#this is technically the first cnco fic ive ever written

[bluewatersfairy]

i wanna see you - j.p

a/n: just wanted to write something short and then this happened.  a nameless joel piece (please note i am otherwise a strong supporter of sub!joel)

inspired by mila j’s verse in ‘on the way’

synopsis: friday night self-care ft. friends w/ benefits

warnings: mature content

word count: circa 6300

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friday nights were so often spent alone and filled with her guilty pleasures.  she didn’t mind being alone, truly.  there was something so attractive to her about spending the evening in her favourite burgundy lingerie set and sipping a glass (or bottle) of wine.  she went back and forth between watching trashy reality tv and dancing around her bedroom to her monthly playlists.  stress was never an issue on friday nights.

this friday, however, was one where she wouldn’t have minded some company.  it had been a long week of constant and endless work.  dropping her work load at the door hadn’t been so easy once she stepped inside.  it was while she was undressing that she found something that caught her attention and pulled her away from that stress.

a golden wrapper by her bed had caught the reflection of the last sliver of sunlight right as she was tossing her blouse to the side.  she ambled towards it and carefully picked it up, thinking back to the night it was from, she turned it over in her hands.  a small smirk and it was thrown into her small rubbish bin, supposedly forgotten as she made her way down the hall to her bathroom.

one hot shower later and she was stood in front of her mirror admiring her own body.  beads of water still glistened on her dark skin and the warm lights above her made them glow golden.  her eyes followed her hands as they dragged down her body.  her baby smooth skin was replaced by his larger, rougher ones.  she didn’t dare tear her eyes away.  

she gasped at the thought and his hands dragged back up her body.  her erect nipples caught onto his palms but before she could react, his hands were on her neck.  her head rolled back and she breathed out a long-kept moan.  

touch me there…

finding herself in the mirror again, she let her hands drop.  she reached for her dark, fluffy towel that was on the heating rack beside her and began to pat her body dry.  there was too much she wanted to do tonight for her to get caught up in the thought of him so early.  so, he was pushed to the back of her mind and she got herself dressed in a new lingerie set she’d picked out the week before.

with a busy and never ending schedule, it was easy for someone like her to get lost in her work.  she’d seen it happen to people she’d gone to school with, her mother too.  that burnt-out, self-deprecating, no-good state that could ruin a person.  it was horrible to witness and she never let herself think of how horrible it would be to experience.  it was why her friday nights were so important.  she needed that weekly night of self-care and self-love.  it kept her grounded and in lingerie, it was difficult to avoid feeling like the empowered, sensual, boss-ass lady she is.  

new lingerie was always an event.  she enjoyed browsing the stores waiting for something to catch her eye and she could never find the right words to explain how good she always felt wearing a set for the first time.  but this week, she was still a bit thrown off by her latest addition to her collection.  it was similar to the other sets she owned.  she knew what looked good on her and she stuck to it.  there was nothing she loved more than her breasts pushed together and her waist and hips hugged to show their beautiful curves off.  she loved how soft they made her stomach look, how much sex they added to her pouch.  this new set had all of that but still, it was a bold choice for her.

she always chose dark colours.  deep aubergine purples, dark wine reds, classic blacks and emerald greens.  she loved them all and the way they looked on her was devilish.  she couldn’t deny it and neither could anyone who was lucky enough to see her in them.  she shied away from the lighter colours, never thinking twice about her decision to.

that was until earlier that week.  she wasn’t even sure what it was that had her searching for her size in the set that was laying on the bed in front of her.  she adored the floral design in the lace and the way it shaped her body.  it was so important to her that what she wore to be sexy embraced the extra parts of her and when she first tried this piece on, she could have cried how perfectly it did it.  but now she wasn’t so sure if she wanted to put it on.  she could hear her berry red set calling her name…

she shook the thought away.  she wasn’t going to give into those thoughts that kept her in a bubble.  that was a dangerous thing and she wasn’t about to stunt her growth when she’d already spent the money on it, and a decent amount to say the least.  she bit her bottom lip and carefully put the set on.  it was soft against her skin, so soft.  

