Note: I didn't write this, credits to the writer
Summary: After a lot of begging Chris finally got his way
Warnings: Sexual content
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I gasped into Chris' mouth as our innocent morning kiss began to turn into something else. His hand traveled down between my thighs and cupped me, squeezing tightly.
"Please," Chris begged against my lips. "I couldn't have you yesterday, please let me have you today,"
"N-No," I said. "I'm already late,"
Chris whined. "Please, I'm desperate,"
I'd be lying if I said his state of desperation didn't turn me on. The idea of a strong man whining and begging for me sending me into a whirlpool of fantasies.
His fingers flexed against me and I let out a small squeak, Chris rolling his hips and rubbing his achingly hard cock against my thigh.
"Chris!" I gasped.
"I'll be quick," he bargained. "Just a few pumps inside you and I'll stop,"
"But you won't," I giggled.
Chris wiggled his fingers into the band of my underwear, feeling over the small patch of hair that grew there. He let out a groan as his fingers slowly dipped into me.
"I will," he said. "I promise baby, just lemme feel you,"
My back arched as his fingers skimmed over my bundle of nerves. I gazed over at the clock, brows furrowing as I thought over my choices. With my head straining to my right, Chris took the opportunity to bite down on my neck, sucking deep purple marks into the skin. I hummed out a moan as Chris circled his fingers.
"Okay," I conceded with a squeak.
Chris groaned into my neck. "Fuck, thank you, thank you, baby,"
He quickly pulled my underwear off, cock already free. Chris propped himself up to gaze down at me, eyes hooded and dark as his tongue licked over his lips. His tip ran up and down me, a shudder creeping up my spine.
Our moans seemed to harmonize as he eased into me gently, a small sting itching its way to my nerves as he stretched me out. My hands pawed at his chest, nails biting his skin as I gasped. Chris' teeth sank into his lip as he finally felt me around him.
"Pussy's so good," he sighed, voice cracking. "I've wanted you for so long,"
"Y-You had me a few days a-ago," I noted in broken gasps.
"Not enough honey," he dropped down onto his forearms, caging me in. "Could be in you - fuck - all day and it - ah- it wouldn't be enough,"
His hips snapped against mine at an increasing pace. Chris' knees sunk into the mattress a little as he seemed to anchor down and increase his speed again. My body rocked against his, the headboard banging against the wall.
Chris' right hand came up to my chest and squeezed the skin tightly, head dipping down to capture my nipple between his teeth and tug. My hands flew to his hair as I pulled, a moan tumbling past his lips. Another pull and his teeth sunk into my skin, I mewled in discomfort.
"So fucking warm," he growled. "Touched myself like a damn kid yesterday while you worked,"
"Really?" My eyes widened.
Chris lifted his head, eyes catching mine as a small smile graced his lips. "Stroked my cock till I came twice honey," he gave a hard thrust. "Squeezed my balls tight like you do,"
"Chris!" His filthy words sent bolts of lightning down to my core. "Oh-"
"Cum," he ordered. "Cum thinking of my hand stroking my own cock,"
My arms looped tightly around his neck as I tugged him down, lips mashed against mine. Our lips parted and our tongues glided against each other's, Chris swallowing my moans.
I came with a cry, almost a sob, as my legs contracted around his hips. My body tightened impossibly around him as Chris moaned into my mouth and came with a few stammered thrusts. He came longer than usual, filling me to the brim.
We panted against each other, eyes boring into our souls. A smile graced my lips as I softly giggled, Chris, laughing along as he moved away. He flopped down onto the bed, chest heaving as a light sheen of sweat covered his chest.
"Needed that," was all he uttered.
I looked at the clock again and sighed. "Let's hope my boss doesn't ask why I'm late," I joked.
"Tell her that your boyfriend was whining to be inside you," I hit his chest as he snorted out a laugh.
"Quite liked seeing you beg," I cocked a brow as I rolled onto my stomach and looked at him.
Chris reached out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "Yeah? Deprive me another week and you'll see what begging is,"
"Noted."
