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Would anybody be interested reading this? I haven’t thought much about it yet. This was just a recent idea draft I wanted to share. ˘͈ᵕ˘͈
CEO!SamBucky, Mob Boss!Steve Fic
Like I said, I haven’t thought much about it, so it’s still untitled. Haha! •ө•
Wilson & Barnes Inc.
Your Father used to be part of Sam Wilson’s and Bucky Barnes’ tier 1 company. You’ve even dreamt once to be a part of it. Not until your Father was found dead on a car accident which you’ve so convinced yourself that the one responsible for his death was under that damned company. His last wish being, to keep his very own Wilson & Barnes’ engraved golden flash drive safe no matter what happens. You are to trust no one, he said.
Catch is, the said drive was encrypted and can only be accessed under the company’s facilities. But you were dying to find out what was the significance of the files kept that even your Father’s safety was jeopardized.
Steven Grant Rogers, was your closest chance to set foot in that company. Not only is he one of the trusted Directors of Wilson & Barnes, but your Father treated him like his own Son. Maybe loving him more than you. He helped him get through the darkest moments of his life. Giving him a chance to start life anew. A home, a friend, and a job. You on the other hand, have a not-so-nice relationship with Steve, but deep down knowing that he’d be willing to help you dig through the real cause of your Father’s death.
Unaware that he’s the very reason why, you were like a lamb approaching the slaughter.
Time, Chapter 7.2: Oh baby, baby
Chapter Playlist
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Arriving at Chris’ pod in Boston felt homier than his place in L.A., this one was more him. Walking through the picture frames above his fireplace as he’s finishing up parking. You thought that he’s truly a family-oriented man. The photos presented are of those the memories he has along with his parents and siblings, of course, East and Dodger too. While you were appreciating Chris’ photo frame display, your phone rang.
Chubby Dumpling calling…
No fucking way that Sebastian was finally trying to contact you. Out of the concern you were having for him the past few days, you weren’t able to quite hear that Chris was coming inside as you answered the call. “Sebastian,” you sigh. Chris got in and was supposed to the door. However, hearing you say Sebastian’s name made Chris slowly close the door, not wanting you to know that he’s already in there. He didn’t know what the fuck he was doing and why was he doing this. “How are- god. I- how could I even ask you that,” you laughed, but it wasn’t that laugh where your tone was filled with joy. Which made Chris even more curious about the conversation you were having. He wasn’t the type to eavesdrop on someone, especially to his girlfriend that he trusts. However, there was just something in the tone of your voice that made him want to listen further. So he did. “Just tell me you’re safe, please? ‘Is all I want to hear,” “…no, no. I haven’t- Chris doesn’t know,” He wasn’t having this. “What do I not know, Y/N?”
You jump in surprise upon hearing Chris’ stern voice. Fuck. Yeah, you were fucked. “Chris,” he dropped his keys over the key plate, continuing to move closer to you. “What do I not know? ‘M not going to repeat m’self again.” Chris hasn’t doubted your loyalty, not once. But what’s going on now made him do so. With his unfortunate past experiences, eavesdropping over the conversation you were having escalated his anxiety. Standing still, unable to think of words to say to him, he became impatient. Chris took your phone and ended the ongoing call. “Speak,” “Speak or else I’ll start walking away thinking the unthinkable.” did he…? Did he think you were cheating on him? “Chris, baby, no. It’s not like that,” you softly put your hand on his but he pulled it away, causing your heartache. How the hell do I tell him about what’s going on with Sebastian’s without causing a big gap to fill on their friendship? Chris walked past you and sat on his couch. You looked at him and sighed, sitting before him. Palms brushing all over your face. It took you a good minute before you finally face him, “Sebastian and I had a misunderstanding,” he didn’t look at your way but you knew he was listening, “After the last shoot I had with Henry before we fly to Boston, he congratulated me for being with you, that finally, I was at the hands of a good man. But I