she pulled on a short, sheer black dressing gown that had silk detailing and poured herself a glass of wine.  she hummed along to the sounds of ty dolla $ign that echoed from the corner of her room, swirling her hips carelessly.  she held the television remote in her hands as she politely asked her google assistant to pause her music and draped herself over her bed, turning on her reality tv show of choice.

she didn’t know if it was this particular show or the red wine she was drinking but she was completely distracted from everything.  her perfectly manicured nails were constantly dragging up and down the side of her thigh from where she laid.  she traced the stretch marks that littered her upper thighs and let her nails sink deeper into her skin as they ran over the flesh of her ass.  she couldn’t seem to stop.  she just wanted to feel it, to have someone touch her.

the whiny voices from her television were ignored as she sat up.  her phone sat alone in its forest green case on her dresser, begging her to use it.  she considered it and knocked back the last splash on wine in her glass.  the walk across her bedroom had never felt longer.  she refused to rush, not wanting to give into the thought that she wanted someone, craved them even.  she was perfectly fine on her own, it just might be nice to have some company if he was around; at least that was what she was telling herself.

she was happily surprised to see he had texted her no more than twenty minutes prior.  it was a rather bland text, though she’d found he was often that way.  not that she minded.  she was never really one to text too much or do anything, so to speak, over text.  

she was a direct person and the art of flirty-texting seemed to not involve to-the-point texts.  too many people danced around the subject at hand when all she wanted was someone to say if they were on the same page or not.  she figured that was probably why she liked him so much.  he wasn’t going to mess around with asking what she was doing or imply that they should do something.  if he wanted to see her, he would tell her.  

she replied to his text with a simple greeting, just as he had her and waited for his reply.  she spent the time between texts checking herself over in her mirror.  the hesitation and uncertainty that she had felt earlier had completely disappeared.  she liked the contrast the lighter colour had on her skin and she was again proven that she knew the style that did her justice.  anyone would be lucky to lay eyes on her in a piece like this.  fuck, she felt lucky to see herself in it. 

he didn’t take too long to reply, he never did.  

‘i wanna see you.’

she wondered what he was doing at that moment.  did he want to see her the same way she wanted to see him?  she could picture it now, him laying in his bed under the white duvet.  his hand dangerously close to the waistband on his sweatpants, the material of it tightening as each second passed by.  was he thinking about her hands on his body?

the dots showed on her screen when she finally looked down at her phone to reply but disappeared just as quickly as they appeared.  it was a no-brainer to invite him around.  she wanted to see him too.

his eta was half an hour.  he wasn’t too far away but traffic on a friday night was always a nuisance.  if anything, it gave her time to finish her show and have another glass of wine.  she knew another glass would truly be one more and if she tried hard enough, she could be just as invested in her show as she was every other friday.  so, with a pillow cuddled to her chest, she laid back on her bed and turned her focus back to her television.  and she didn’t let it trail.  for all of ten minutes.  

with a deep sigh, she turned her tv off and scotted to the side of her bed, wine glass still in hand.  her home-laptop was kept under her bed for purposes she didn’t like to speak aloud.  of course, it wasn’t the only reason she used her home-laptop but during her busy months, it sort of was.  which is why it wasn’t so surprising that when she opened its lid and logged in, a video resumed.  

she decided she wouldn’t do anything but watch.  there was nothing wrong with watching and it had seemed she’d stopped the video right at the best part.  she set it back ten seconds and watched the remainder of the video whilst she finished her second glass.  

the sound of skin-on-skin filled the room and muffled moans from both parties served as the song’s lyrics.  she was content and silent as the scene played out.  to the naked eye, she was unphased.  but if one were to look closely, they would notice the occasional squirms and shock waves that were being sent through her core.  when the first video ended, she simply clicked onto the next that caught her eye. 

by the time her doorbell rung, she’d started to feel dizzy from all she was watching.  the first glass of wine had been felt through her body but the second one had gone straight to her sex and it was as if she could see, hear and think of nothing else.  

she almost forgot what she was wearing as she walked through her home to the front door.  she undid the chain and unlocked it to find just who she wanted standing on the other side.  his hands were tucked into the pockets of his grey sweatpants and the black graphic tee he wore made his shoulders seem broader than usual.

