“Maybe we s-shouldn’t do this,” I whimpered against his lips as he slammed my body against a door, his hands groping my ass. Effortlessly, he lifted me up, my legs instantly wrapped themselves around his waist, and pulled him closer towards me. He smirked and grounded his dick against my cunt, teasing me through my panties. I gasped. God, I didn’t want him to stop.

“That’s not what you said earlier,” he mumbled, placing silent kisses along my jawline and down my neck. The touch of his lips against my skin sent shivers down my spine. His touch ignited a fire within me, one that I had never felt before.

“I kn-know,” a moan escaped my lips as he nibbled on the delicate skin of my neck, once more grinding into me.

He chuckled and squeezed my ass. A wave of pleasure washed over me. “So then?”

I couldn’t think straight. A tiny voice at the back of my mind screamed that this was wrong, but I ignored it. I knew we shouldn’t be doing this, but his dick was shamelessly grinding against my pussy, his breath hot against my neck. I was losing hold of my willpower.

I gulped. “N-nothing.”

“Thought so,” he crashed his lips against mine, silencing any further protests. His mouth was hot and urgent as it moved against mine, his tongue sliding against my lips, begging for entrance. I parted my lips, wanting to taste him. Quickly, his tongue shot out, fighting for dominance with mine, our tongues swirling, caressing, exploring each other’s mouths. I moaned against his mouth, my body craving his touch. He tasted like a mixture of cigarettes and mint, his unique taste further intoxicating me. I could spend an eternity kissing him.

Suddenly, his hold around me tightened, his hands pushing me closer to him, nails digging into my butt. With one swift movement, he kicked the door open and a loud splintering noise followed by a deafening bang filled the silence.

“The door!” I broke the kiss, my breathing laboured and gawked at the now broken door frame as he carried me into his room.

“Fuck the door!” He growled, his fingers digging into my flesh. I moaned, loving the way his nails clawed into me. Swiftly, he threw me onto his bed, kicking off his shoes as he did so.
My body sank into the plush mattress, a giggle escaping my lips.

Instantly, I propped myself up onto my elbows and smirked, watching as he shook off his shirt. “No, I think it’s me you’re fucking.”

He raised an eyebrow and smirked, his eyes undressing my body. I bit my lip, my own eyes trailing over the smooth, tattooed skin. God, he was perfect. Silently, he crawled onto the bed, his body hovering mere inches over mine, heat radiated off him. My breath caught in my throat as our eyes met, his dark, lustrous eyes clouded over with lust. I licked my lips, wetting them. I was craving his touch, his kiss. My stomach knotted as he leaned forward, arms supporting his weight, and slowly closed the gap between us. I tilted my head to the side, exposing my neck. I needed to feel his lips against my skin, feel his teeth sink into my flesh.

“Not yet, Sweetheart,” he whispered, teeth grazing my earlobe. I shivered, a moan escaping my lips.

Arching my body, I grounded my hips into him, grinding against his dick and wrapped my legs around him. He moaned. The cool metal of his belt nipped at my skin through my panties, its coldness sending shivers of pleasure down my body. I held back a moan and grounded into him some more, his dick rubbing against me.

“No!” growling, he gripped my hip and pinned it down to the bed, forcing my legs to untangle themselves from his waist. I whimpered at the sudden loss of his dick digging into me and the warmness of his body. Desperately wanting to feel him, I tried to arch my hips up, but his hand stopped me, forcing me further into the mattress.

“Uh, un, uh,” he nibbled on my bottom lip, that famous smirk in place. I whimpered. He was driving me crazy!

Carefully, he removed his hand from my hip, his eyes warning me not to try anything. Ever so slowly, he started trailing his fingers along my inner thigh, inching closer to my soaked panties, my breathing heavy. Inch by inch, his hand slid under my dress, sliding over my panties, my waist, my stomach, my ribs, my chest.

He paused.

“Lift,” he instructed, tugging at the fabric of my dress. I obeyed and lifted my back up, allowing him to tug off my dress. As soon as the dress was off, he threw it to the other end of the room, his eyes never leaving my body.

“Fuck me,” he moaned, his eyes taking in my braless figure.

I shifted, suddenly feeling very exposed. Possibly sensing my discomfort, he smiled and kissed me once again. As soon as he lips were firmly attached with mine, my hands snaked down his chest and stopped at his belt. His breath caught as I clumsily fumbled with his belt and undid the button of his jeans. Eagerly, I slipped a hand into his pants and gently started stroking his dick through his underwear.

“Fuck, that feels so good,” He groaned against my mouth. A smug smile tugged at the corners of my mouth. His moans driving me to go faster. A tattooed hand snaked up to my right breast and gently began massaging it. My moans became one with his. Suddenly he pulled back and kicked off his pants, sending them off the bed and returned his attention to me.

“Jesus!” I moaned, unable to control the tremor that shook my body as he pinched my right nipple. He smirked, clearly enjoying the way he was making me squirm. Without warning, he ripped my underwear off before shedding his. I gulped and licked my lips, my eyes widening as I took him in.

