Lauren Jauregui Imagines

Knocked Up: Part Two

Trigger Warning: Extreme vulgar language, BDSM references, explicit content.

  “You know what comes next right?"

       

          The green eyed woman climbed off the spent girl's lap and nodded.

          “I've got a very VIVID imagination."

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“You've got a very vivid EVERYTHING Lauren. Spread your legs."

The green eyed woman complied with no hesitation and watched with hungry eyes as Y/N grabbed a condom from her nightstand and held it in front of her face.

“Do you want to do the honors or should I?" She grinned as Lauren grabbed the foliage and placed it on her throbbing erection.

“I love a girl that takes charge. Tell me Lauren, how bad do you want me?"

The green eyed woman gripped the base of the ocean eyed girls dick and placed it at her entrance, exhaling a deep breath at the thick weight.

“This bad," she panted. “Fuck me, please."

The air was essentially ripped out of Lauren's lungs as Y/N entered her in a smooth thrust, no warning or caution whatsoever. It was an uncomfortable stretch, but for the most part, Lauren knew it would be nothing compared to the pleasure.

“Fuck," the normally composed business woman moaned, every ounce of control she had leaving her body at the feeling of being buried deep inside the unbelievable tight heat that was Lauren's pussy. “You okay? I can stop if you want." Of course she really didn't WANT to, but she wasn't about to force anything on Lauren that she didn't want to take.

“Don't you dare fucking stop," the service girl spoke through gritted teeth. “FUCK.ME."

Y/N smiled down at the woman beneath her in sheer admiration, but the time for admiration could come later. She gave Lauren what she wanted and started a bruising hard pace inside the girl, the screams and slickness combined with the rapid taping sounds the headboard made coaxing her to draw out more from Lauren. She wanted the green eyed woman to know she was the ONLY one who would and could ever make her feel THIS good.

Her fingers reached down and bullied the sensitive bundle of nerves between Lauren's legs, making the woman more frantic and desperate for the release she so craved.

“Who's the best Lauren? Who's the only person that could make you scream like this?"

Lauren's glossed over green eyes met intense green and blue ones, the whimpers and moans steadily growing in volume. It only inflated Y/N's ego even more that Lauren couldn't form a coherent response.