“hi.” 

his voice was soft, shy as was the smile that followed.  she returned it, their eyes not leaving one another.

“hi.”

her voice matched his, though not intentionally.  she didn’t know how things could have built up and disappeared so quickly but then again, he looked different than she thought he would.  more soft than sexy.  not that she didn’t know how quickly that could change.

his eyes left hers to travel down her body after a moment of just staring at her.  the first thing he had noticed about her was the crimson stain on her full lips.  he knew instantly that it was from wine and the desire he had to taste was only topped by the desires that followed when he let himself drink in her body.

unlike each time before that they met, she wore pure white, lacy lingerie.  his breath was taken from him as he fully took her in.  never had someone looked so much like an angel before him and never had he ever wanted to touch someone more.  he wasn’t sure what to say, wasn’t sure if he had anything to say.  he just wanted to look at her for a moment longer before he touched her.  

tell me, what’s it like to kiss an angel…

from his pockets, his hands were pulled out and he reached for her neck and waist.  he pulled her close, his head bent and gently, he kissed her.  her lips were soft and sweet as always, the taste of her strawberry lip balm still lingered.  licking into her mouth, he tasted the wine that stained her lips and tongue.  she moaned quietly at the feeling of him and he knew they needed to be in her room.  now. 

they entered her room in a tangle, bumping into almost every piece of furniture they could as they walked.  there was no real reason for them to part.  he knew her apartment well and guessed he could walk it with his eyes closed.  he just wanted to kiss her and touch her.  he wanted to make her feel good and it was the only thing on his mind.  that was until he heard, moaning?

he held his thumb to her lips and lifted his head, scanning her room for the source.  she nipped at his thumb and giggled shyly, her cheeks flushed pink and not from the wine.  she couldn’t believe she’d forgotten to pause the video.  it shouldn’t have been too hard to just push the lid close.

“what are you watching?”

his eyebrows were furrowed and a confused pout rested when he looked down at her.  she smiled and held his rest.  she pressed a delicate kiss to his pulse point and dropped their hands to be between them.  she led him, walking backwards, to her bed and sat him down on the edge.  his eyes never left her, not until she turned his head so he was facing her laptop.

to his surprise, a woman with ruined makeup was on all fours and a man whose face was not in frame was fucking her from behind.  his jaw fell slightly and the snicker she covered with her hand didn’t go unnoticed.  his expression was priceless.  the pure shock, slight confusion and general what-the-fuck combined for something she’d keep in the back of her mind for a while to come.  she couldn’t laugh about it now but she would later.

“oh.”  

he turned his head back to look at her and she nodded her head.  he went to speak again but she cut him off by kissing him.  she held his face in his hands and let her nails drag on the back of his neck.  his legs spread apart and his hands gripped on her hips, pulling her closer to him.  

she tangled her hand in his hair as he guided her legs to straddle him.  he sighed against her lips and together, they laid themselves down on the bed.  his hands dragged down her thigh as she had imagined him doing earlier and gripped at her flesh.  she was pleased by the feeling, humming and squirming on top of him.  

it was a bit of a blur for how he became the one on top of her.  her dressing gown had been shed before he pulled her on top of him and now she was pulling his t-shirt off.  his lips landed on her neck once the material was gone.  her hands racked down his back, feeling the contours while his lips left warm kisses.  he didn’t spend much time on her neck, gently sucking as to not leave a mark on her sweet spot before trailing down to her chest.  

he kissed the exposed skin of her breasts and cupped them through the lace with his hands.  she gasped at the feeling, her body arching so her breasts were closer to his face.  he rubbed his thumbs over her nubs and she whined, his lips still on her chest.