was curious as to the reason why he left me, Chris. ‘Twas haunting me for these past few years and I want to be able to let go of that feeling so I asked Henry to tell me why’d he left me,” explaining further. Chris’ head tilted sideways quickly as his jaw clenched. You proceeded to discuss with Chris the reason why Henry left you before. When you were finished talking, you looked down at his fluffed carpet. “What does Sebastian have to do with this? I thought his relationship with Henry was complicated?” he looked at you, finally. Asking for clarification. Fidgeting with your fingers as you answer, “Yeah, they do have a complicated relationship… Sebby- Sebastian saw Henry and I at the parking lot when we were talking to each other. Henry asked for a hug. Chris, I swear, it was just a friendly hug. Felt more like parting, and I wanted to at least end our closure with that. He was a big part of my life and you know that I told you that,” he nods. “Again, what does Sebastian have to do with this?” following up his concern. “Seb… Punched Henry when he saw us. He thought ‘twas something more, you know and I thought he was just being protective. His action really upset me, and my emotions were all over with, we shouted at each other, I kept asking what his problem is,” taking a deep breath before finally turning your eyes to glance at Chris’, “‘n he told me that he was in love with me.” Of course, he was. Chris already had an intuition about this, however, he didn’t realise that hearing those words coming out of your mouth will make him this mad. Chris tried to stand up but he wasn’t able to do so successfully as you pulled his arm, “talk to me, baby, please?” “I will, just… give me some time. Okay?”
Chris went out and sat on his balcony. Your tears start to fall, sucks being in the middle of a possible dispute to go with your boyfriend and boy friend. A notification popped on your phone.
Chubby Dumping
You okay? What happened?
You shut your eyes close, not wanting to deal with this at the moment. The silence going on with Chris and you was something you couldn’t handle, it was stressing you too much. Not wanting to cause any disturbance of Chris’ alone time, you went on and walked through his bedroom and got yourself a shirt of his to wear for bedtime. You figured he might want to be alone the rest of the night, so you proceeded to get unready. The whole day tired you lots, mentally, physically, emotionally.
The cold water running down your body immediately helped you to relax, ‘n somehow released the tension your body was having. You press your palm on the tile as the other goes to brush and press water off of your hair.
Chris turned sideways as he heard the sound of water flowing from his bathroom, he looked at the time from his watch and realized he has been keeping you waiting for him too long. He sighed and cracked his knuckles before standing up and going back into his living area, locking the balcony doors. His hands falling on his waists, breathing heavily. At this moment, he was feeling all things at once. As much as he wanted to give himself more peace and quiet, he wanted to hear you screaming loud about who you fucking belong to. He took off his jacket and hooked it over his coat hook. He stripped his clothing and put it in the hamper except for his boxers.
He didn’t even bother to knock upon entering the bathroom. His eyes immediately fell on your naked body. Chris felt his cock go hard just by the sight of your body alone. He closed the door with a bit of an impact so you’d know he was there. Hearing the loud sound all of a sudden made you drop the soap you were holding, “M’god Chris, you scared the shit out of me,” “Good.” He walked toward the tub shower, sliding the door open to join you. Chris picked up the soap you dropped, you turned around to face him but he stopped you. “What-” your breath hitched as his arm brushed against yours while he reached for the loofah. Brows furrowed, you continued to analyze what he was doing, confused why he wasn’t speaking yet he was here to join you. When he lathered enough soap over the loofah, he started brushing them on your back, you hum, feeling relaxed. He put his free hand on your shoulder, pulling you closer to him. Your bareback being in contact with his well-sculpted chest makes your breaths unstable. He loved seeing you like this. Seeing your body react with his touch. Chris continued to softly brush the loofah onto your body, down to your arms then soothingly up your chest.