“Like what you see?”

Not waiting for a reply, he gripped my thighs and with one hand, forced them open, spreading my legs. I gasped as he rubbed his fingers over my dripping wet folds, teasing me. Slowly, he plunged a finger into my wetness and steadily began to build up speed.

“Oh fuck!” my body arched into his hand as waves of pure ecstasy washed over me, allowing him to plunge his fingers deeper. Another moan escaped as he added a seconder finger. Faster and harder, he pumped his fingers into me, my body squirming beneath him. I felt my body tense as I came closer and closer to climaxing. My breathing hiked, my nails dug into the sheets. I was so close.

“Oh, no, you don’t!” he stopped and pulled his fingers out.

“Wha-” I whimpered as the cold air hits me, the sudden loss of his fingers a mocking reminder of how badly I needed him.

He shifted, placing both hands besides my head, his eyes boring into my soul. I bit my lip, my own hunger burning within me. My hands snaked up and latched around his neck, my fingers knotting in his hair. I tugged, forcing his face closer to mine, his sweet breath hot on my face. I needed to taste him again.

He smirked and brought his body closer, the tip of his dick rubbing against me. I gasped my body trembled. Tightening my hold around his neck, I wrapped a leg around his waist, pressing him further onto me.

“Someone’s eager,” he cocked his head to the side, his eyes never leaving my face. That famous smirk still glued to his lips.

A warm feeling spread over my cheeks. He had no idea how often I had dreamed about this very moment. “S-stop teasing me and fuck me.”

“I’ll think about it,” he breathed out as he slid over me, his dick rubbing against my clit only to captured my lips with his, silencing my moan.

I kissed him back and arched my hips, my nails digging into his scalp. He groaned into my mouth, his clammy hand gripped my hip, pulling me closer. I shuddered. With agonisingly slow movements, he lined himself up at my entrance.

“You ready, babe?” he whispered against my lips, licking my bottom lip. I met his eyes, bit my lip and nodded. He smirked and once more captured my lips with his.

“Oh fuck!” my breath left my body, breaking the kiss as he slammed into me, his hands gripping my hips, using them to steady himself. Quickly he gained speed, his movements fast and hard as he continually buried his cock in me. My hands slid down his back, nails clawing into his skin.

He growled and tightened his hold on my hips. I was probably going to be bruised but none of that mattered, only he did, right now in this very moment. I bit my bottom lip, trying to silence my moans and screams.

“S-so good,” he panted as he pulled out and slammed once more into me, my body arching to meet him halfway. Our sweaty bodies collided with one another, pleasure clouding over my vision.

“Harder!” I screamed, my need for him growing with every thrust.

Suddenly he pulled out and flipped me over, his hand pressing my face into a pillow. He roughly gripped my hips and violently pulled them up towards him before he, once again, slammed into me. A new wave of pleasure shot through my body as he buried himself deeper and deeper into me, slamming into me with such velocity I was surprised the bed hadn’t moved an inch from the wall.

Faster and harder he buried himself in me until I felt my walls tighten around him, my eyes rolled back with pleasure. I bit into the pillow, holding back my screams as my orgasm tore through my body. His movements became sloppier and faster as his own orgasm approached. With one final thrust, he toppled onto me, his body drenched in sweat and rolled off, panting for air.

“Fuck me,” I panted, my heart furiously beating against my chest as I collapsed onto the bed.

“Already did, Sweetheart,” he propped himself up on his elbow and gazed down at me.

I rolled my eyes, my breathing still laboured. “Screw you.”

“Anytime, babe,” he smirked before spanking my ass.

“Ow! What the hell!” I jumped away from him and rolled onto my back, narrowing my eyes at him. He chuckled and pulled me back towards him, arms enveloping around me. I shifted and turned my back to him, my back firmly pressed against his chest.

“You know, I’ve always wanted to do that,” his breath sent shivers down my spine while his fingers absentmindedly traced invisible patterns along my lower stomach. I settled into his embrace and closed my eyes, sleep calling me.

“Really?” I yawned. He didn’t reply, instead he gently placed soft kisses along my back and shoulder, his arms squeezing me to him. I snuggled into him, loving the way my body seemed to fit perfectly against within his arms.

“Goodnight, Kay,” he mumbled in between kisses as he fumbled with the blanket, struggling to lift it over us. I sighed, barely conscious as sleep quickly washed over me.

“Night, Mr Haner.”

Notes

Well surprise! Holy shit it's an actual update...

So, as some of you may have noticed, I have deleted the previous chapter 7, feeling that it wasn't up to standard with what I wanted - that and that chapter was the reason why I lost inspiration for this story!

So here is a new and improved - and a lot better, if I do say so myself, chapter! That being said, please excuse the terrible smut, this is my first time - ever - writing smut (insert a very big thank you to AlloftheShadows with helping me out with this).

Leave some love - as always!

C.H. Sullivan