“more, more.”

she managed to get out between gasps, her hand in his messy hair.  she wanted to feel him on her, not through her lingerie.  when she’d first put the set on, she hadn’t wanted to take it off.  now, it was the only thing on her mind.  

“i’ll get there.”

his voice was calm but assertive and she found herself nodding her head, yes.  as she swallowed, she became aware, once more, of the porn playing on her laptop.  it was within her reach and she removed her hand from his back to close it.  only for her to be stopped, her wrist pinned to the bed.

he was now hovering over her, looking down with darkened eyes and swollen lips.  

“leave it.”

she, again, nodded her head yes.  she was surprised though.  she knew, just like everyone else, that he didn’t watch porn and had guessed he didn’t want their time together to be interrupted by it.  she didn’t mind being wrong.  there was something about it that excited her.

“okay.”

he smiled down at her.  he let her wrist go and watched her move it back to rest on her stomach.  his own hand reached for her thigh, propping it up so he could ease himself between her legs.  

he kissed her and let himself push against her.  their kisses had left the slow and steady place they’d started with and felt much more rushed.  she spread her legs with the urgency, bringing him closer with the little power she had over him.  she could feel him through his sweatpants and could see the print before he was on top of her.  the thought of it was enough to make her melt.  

he was so intoxicated by kissing her that he barely noticed her sitting up.  she raised the two of them until she could reach between them.  she dragged her hands down the toned muscles he took such pride in and only stopped when she had reached his waistband.  she guided his lips away from her own and caught her breath while he kissed over her cheek, ear, jaw and neck.  

the drawstrings were easy to untie blind but feeling for his member, both blind and through material, was not.  when she had, he let out a sinful groan against her neck that sent her eyes rolling back.  she bit her bottom lip and tried, as lightly as she could, to grasp him.  his teeth skimmed her neck before he stood up, helping her to pull down both her sweatpants and his briefs.  

now a heap on the floor, he was going to lean back down to kiss her only to see she’d sat up fully.  her lips pressed to his chest and she looked up at him through thick lashes as she began to kiss down the plane of his stomach.  her pastel nails dragged over his strong thighs and as her lips met his pubic bone, she picked him up in her hand.  he was hard, concrete hard and she could feel her mouth watering.  she couldn’t decide where she wanted him first but the precum that leaked from the tip told her so.  

she wrapped her pretty lips around his tip and swirled her tongue to gather the clear substance.  he moaned, his eyes closing at the sensation.  his hand rested on top of her head, though he applied no pressure and took no control.  she didn’t keep him in her mouth too long but spat on it as she pulled away.  she dragged her hand up and down his shaft, gently kissing his tip before trailing kisses back up his torso.  by the time she’d reached his mouth, he’d had enough of this teasing, especially because he could see the hand between her thighs.

he held her waist as he kissed her, the taste of her mouth different than before.  he smirked, thinking just how nice he paired with wine.  he turned her body in his hand like she was nothing and she let his cock drop.  with her back to him, he laid her down on the bed, her ass staying propped up as he wanted.

“can you see your laptop okay?”

she turned her neck and checked but found it was at an awkward angle.  he adjusted it slightly and waited for her approval.  he didn’t want her to strain her neck.

“that’s perfect.”

she confirmed after a few adjustments.  it was funny to him.  the perfect angle for her just happened to be the perfect one for him too.  

little was spoken as her panties were pulled down her legs.  with the white lace removed, her throbbing sex was revealed in all its glory.  she was wet and swollen like he’d never seen before.  it excited him.  he eased his thumb through her slits and rolled it gently over her clit.  the sigh of sweet serenity she let out was music to his ears and he never wished to be starved of it.  

moments like these were ones they savoured.  busy schedules that never aligned led to very little time together.  yet, the urgency of that night had caught up with their desires and he could barely wait another moment to be inside of her.  his desires darkened his eyes and voice.  he swore under his breath as he guided the tip of his cock through her folds, her arousal glistening on his member.