Chris dropped the loofah and replaced it with his hands. His palms stroking both ends of your arms, making you hum with the sensation. He grabbed the ends of your hair and squeezed it dry, placing it over one side of your neck. His lips going down to smother the blades of your shoulders with kisses. Growing impatient you tried turning around to face him, but Chris didn’t allow you to face him just yet. “Don’t move,” you instinctively gulped hearing his command. “O-okay,” “Does he know about us?” he queries. “Huh?” your brain getting all fogged up by Chris’ presence. “Sebastian. Does he know about us?” His hand went on to massage your breasts, making you whimper in an instant, “answer me, Y/N” he reiterated. Unknowingly that he was in sight of half of your face, you rolled your eyes as you were annoyed that his hands weren’t in the places you wanted them to be. “Did you just roll your eyes at me?” startled by his words, you turn your head sideways to look at him, “Well I,” Chris wasn’t interested to hear your reasoning, “huh. You’re getting me all riled up,” your lips parted big when Chris opened the sliding door of his tub shower and left, what the hell?
Annoyed. Is an understatement when Chris left you dumbfounded in the shower, you shook your head and went on to finish cleaning up. But little did you know, he only went out to get what he wanted to use for you. “Hands,” your body jolts in hearing yet again Chris’ unexpected voice. “Hands?” your body rotates, facing him confounded. “Hands.Give me your hands,” you looked down as you heard chains dangle, your eyes blowing with lust as you saw him holding a cuff. “Chris, why d’you have a cuff?” “dunno why you even have to ask that.” he let out a laugh filled with sarcasm, eyes meeting yours, “y…you wanna cuff me?” his brows quickly raised and relaxed, answering your question. Not knowing what to say or do, you stood still like a student standing up without knowledge of the question asked. “D’you not want me to?” I want you to. Unable to express yourself through words, you went on and shook your head. Motion answering that you wanted to be cuffed by him. “That’s what I thought,” Chris grabbed both of your wrists using one hand as the other proceeded to turn your body around, being under the showerhead. He was still holding your wrists, bringing them up closer to the middle bar. When he finally reached the height he wanted to lock your hands on, he finally tightened and locked the cuff. Your ass, facing him. “You’ve been a really bad girl for me tonight,” a loud sound left your mouth as he hit your ass hard. “Gahd, what makes you think I’ll be fine with your ex-boyfriend hugging you,” “even got a close friend of mine wrapped around your fingers,” again.He hit your ass so loud you heard an echo in the bathroom. You bit your lip to muffle your moans, “did I ask you to stay silent for me, baby?” your head immediately shaking side to side. “Be as loud as you want, no one will hear you anyway, just me and you darling,” Chris assures you.
He straightened your body up, once again pulling your bareback to be of contact to his chest, his hands traveling from your abdomen to your breasts.You rest your head over his shoulder, closing your eyes, just feeling his hands take over your body. His fingers toyed with your piercing nipples, making you moan loud as arousal fills your core. “Hmm, does my good girl like daddy playing with her nipples?” fucking daddy. You swore to yourself you were about to faint hearing him address himself like that. “Mmhm, yeah” he grins, hearing you be at loss for words while he pleases your needy tits. “Look at how my hands perfectly cup your breasts, baby” you open your eyes to look at his hands wrapping your jugs. Oh, what a good sight that is. You thought. Just as you assumed that he would take his time giving attention to both of your breasts, his other hand went further down your stomach, reaching through your folds. “Goddamn, baby you’re fucking soaked,” your lips parting, relishing how good his fingers feel while spreading your wetness. “Tell me, sweethah’t, who do you belong to?” without a doubt, “you, Chris.”
“That’s right, this pretty cunt only belongs to me. Nobody else’s,” all you can do is nod as he increases the speed and adds more pressure to your needing slit. “C-Chris, mm-feel’s so good,” “yeah? You like when my fingers fuck you?” oh, he knows you do. He just wanted to hear it coming from you, “I love when your fingers fuck me, Chris.” you boldly stated, making his cock twitch. Your ass feeling his erection, “can feel daddy’s cock getting hard, wanna please you bad, please” as much as he wants to feel your lips wrapped around his aching shaft. He didn’t want to give you the satisfaction of doing so, knowing damn well you were surrounded by men who wanted you to be theirs. He only wanted to claim you, be inside you. “Not gonna happen,” making your face be embedded with vexation. “Daddy why, ‘m so wet for you,” Chris used everything in his power to not be tempted on giving in. Hearing you say that you were wet for him only made him want to fuck the brains out of you more. Not that, it wasn’t his plan. You grind your ass on his continuously growing erection, needing to feel him. But Chris had other plans in mind.
