly against his hand. "Cum for me, then." Sihtric says firmly. He presses the tip on his finger against your g-spot and you come apart under his touches.
"Good girl." Sihtric praises, slapping your ass again.
"Almost midnight, too." He remarks. "No New Years Kiss for you, baby. No, you are getting my cock." He taunts, kissing along your jaw. You lean back against his shoulder and moan. He is still fucking you with his finger and it makes you needy for more. You need him inside you. But you know he will keep to his word. You knew he will keep you waiting till midnight.
"Wana cum again?" He nips at the shell of your ear. "Oh, yes, please." You whine. "Your wish is my command, my love." He chuckles, his mouth moving to the lobe of your ear and sucking it firmly. He moves his free hand into your panties as well and pinches your clit. "Oh Gods!" You moan loudly. "Exactly." Sihtric growls, shoving another digit inside you.
"I want your cock." You whine. "You'll have to wait a little longer." Sihtric taunts.
In the half hour leading up to the count down, Sihtric makes you cum five more times. You are more than just desperate by the time the crowd starts to count. Sihtric switches on a massive bass build.
10
He pulls down your panties.
9
He opens his belt and fly.
8
He fishes his cock from his boxers.
7
Sihtric lifts you onto the edge of his 'work area'.
6
The head of his cock presses against your folds.
5
You tilt your pelvis for him.
4
"Good girl." Sihtric grunts.
3
He parts your folds with his thumb.
2
Slowly he pushes his cockhead between your folds.
1
He leans his forehead against yours.
He flicks a switch and the bass drops the moment the crowd yells 'Happy New Year'. And at the same time he shoved his whole length home and you cry out his name.
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