as he slid into her, he brought her hips up to meet his.  she eased herself onto all fours and arched her back, pushing her hips even closer to his.  he tilted his chin up and inhaled deeply.  she was so tight around him, pulsating and hot on his cock.  his view was one that dreams were made of.  the white lace of her lingerie just looked so right.  she was an angel and he got to have his way with her, however he wanted.

the sound of their skin smacking together soon filled the room, the smell of sex heightening as he fucked into her faster.  her pleading words were divine as were her whiny moans.  she just wanted him inside her and had never been so vocal about it.  he loved hearing her beg.  it was new, something he hadn’t heard before.  it left him dumbstruck until he heard her plead louder.  he gave her exactly what she was asking for.

“just like that baby, fuck i love it.”

he groaned at her words, his eyes rolling back as her pussy clenched around him.  his eyes returned to where they met and he watched himself pull out of her before fucking back in.  it was easy to see the effect he had on her.  her pussy was creamy on his dick and he was determined to take it all from her.  seeing it lit an urge that he couldn’t wait to itch.  he wanted a taste.

he moved his left hand from where it gripped on her hip and rested it on top of the curve of her ass.  he could feel the motion they’d created in the jiggle of her cheeks.  he pushed down ever so lightly on the small of her back, pushing her ass further into the air and opening it to him.  he licked his lips and very lightly let his thumb touch her other hole.  

entering uncharted territory, he waited cautiously for a reaction.  he expected a solid ‘no’, one that could not be argued with.  but he was met with no protest.  so, he spat directly on it and let his thumb rub circles over it, adding more pressure than before.  she hummed in response, and lifted her front from the bed.  she threw her head back and let a moan ring clear while her hips rolled against his.

“you’re just what this pussy needed.”

he let out an unmistakable groan at her words and looked over her body.  what had seemed unclear about the lingerie piece she was wearing before, suddenly became very clear.  he had wanted to take the top piece off when they’d first started but his mind was so muddled with lust, he could barely step one foot in front of the other.  now, it seemed so obvious he felt almost stupid for not recognising it earlier.  

his pace slowed as he focused more on his attention on removing the piece.  it was taking a fair amount of brain power and though his stroke was still satisfying, she was trying to see what it was he had gotten distracted by.  once it’s loose, it was discarded on the other side of her bed.  

his rough fingertips dragged up her spine leaving a trail of goosebumps behind them.  when he reached the top of her neck, he grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her up so her back was to his chest.  he nipped at her ear with his hand wrapped around her throat, his eyes focused to her breasts.  her dark nipples were erect and swollen.  he knew just how sensitive they were and wanted to play with them.  

“touch me, touch me please, baby.”

she didn’t have to say anything more for him to know exactly what she wanted.  he kissed her, their teeth clashing as they fought to be connected for longer.  her chapstick lingered on his lips and she felt a flutter in the pit of her stomach.  their kiss is short and his tongue is quickly replaced with his long fingers.  their eyes find one another as she sucks.  he pulled them out once he was sure they were wet enough.  

he showed no hesitation as he cupped her tit in his hand.  he massaged her gently, feeling like a god with her so vulnerable in the palm of his hand.  using his fingers that were wet from her spit, he grazed over her nipple.  she gasped at the feeling and when he moved to pinch it, she cried out.  

her panting breaths had her pressed flush against his front.  he no longer needed to hold her in her place and with his stroke at such a slow pace, he could stay inside her easily.  he let his hand fall down her body and left a gentle, loving touch against her pouch before he reached his destination in the junction between her thighs.  