His fingers continued to pleasure you, going slowly and suddenly increasing the speed. The pattern went on bringing you to the edge. “F-fuck,” “‘m so close daddy, your fingers feel so good,” knowing you’re about to cum, Chris increased the speed more. The sound of your pussy being finger fucked covering the entire room is making your brain feel fuzzy. When you were just about to release, Chris slowed down his fingers and said, “you’re only going to cum when I allow you, that clear?” your knees feeling weak, you were truly trying your best not to cum, “how many times do I have to tell you to answer me? Guess you really don’t want to cum that much,” you shake your head and placed your hand to the side of his arm fingering you, “I do, I do want to cum, I-I want to cum, Chris,” your legs were going weak. Chris felt that too, however, he continued to edge you. He wanted to make you believe that he can withstand your wishes. But the more he pleases you the more he craves what it feels like to be inside you. He removed the hand he was toying your nipple with and went down to jerk off. “Chris, please, let me do that for you, mm’wanna taste you so much,” hell does he want for you to taste him that much too. But he couldn’t give you that time any longer, he was nearing his release too.
“Wanna taste me so much, huh?” “Yes, please,”without a warning, Chris slammed himself right into you. “There we go, y’feelin’ me deep inside you, baby? Feelin’ me fuck you like no one else can?” you can only answer him with moans and whimpers. “Chris- I, fuckkk, you’re so big daddy, filling me up so well” “yeah?” Chris intensified his thrust, your skins slapping so much you just know some part of your body’s gonna get bruised. “Tell me who you belong to again,” he asks as he pounds you further. “You Chris, ‘m yours. Only yours,” he moaned loudly, hearing your acceptance of his claim. That you were only his, as he was of yours. “Wanna watch you milk my cock with your cum,” his head moved over to suck your nipples, him moaning as he sucked your tit.
“Fuck, I wanna put a baby in you, Y/N. Wanna see you carrying my child, people knowing that you’re carrying what’s mine,” his eyes widened as he didn’t realize he was thinking out loud. Lightly panicking that you may think of him weirdly, his breathing stopped for a second. But you looked down at him, face all flushed, looking beautiful as ever, chest heaving, struggling to control your breathing, “please uncuff me,” “and put a baby in me.”
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Working at a request tonight! Trying my best to post at least one per day so
Edit:request now posted!
The Deal
Masterlistby cloudednines.
REQ: ANON, okay so - andy had almost won a case but from cheating and false witnesses and evidences made by his opposition he loses the case. he knows he’s cheated so he’s extra pissed bc he can’t prove it and the reader finds a proof to show they created the evidence so he //thanks// them
Pairings: Andy Barber x Fem!Reader
Category: Smut
Warnings: 18+ content, Sub!Andy Barber, (Slightly)Dom!Reader, Fingering, F!Oral Receiving, Mentions of Penetration.
MINORS DNI.
OS Playlist
Habit by Still Woozy
12:34 AM by Billy Lemos, Omar Apollo, and Maxwell Young
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Andy closed his eyes shut and placed his fingers over the bridge of his nose upon hearing that the Judge decided to shorten the duration of the case that he’s currently working on because of the unexpected, at least to his part. false witnesses and statements coming from the opposition “Mr. Barber, it’s okay. I know you’re doing your best.” his client tried to comfort him. He truly wished that it comforted him, even just by a little, but it didn’t because Andy wanted to do right by his client on winning her child’s custody especially when the child’s father that they’re up to is a rich abusive bastard. “He’ll do whatever it takes to poison everyone, even my son just for him to secure his bag and have his heir.”
