Sexual fantasy (One Shots)

A great way to start off the day

Back from work with a pounding headache. What's new? I swear if I have to hear one more complaint of someone's order not being delivered and it being my fault, I will fling myself off of the tallest building, working in call centers is not as fun as their dumb orientation makes it out to be. All my worries seem to fade as I am offered an apologetic smile from a man sitting on the couch with his feet propped up on the coffee table, eyeing him with a playful glare, I nudge his feet until they fall onto the tiled floor of our living room. "Feet do not go there." I inwardly cringe at how much I sound just like my mother. "Yes, mom." He mocks, almost as if he knew exactly what crossed my mind. A faint smile upturns my brims, lowering my body, I straddle him, head falling to rest on his shoulder, inhaling the scent that was so uniquely him. "Long day?" He inquired, combing his digits through my brown locks soothingly, the motion earned him a soft moan, without words he knew his suspicion was correct. My eyelids slip close, feeling his fingers combs through my hair dissipate my once horrendous headache, it was just what I needed after a dragged out day of wanting to walk into oncoming traffic to end my misery. "Well, for what it's worth I've missed you." His words prompted my head to pop up, capturing his face within my view, watching his slight smile fade into a smirk. "We've missed you." He added upon lifting his hips to dry hump me briefly, a small bout of laughter fell from my lips at his silly antics before I could muster a response, he pushed me onto the couch, pinning my hands above my head, peppering soft kisses down my neck. The beast has clearly woken, his lips feel like fire to my skin, every kiss leaves goosebumps behind their wake and suddenly this day doesn't seem too bad any more. My fingers tangle in his hair, lifting my head up to grant him full access to my neck. "Chris." I rasp out, his actions sending an ache to my pussy instantly. "Mm" He hummed in response, knowing fully well that neck kisses were my ultimate weakness. "Closed mouths don't get fed, darling." His eyes meet my closed ones with a mischievous smile, but I refuse to give him the satisfaction of verbally confirming what he was doing to me, remaining silent, teeth claiming my lower lip to muffle the moans that threatened to spill from my lips. Chris sees that as a challenge. "Have it your way." His words made my heart quicken in my chest, I could hear the sounds of him undoing my dress shirt, causing me to squirm slightly as my bra became exposed, he plucked at my nipples over the fabric of the bra. "Shit!" I hissed, feeling my nipples grow hard instantly beneath his touch. "There she is." He boasted proudly, willing my eyes to open, brows quirking at his cocky outburst. "I have no idea what you're talking about." My words were indignant, hiding the smile that wanted to creep upon my mouth. "Oh, you don't?" His eyes met mine, but I could see the lust dance behind his gaze, parting his lips, he dipped his head down low to curl his mouth around my nipple, my back arched immediately, releasing a loud groan. I should've expected that. Fuck. "You were doing so well." He mumbled against my nipple with a wicked grin, inching back slightly to dart his tongue out over my erect nipple repeatedly, his eyes never leaving mine, wanting to watch me further lose my composure. I swallow impending moans, unable to tear my gaze away from his movements, mouth falling agape at his skillful tongue taking turns to lash out at both of my nipples. "Fuck." I whine out a bit quieter this time, my chest heaving up and down to muster the strength it takes not to let him watch me fall apart, but I knew I was holding off on the inevitable. He didn't ease up even a little, his mouth hungrily sucked my nipple, pursing my lips together to fight the moans urging to fall from my lips. My heart pounded loudly in my chest as my eyes took in his fingers slipping underneath my skirt without warning both his pointer and middle finger plunge into my core. That was it. A slew of curse words exited my lips as I lost all strength to sit up, falling back onto the couch, his fingers pumped into my soaked pussy effortlessly, my hands went to slow down his thrusts, but he swatted them away, releasing my nipple from his mouth with a loud pop. My brain turned into mush, I couldn't think about anything besides the harsh strokes his fingers delivered to my wet center, my juices leaked out at a rapid rate onto his digits, eyes involuntarily rolled in the back of my head, I could feel my climax approaching, but just as I reached it, he withdrew his fingers. The ache I felt was unbearable. "Please." I begged, his brows raised in amusement, head tilting to the side, my eyes opened to look into his. "Seriously?!" I croaked out in disbelief, his unrelenting stare made me realize he wasn't backing down, a sigh of defeat passed my lips as I shook my head. "Please." My arms winded around his waist to coax him between my legs, lips inched close enough to his ears so he could feel my breath. "Daddy." I moaned into his ear, stifling a giggle at the shocked look that crept upon his features. He choked out a quiet laugh. "Good girl." He whispered his reply, moving backward slightly to pull the waistband of his boxers down his legs, my fingers traced the outline of his abdomen, lingering upward to feel his abs over his t-shirt, eyes instantly falling to his hardened member, excited rushing over me, remembering just how great he feels inside of me. Chris hovers over me, I can feel my breath catch into my throat as he slowly eases his cock  into my pussy, bypassing the fabric of my underwear, I can feel my soaked center stretch on demand to his length, limbs curl around his neck as a relieved sigh falls from my lips. His hips move slowly, making me feel every inch of his dick within each exit and entrance, I close my legs around his waist, features contort to match the pure bliss I experienced. "I love your fucking faces, you know that?" He admitted to me between grunts, hips now moving in a faster pace to further prove his point. "Shit." I mumble underneath my breath, feeling my pussy pulsate around his dick. He made note of the way my body reacted, a devilish smile etched across his lips. "You love when I talk dirty to you, huh?" "Mmhm." Is the only words I can form as I try to focus on not coming undone too fast, but his hips movements quicken causing a surprised yelp to be released from lips. "Use your words." He sternly demanded, wrapping his hand around my neck. Fuck, I'm putty in this man's hands and he knows it. "Y-Yes." My reply is strained, his strokes become unrelenting as my head sinks into the cushion of the couch, feeling my eyes roll in the back of my head, attempting to keep my climax at bay, because it didn't seem he'd be cumming any time soon, the torturous rhythm of his thrusts were proof of that. "You're doing so well, baby." He praised, normally that "dom" behavior would earn an eye roll from me, but I was way too far gone for his words to even register. My core continued to pulse around his length, heat rises to my face causing it to redden from the efforts of not orgasming. "Baby." I urge, both hands rest against his chest in hopes it'd catch his attention. "Hm?" He slowly lowered himself on top of me, hips rolling rhythmically to reach mine, my pussy clenched onto his cock in response, a loud groan abruptly fell from his lips at the sensation that brought him. His thrusts were more precise, a silent way of signaling to me that he was going to cum. Fuck, I've never felt so relieved, his warm cum filled my cunt, prompting my climax to wash over me like a freight train, my vision became blurry momentarily as my eyes grew heavy. Chest heaved sporadically as the tingling overtook my body. "Damn." He husked out, delivering one last harsh thrust to my core, sending a shiver down my spine. Speechless. That's all I felt, my pussy ached in such a delicious way, breathing finally evening out as my heavy eyelids capture his face within my view. "I love our quickies." I mused, drawing him in by curling an arm around his neck, pressing a deep kiss against his lips. "Try to have more bad days then." He mumbled jokingly against my lips.