“oh my god, don’t stop, don’t stop.”

her cries could be heard outside all four walls and his fingers continued to work her pearl and breast.  like a pleasant time-loop, he was surrounded by the cries of his name and pure bliss.  the shake of her body built his ego.  no one could ever say he didn’t know his way around a woman’s body.  he could feel her on the edge of her big o and he knew if he kept at it, he’d have her melted on the floor without the need for a pale of water.

right when she was about to fall over, a verbal warning the final straw, he let her go and watched her fall onto her arms in front of him.  he stayed still, a single bead of sweat rolling down his cheek as his chest heaved.  he watched her catch her breath with greedy eyes.  his mind was scattered.  he was searching for what he wanted to do next but he knew he wouldn’t start again until her orgasm had mostly disappeared.  it was questionable if it fully would as he was still inside of her; her pussy’s grip on him was almost important to pull out of.  

she took a sharp inhale, her breathing somewhat regular and pulled herself up again.  she turned her head to look back at him and offered him a smile.  he looked beautiful at that moment.  his toned torso was covered in a thin layer of sweat.  he appeared to sparkle in the dull lighting of her room.  she had never seen someone so intoxicating.

she opened her mouth to speak, a cocky smirk toying at the corner of her mouth.  but before she could even form a sentence, he’d pulled his hips back and knocked the wind out of her.  his large hands gripped tight on her hips.  her cocky smirk turned to a smile of pleasure and with her eyes closed, she pushed back into him, humming at the feeling.

his pace was different than before.  he’d slowed his hips, no longer thinking about speed, and was instead using them to find the spots within her that drove her crazy.  the first few times he passed one by, she’d moan his name like a game of ‘hot & cold’ but instead of hot it was his four lettered name and instead of cold it was a low moan.  he knew when he’d hit it though because she’d scream out his name and when he’d hit it once, it was difficult to miss again.  

the control he had over her was short-lived when her hips started to meet his thrust.  he encouraged it with a devilish smile and even offered her assistance.  he grabbed onto her lower neck with both hands and helped force her back against his dick causing loud smacking sounds to greet them.

“give it to me baby, just give it all to me.”

her moans grew louder at his words and strangled sounds of his name fell from her mouth each time they met.  he loved having her like this, loved seeing her ass bounce.  the harder he forced her back on him, the more it jiggled and the louder she moaned.  

his weaker hand released its grip on her neck and dragged down her back.  her body reacted to his touch vocally, a sweet whine following his trail.  he stopped at her ass and felt the plush flesh as they continuously slapped into one another.  he hesitated for a moment before spanking, just to see her ass jiggle, just to see his handprint on her.  

she felt dizzy at the sensation, almost unable to fully take notice of what he had done.  when he did the same to her other cheek, she found herself cry out louder.  she had the biggest smile pulled onto her face when his hands landed on her hips.  the way he guided her body against his thrusts highlighted the way the knot in her stomach was beginning to unravel, and my, didn’t she love the rush it sent through her.

he knew it too.  he’d become somewhat of an expert on her body during their time together and he could read her like no other.  while she was usually a walking mystery, in the bedroom, he read her like an open book.  it was an ego boost too and he was fishing for another.

“this my pussy, love?”

he asked, his voice dark and husky.  the way he felt was almost completely hidden by the confidence in his voice, the cocky demeanor he’d acquired was a mask to it all.  

“yes.” 

her voice was breathless, barely above a whisper and nowhere near good enough for him.  he asked again but this time, he dropped his hand beneath them to rub her clit.  her body jolted forward at the added pressure and almost lost her composure.

“oh god, it’s your pussy.  it’s your fucking pussy.”

he smirked as she yelled for the neighbours to hear.  her body arched and he wrapped his hand in her hair, pulling her back while their bodies sounded like a standing ovation.

“cum on my shit then, baby girl.”

he let go of her hair as the pet name left his lips and like a switch, she fell onto her forearms.  her hips continued to meet his thrust but only for a few moments before she sung her song, letting him know she’d met her climax.  she was wet against his cock and the lewd sounds her pussy made filled the air as she fell silent, her mouth agape in a silent scream. 