Andy looked back, “Listen, I’ll do everything I can for us to win this case. Okay? Just- just… Don’t give it up yet, okay? This is your son, Marta. He deserves to be with his mother. We’re not gonna let Drysdale win this one.” Even when her eyes scream that she’s close to giving up, Marta managed to nod and trust Andy’s words. He’s the best of Newton after all.
“Great work, Y/N.” you came back to your senses and stopped looking toward Marta and Andy after Ransom put his hand over your waist while he approves of your performance for today’s hearing. “Not a big deal. Just doing my job, Mr. Drysdale. Call me if you need anything.” not wanting to be in any more discomfort, you slowly provided distance from Ransom and walked away from the room.
Andy saw you walking toward the exit over his peripheral vision. “You can go home now, I’ll update you as soon as I get something.” He gave Martha a light hug before he said his goodbyes and tries to run up to where you’re going. Luckily, he was able to reach you by the parking, “Y/N!”
“Andrew Barber. To what do I owe this pleasure?” you wonder. “You really wanna play this game? This is an innocent child we’re fighting for. How can you even work for that Drysdale knowing he’s a fucking bastard?” Because I had no choice. It’s either I take this case or I’ll get fired from my firm. “How dare you allow them to present such lies? Marta is fighting for her son, Ransom is fighting for his money yet you’re still… Huh. I thought you were better than this.” a pang of guilt suddenly arises from you, Andy looking disgusted as he stood still talking you out.
Before you could even say anything, you see Ransom’s car stopped by the lot and rolled the window from his side. “Well, what’s up? This dickhead bothering you, Y/N?” Andy hissed. “Fuck off, Drysdale,” “No, man. You fuck off. You’re out here talking to my lawyer, you want to get yourself into trouble? Want to add something to pile on your overloaded plate?”
“Mr. Drysdale, I’m fine.” you looked at him calmly, with a warning. “Mr. Barber was just leaving. He can never bother me with anything. Not when we’re already winning.” Andy cannot believe the words coming out of your mouth. What the fuck happened with the Y/N I know of? You didn’t even give another glance to Andy and proceeded to get in your car because you couldn’t handle the weight on your chest getting heavier.
It was past midnight when a loud curse fired through Andy’s lips, “Damn it!” he loosened his tie and dropped the documents he just finished reading with immense force that caused his things to scatter all over the place. As much as he hates to admit it, he knows he’s losing this. He went out of his working area and walked to the kitchen of his newly bought apartment to get himself a fresh shot of American whisky. He folded the white button-down shirt he was wearing before pouring himself a good amount of alcohol.
You sit back on the other hand and stare at the flash drive filled with data that provides the evidence to support Andy’s claims for Drysdale’s covered-up crimes. His words repeating all over your head. I thought you were better than this. As much as you want to do something for Marta to win this case, you know deep down you couldn’t. Ransom was too powerful for you to mess with, not when you’re still under Thrombey’s supported firm. Earlier you thought about how could you help Marta with this case without putting yourself on the edge of a cliff. With Andy having such a respectable reputation, Ransom knows enough that he too could pull some strings. That’s it. You stood up and brought the flash drive with you.
A loud knock coming from his main door caught Andy’s attention. Who the fuck would come here at this hour? To his surprise when he opened the door, it was you. Looking undeniably gorgeous wearing the skin-toned blouse and navy skirt you wore during the hearing. The bourbon must’ve already hit him, he thought. “You gonna let me in or increase the chances of me getting caught coming to your place as each second passes?” you say as your brow raised, sarcastically questioning Andy.
He left the door open and sat down on his couch. You scoffed at how prideful this man can be, even with him knowing that you were the only chance he has to win this case. “What are you doing here, Y/N?” walking toward the couch sitting before him after locking the door and putting down the blinds of his windows, “oh you knew I was about to come after your little… Drama there,” “No, I didn’t.,” he jokingly protested. “Then why the hell did you come up to me arguing about Marta’s innocent child, huh?”
“I just hoped that you were still the Y/N I used to study with during our time in law school.”
Annoyed with his antics, “Oh fuck me, enough with that shit, Barber.”
