Tips ✦ Wilkinson

☞T W E N T Y - N I N E

Sammy Wilkinson♕

Friday, 1:19pm:

I tried not to move her too quickly, knowing that she's on her period, but her body didn't help me with my intentions.

She's teased me throughout our lunch date, I could've fucked her right there and then on the diner table.

Estelle pushes me down onto the bed, a smirk on her plump pink lips. "You don't deserve this, but I'm horny as fuck." She whispers in my ear before tugging at the hem of my t-shirt; silently telling me she wants it off.

I take it off, flexing my abs to impress her. "Are you repaying me for treating you to lunch?" I ask, closing my eyes as she kisses down my neck.

"This isn't for you, daddy, this is for my own needs." She replies innocently, I open my eyes and groan.

"Your need is to suck my dick?" I chuckle, placing my hands at the back of my head as her lips travel down my chest and torso to the top of my jeans.

She rolls her eyes as she unbuttons and unzips my jeans, pulling them down my legs as soon as she can.

"Y-You don't have t-to do this-"

Estelle scoffs, cutting me off. "Trust me Sammy, I know you want this just as much as I do."

I raise my eyebrow up at her and prop myself up onto my elbows. "Fuck, I wish you wasn't on your period." I curse as she begins rubbing me through the thin material of my boxers.

"I want you to fuck me, daddy." She pouts, batting her eyelashes at me as she flicks her hair over one shoulder and lowers her head to lick my hard on through my boxers.

"Don't fucking tease me." I hiss, dropping my head back as the sensation sends tingles up and down my body. I curl my hands into fists and clench my jaw tight, moaning as she kisses the material.

"I'm sorry daddy," she giggles, finally pulling my boxers down; making my rock hard shaft spring back into it's upright position. "May I?" She asks, looking up at me through her lashes.

"Of course." I smirk, excitement laced through my voice.

Estelle Parker♕

Friday, 1:25pm:

I swirl my tongue around his tip, smirking as he moans and clenches the bed sheets in his fists.

All is well until his phone rings, we ignore it until it rings for the third time. "Who is it?" I pant, flicking my hair back over to one side.

He groans in frustration and grabs his phone, rolling his eyes when he sees the screen. "My baby mama."

"Answer it." I demand, bluntly.

"Wha-"

"Answer it Sam, keep the conversation going and put it on speaker." I order, wrapping my hand around his wet, hard shaft.

He raises his eyebrow but obeys nevertheless. "Hello?" He answers as I return to my work, sliding my lips up and down his shaft.

"Babe," we hear Alison squeal, I roll my eyes and swirl my tongue around his tip. "Where are you?

"Ju-Just at h-home." He answers.

"Oh, can I come over?" She perks, I playfully run my teeth over his shaft as a warning.

"No, n-no don't come over." He moans, reaching down to capture my hair in his hand.

"Oh, why not?" She asks.

I deep throat him, distracting his reply. "Fuck." He groans.

"Are you okay?" She questions.

"Shit, baby girl, I'm close." He whispers, letting the phone fall from his ear.

I deep throat him again, gagging, waiting for him to yell out my name for the bitch to hear. Again, I push down until his top reaches the back of my throat, until finally I push him over his edge. "Fu-Fuck Estelle." He moans.

I swallow and wipe my mouth, giggling when we hear Alison burst with rage. "Fuck you, bitch." I laugh and hang up as Sam catches his breath.

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