“fuck, you just feel so good inside me.”

she glanced over her shoulder and smiled at him as he pulled out of her.  she rolled over and raised to her knees so she could kiss him.  his bottom lip was swollen pink from him biting back his moans.  she couldn’t help but catch it between her lips, sucking and nibbling as she played with his hair.  he was so caught up with her tongue in his mouth, he didn’t recognise her hand trailing down his body until she grabbed his dick in her hands.

he pulled back from the kiss, his head thrown back as she started to jerk him off.  she bit her bottom lip as she watched his mouth open and close and his eyes flutter shut.  he looked so handsome, she just wanted him all to herself.  

his eyes returned to her when she let go of him.  she waited for him to focus on her before she raised her hand and licked a straight line up her palm.  her tongue was coated in the sweet and salty concoction that covered his dick.  she moaned at the flavour, closing her eyes as she reached the same hand between her thighs to play in the mess they’d made.    

he grabbed hold of her wrist before she could touch herself.  his grip was tight, strong and stopped her train of thought abruptly.  she stayed stationary, looking up at him with hooded eyes, begging him to tell her what to do.  

“lay down.”

she nodded her head, eyes never leaving his as she laid back down.  her hands dragged teasingly up her sides to rest at her breasts.  she pushed them together the way she knew he liked and waited for his next move, challenging him in silence.  

he pushed her legs apart slowly, exposing her hot, wet, pulsating pussy to him.  she looked so pretty, no one dry part of her centre and inner thighs.  he ran a finger through her folds.  her body twitched as he bumped into her clit and she sighed when he removed his finger to suck her juices off.  

“you taste so good.”

he lowered his head, dangerously close to where she needed him most.  his hot breath fanned over her, causing her skin to tingle in anticipation.  instead, his lips landed on the pouch of her stomach.  he kissed over the angel trails that littered her skin and began to leave an angel trail of his own up her body.  he stopped only when he reached her breasts.  

he grabbed a handful of each and took her peak into his mouth, sucking and flicking his tongue over the bundle of nerves while his thumb rolled the other.  he switched between the two and watched as she squirmed under him, his name floating around as a gasp and a moan.  

once he was satisfied, he sat back and looked over her naked body.  she was a sight to see, his aphrodite in all her beauty.  he licked his bottom lip as he started to jerk himself, his chest rising and falling at a quicker pace.  she smiled up at him in a way he somehow knew she only gave him.  he positioned his tip at her entrance and looked up at her, searching her face for any sign of uncertainty.

“you ready?”

“yes.” 

he reentered her warm hole at her confirmation and they both let out a content moan.  he circled her clit with his thumb as he started to thrust into her, each time their hips connected, their moans mixed together.  

at first, his thrusts were slow and steady.  he was savour the way she felt around him and was determined to make her come again.  it was easier for him to focus on her clit with a slow pace.  but that was only at first.  when her pussy started gripping and clasping around his cock, he lost his patience.

he was no longer doing this for her.  it was all about him.

her hands dragged down his back as his hips quickened, her nails leaving red streaks over his skin.  he was fully on top of her now and she preferred it.  every moan and groan that escaped his lips went directly in her ear.  her eyes almost rolled back each time he fucked into her and hearing him was like the cherry on top.  

as his thrusts came faster, her cries grew louder.  the urgency and new roughness in his movements made it clear to her that what he was doing, was now for him.  she quite liked the thought, that he was using her to feel good.  the more she pondered it, the wetter she got.  he was taking what he needed from her, using her body to reach his peak.  he no longer cared for making her feel good and somehow, that made her feel even better.

he’s close, she could feel it in the stutter of his hips and his sloppier stroke.  he could barely get anything out, a broken i’m was all that fell from his plump lips.  his mind was going fuzzy as the knot in his lower stomach was nearing its breaking point.  

“give it to me.”

she cried out, her nails dragging down his back and breaking through clouds to focus his vision.  her legs were beginning to shake and her voice was cracking.  he fought through the rush and didn’t slow himself.

“give it to me daddy.”

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