“Want me to?” he moved his face uncomfortably closer to yours.
You moved away and rolled your eyes upon hearing his delusional come back. Or is it delusional? “Can I ask you something, Andrew?” he looked at you, settled his whisky on the coffee table, and nodded. “Why are you so eager to win this case?” Andy’s brow raised and went down following the deep breath he took. “Marta’s son reminds me of Jake,” “you know when he was still… Here.” you looked down the carpet above his shiny wooden floors, allowing him to have a moment to remember his son that has passed. Andy stood up and refilled his glass. “Whiskey?” offering you a drink, “only if it’s bourbon.” You knew that he only drinks whiskey if it’s bourbon. A curved passed by his lips as he pours another shot of whiskey into the glass that he soon offered to you.
“Thanks, anyway, d’you have your laptop with you here?” his brows furrowed in response, “‘course. Why’d you ask?” you didn’t answer his question and proceeded to go to his working space. You slowly walked through and examined the progress he has over Ransom. Looking over connections he could pull with the data you were about to give him. Bam. There we go. You stopped by a posted picture of Ransom leaving a strip club and let out a laugh almost like a whisper. “What? My collected documents seem funny to you?” No. I’m just amazed that you were still able to find these even if Thrombey pressed some serious threats to keep these hidden. “Maybe. Anyway, c’mere,” you motioned for him to follow you as you sit through his chair. His laptop was open so you pick up the flash drive you bought with you and inserted it into the plug of his gadget. Andy hovering you made your breath hitch. Thinking he wasn’t able to hear that, you continue to pretend that you weren’t intimidated by his presence. He, on the contrary, looked down at you and had a playful smirk painted on his face. His eyes instinctively passed by your heaving chest. Shit.You turn your head, looking at him to discuss what each folder represents. “Eyes up here, Barber.” his eyes squinched by your sudden command.
You explained how he can counterattack your claims on the upcoming hearing you were about to have. As much as he’s focused on your presented outputs, he couldn’t help himself but be in awe of both your beauty and intelligence. “All clear to your end now?” letting out a heavy breath of content, he motioned his brows up to clear your query. “Good then, my work is done here. Forget that I came, delete the CCTV footage of me knocking on your door. Just… Take care of the things that can get of my way.”
Andy followed you as you pack your things that were left on his couch. “Wait,” “You’re leaving just like that?” he reached, standing in front of you. “Of course. What do you think I’d do? Stay here and get caught? Must’ve been out of your mind,” you shake your head, abruptly trying to remove the thoughts that have been running through your head as you were discussing things earlier. “Stay a bit longer. I need to do something,” you look up at him, confused. “What?”
“This.”
He grabbed you by your nape and pushed his lips deeply onto yours. Initiating a kiss that wholly defines hunger and desperation. When you said must’ve been out of your mind earlier, you weren’t aware that it applies to yourself too. ‘Cause, you couldn’t even explain to yourself why you wrapped your arms around his neck, tugging his hair. Andy grabs you by the back of your knee, carrying you and initiating a straddling position as he relaxes down on the couch. You start to run out of air while having your steamy make-out session with Andrew fucking Barber. You placed your palms on his chest and pushed your lips off of his. Catching your breath harder than ever. Andy is searching for hesitation in your eyes, “Y/N” he dare mention your name, heavily breathing. His hands slowly sliding up your thighs. Flushed and in shock, you only look at him in response. “Consider this my thanks for your help. No?”
You lightly sneered by the way he asked for your consent. “Deal,” with your agreement, Andy continued to up the movements of his hand, but before he could get any higher you stopped his hand by putting yours onto his. “Need I remind you, forget that I came here, Andrew.” he couldn’t help but smile as you say his name, “you’re the only one who still calls me that.” Getting tired of his constant trip back to memory lane, “I reminded you of something. Didn’t I? Answer me.” you strongly emphasized. “‘F Course, Ma’am.”
“What else d’you need to take care of?”
“You?” you clenched with his teasing remark. “Andrew,” uttering in a more serious tone.
