Warnings: 18+ readers no minors, oral f/m-receiving, face fucking, finger fucking, beard burn, nipple play, kitchen nakedness, cuming on tits, licking/swallowing cum, taking nudes, GIF not mine - credit to owner
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Chris smiled as he felt you stand behind him and wrap your arms around him, running your hands up his stomach and his chest. "What are you up to?" Chris looked at you over his shoulder as you rested your chin on it, or the best you could with the height difference.
"Do I have to be up to anything?"
Chris reached up and held your hand. "You're always, up to something." He smirked at you.
You rolled your eyes, hugging Chris a little tighter and pressed your chest to his back. "Can't I just love you?"
"You can." Chris smirked, looking back to his laptop. "Usually means you're after something."
You scoffed and untangled yourself from him. "Rude." You walked around him.
Chris glanced your way as you walked further into kitchen only to double take. His eyes darkened and his mouth watered at the sight of you. Chris quickly reached out and grabbed your arm. "Are you after a spanking?" He yanked you toward him.
You looked up at Chris with innocent eyes. "What do you mean?"
Chris narrowed his eyes at you. "Don't play dumb, Y/N." He licked his lips, looking down at your naked body. "Where's your clothes, baby girl?"
You bit your bottom lip and shrugged. "Didn't fancy them. Problem?" You began grinning at him.
Chris let out a low growl. "I'm busy, baby girl."
"I haven't said anything." You stepped back only to be pulled back to Chris.
"Oh no," Chris smirked as he pulled you to stand between his legs, gripping a hold of your waist. "Walking in here, all naked and innocent," He stood and lifted you along with him, making you squeal and grab a hold of his biceps as Chris sat you on the counter in front of him. "I told you, you were after something." He slipped his hands up your thighs.
"Doesn't mean you have to give me it." You giggled.
Chris scoffed as he reached up and cupped both your breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze. He smirked to himself as you moaned and pushed your chest further into his hands. "How am I just meant to ignore these?" He leaned forwards and pressed his lips to the curve of your left breast as he ran his thumbs over your nipples.
You moaned again.
Chris moved his left hand from your breast and replaced his thumb with his mouth and began to suck. His tongue flicked out briefly before he lightly bit your hardened nipple, his beard tickling your sensitive buds. You cried out digging your fingers into Chris' shoulders. He pulled back with a smirk. "Lay back,"
You did as he ordered, drawing in a sharp intake of breath as the cold worktop met your bare back. Chris didn't waste any time, he bent down pushing your legs further apart before he began devouring your cunt. You moaned loudly from deep within your chest as Chris sucked on your clit hard.
"Oh," You moaned, closing your eyes as Chris lapped at your lips. His beard scratching the inside of your thighs, "... God," You lightly tugged on his hair.
Chris moaned against you, "Taste s'good, baby," He sucked on your clit, making you moan even loud and dig your nails into his scalp.
"Fuck!" You groaned, rotating your hips, grinding against Chris' face. "Please," You begged, tugging lightly on Chris' hair.
Chris knew all the right things to have you falling apart under him with just his mouth. And as you did, you felt Chris smirk against you and slipped two of his thick fingers inside of you.
"Chris, please," You begged.
Chris quickly worked you up again, his mouth never leaving you as he fucked you with his fingers. His other hand worked its way up your body until he pinched your nipple, tweaking and pulling on it as he sucked your clit once more between his lips. You begged and pleaded with him, but you weren't sure if it was to keep going or to stop.
Chris pulled back from you with a smirk, wiping his hand down his face and beard as he stood up. "On your knees, baby girl."
With Chris' help (more like manhandling), you got off the worktop and knelt on the kitchen floor before him and the tent in his pants. You licked your lips as you reached up to pull him free, but Chris slapped your hands away.
"Ah, bad girls don't get to touch." He smirked, and began to undo his belt. You watched with hooded eyes as Chris pulled himself free, holding his meaty, thick cock in his hand before you. "Open." He commanded. You did as you were told, holding your tongue out like you knew Chris liked. "Good girl," He praised, slipping the head of his cock into your mouth. "Suck."
You let out a soft moan as you followed his order. You were a whore for Chris being dominant with you. It didn't happen often, but when it did, oh fuck!
Chris closed his eyes and his mouth fell open as he slipped his fingers through your hair to the back of your head as you wrapped your lips around him. Long, hard thrusts, Chris filled and emptied your mouth, fucking your throat until you were a drooling, moaning mess.
"Fuck, s'good, baby girl. Fuck, that's it. Good girl." You moaned around Chris' cock as he praised you. Chris growled from deep with his chest as he felt you reach up and gently played with his balls. "FUCK!" Chris wrapped your hair around his hand and pulled you off him. He took a hold of his cock and began stroking himself in front of you. "Gonna cover those tits." He grunted, fisting his cock.
You bit your bottom lip on excitement as Chris yanked your head back. You pushed your chest out as you watched Chris' face screw up in pleasure. He let out a deep, breathy moan as he came, his cum covering your breasts and slowly dripping down.
"Fuck," Chris panted, a smirk creeping onto his face as he fell back into his seat.
Chris couldn't take his eyes off you as you knelt before him, swiping up some of his cum and licking it off your fingers. You let out a soft moan, and looked up at Chris with big innocent eyes and a mischievous smirk, noticing Chris gawking at you.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer." You giggled.
"I will," He winked. He grabbed his phone and quickly snapped a picture or two of you, feeling his cock twitch to life once again, save those for a later date.
