The sound of beer can clambering on the pavement as some punk kicked it just outside the front window stirred him awake. He grumbled as he opened his eyes and remembered he was on the couch, the leather sticking to his bare arms and chest as he struggled to roll over and sit up. But he smiled when he looked through his bedroom door and saw the mass of auburn hair and long limbs stretched out across his bed, tossing as she began to stir. He padded into his bedroom, wiping the sleep from his eyes as he closed the door behind him. Sighing contentedly, he curled his body around hers, deeply inhaling the sweet scent of her hair. He memorized the curve of her body under the blankets and He was already fully hard, which was painfully obvious as he pressed himself against her back.
Author: softsouthernthrill
The one time [f]ucking my ex was a great idea.
She felt the heat of his green eyes on her as she fumbled with her keys. Her cheeks burned bright red as she dropped them and knelt gingerly to retrieve them, and he felt a familiar stirring deep in his belly. The door finally clicked open, and he gently nudged her inside with his palm in the small of her back.
“It’s been a while since I’ve been in a dorm room,” he said with a smirk, pulling her tight against his chest as the door closed with a thud.
“Does that bother you?” she asked softly, her dark eyes wide and staring up at him. He shook his head before pressing his mouth hard against hers. She pulled him closer and stood on her tiptoes to hungrily return his kiss.
They’d kissed before, way more than once and way more than kissed, but those few years felt like forever ago. She’d spent several nights in his bed, a girl away from home for the first time desperately trying to prove she was grown. But she had never kissed him back like this. He could feel how badly she wanted him and she was setting his world ablaze.
Begging to be Filled [Mf][Daddy][Daddy dom][Begging][mention of impreg]
“I don’t care. I don’t care. Just touch me. Please. I need you so fucking bad, Daddy,” she whined. She was bent over his bed, her velvet black dress pushed up around her waist. Her white panties gave away how wet she was and his fingers were tracing tortuously over her vulva through the thin fabric. She was grinding desperately against his hand, making delightfully frustrated noises as she strained to rut against him.
“Such a needy little slut. You don’t even care what could happen if I blew a load inside you, do you?” he purred, his thumb dancing over her clit. Her legs spread wider and she pressed herself further into the bed.
“No. Condom, no condom. I don’t care. Please. Just put your cock in me,” she begged. He moved her panties to the side, slipping a finger inside her. She lost no time rocking back against him, her desperate wetness gliding over his hand.
Old Flame? More Like Fireworks: Based On A True Story [Mf]
She felt the heat of his green eyes on her as she fumbled with her keys. Her cheeks burned bright red as she dropped them and knelt gingerly to retrieve them, and he felt a familiar stirring deep in his belly. The door finally clicked open, and he gently nudged her inside with his palm in the small of her back.
“It’s been a while since I’ve been in a dorm room,” he said with a smirk, pulling her tight against his chest as the door closed with a thud.
“Does that bother you?” she asked softly, her dark eyes wide and staring up at him. He shook his head before pressing his mouth hard against hers. She pulled him closer and stood on her tiptoes to hungrily return his kiss.
They’d kissed before, way more than once and way more than kissed, but those few years felt like lifetimes ago. She’d spent several nights in his bed, a girl away from home for the first time desperately trying to prove she was grown. But she had never kissed him back like this. He could feel how badly she wanted him and she was setting his world ablaze.
Finally Getting What You Wanted [MF]
His hands trembled as he tugged at the zipper at the back of her red sundress. He had imagined undressing her so many times before. It would be impossible to even count the nights since the day he’d first met her, fluttering around and lighting up the lecture hall with her sweet smile and low cut t-shirts, that he’d spent wondering what it’d be like to have her bare skin under his hands and huge brown eyes staring up at him.
He’d been far too shy then, and there was always another guy with an arm draped around her. Every man around her was driven crazy by her quick wit, her smirk, and the heat in her eyes while she explained how wrong you were. More than once, he’d watch her slip off with those same men at a party somewhere, later pretending nothing had happened.
More than anything, he wanted to see that heat from her.
“You are so lovely,” he murmured between kisses over her collar bone as he pulled her dress off her shoulders and away from her body. He considered pinching himself to make sure this was real, but if this was a dream he did not want to wake up just as her dress pooled at her feet in the floor.