“Take care of the things that can get of your way,” he affirmed you that he didn’t forget any of the instructions you’ve given him.
“Good boy,”
His eyes widened and so does his plumped mouth after hearing what you’ve just said. You feel him getting hard and so you continue to up your game, “well why, does Mr. Andrew Barber himself like being praised?” he felt compelled by you, at that moment, suddenly all he wanted to do was please you. “Do you?” following him up with your little interrogation. “Yes.” finally he answered and came back to his senses. “Then why don’t you follow me and let’s see how good can you be, baby”
“What d’you want me to do to you, Y/N?” he placed your hair that’s been covering a slight part of your face at the back of your ear.
“Touch me, Andrew.” his remaining modesty flashed before his eyes. Hell. Is this really happening? He couldn’t believe that after years of restraint, he was finally gonna be able to feel you.
You didn’t need to repeat yourself for him to follow. Like a good student he was back then, he moved his hand up your clothed core and brushed his thumb in circles. Your lips parting as you closed your eyes shut, motioning forward—slowly brushing your cheek to his neck. However, you wanted to challenge him more. So you decided for your tongue to romantically savor his neck. A groan of desperation came out of him, his free hand squeezing your ass while you continue to give him a distracting sensation by hitting the right spots of his neck. He noticed you were doing this on purpose.
Andy, naturally being competitive, pushed your panties to the side and brush through your glistening cunt. Making you suck on his neck intuitively, leaving him a mark. “Guess you’re gonna have a hard time covering that up” you quickly reacted. “Who says I’m even thinking of covering it up?” he pushed a finger inside you, your legs lightly shook in response. “Bold. I like that,” trying hard to not fail the ongoing battle of dominance. “What else would you like, Ma’am?” he tilts his head, asking with pleading eyes. “I’d like for you to taste me now, boy.” Without a hint of doubt, he removed his fingers deep inside you and gathered your soaked remains in his mouth. He hums, “sweet. That taste enough?” he continues to test you. “No. If you don’t put your lovely mouth on my wet cunt now, I’m leaving you here all needy.” Damn. “what makes you think I’m going to let you leave unfinished?” He slowly placed you on your back, removing each button of your blouse slowly, placing kisses all the way through. Once he was done removing the buttons one by one, his hand went at your back and unclasped your bra. Leaving him to see your breasts with hardened peaks. He smirked, liking how your body reacts to his touch. Andy didn’t waste any more time and gave your nipple the attention it deserves while he softly grips and twists the other. “That feels so good, my baby, you’re doing so good,” his length only grew harder with your whimpers and assuring notes. “Does it feel good when I do this?” his hand slides down your panties and spreads your wetness all over, applying just the right pressure to leave you wanting for more. “Oh- Fuck yes, yes it does,” you whine.
He removed your lace panties like the flash, “what about this then?” Andy’s cold tongue finally met with your warm throbbing pussy, him relishing how good you taste. Your moans and unholy interaction of his tongue with your core are the only sounds echoing around his living room. “Mm.. Andrew o-oh goodness,” you try to form an instruction however you were occupied with the goodness of him eating you out. “Hmm,” you felt vibrations while he hummed as if asking something. “Mm, so close. Fuck me with your fingers, baby” his shaft starts to ache more and more. Bargaining, “what if I fuck you with something else, Ma’am?” almost begging. “Want to fuck me with your big cock, baby boy? Huh?”
“Yes, Ma’am,” he replies quickly, wanting to be inside of you, wanting to feel what it is like to wrapped in you. “Say please,” you command. “Please Ma’am, let me fuck you,” he complies. Despite his answer you wanted more, you wanted to hear his thoughts, what he wanted to do with you, “yeah? How badly does my baby want to fuck me?” he licks a big stripe up your cunt and met his forehead against yours. “So bad, I can’t think of anything. All I can think about is how good does it feel to be inside you, wrapped around your tight soaked hole,” instantaneously, you were intrigued. “Fuck this tight-soaked hole hard then,” you asked, so he dealt with it until the sun meets your skins.
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