Obey Me: Climb into Bed [Dateables]
đˇ pairing: diavolo, barbatos, simeon, and solomon x gn!reader
đˇ wc: 961
đˇ summary: Unable to sleep, you sneak out of the House of Lamentation
đˇ warnings: making out, pet names (my love, sweetheart, babe, little one, implied smut, oral sex
đˇ a/n: I don't know what to call this line and I'm not fond of calling them side characters, so from here on out they will be dateables and the brothers will be demon brothers :)
DiavoloÂ
âBarbatos wouldnât approve of your late-night shenanigans,â Dia says as he rolls over to see you at his bedroom door.Â
âHow did you know it was me?â You ask as you shut the door and head towards his bed. Diavolo sits up, moving the covers to welcome you into his bed.Â
Heâs shirtless, and in the glow of the lamp on the bedside table, you can make out every delicious ridge of his torso.Â
âYou expect me not to recognize the footsteps of the love of my life?â Dia asks as you strip your pajamas and climb in beside him.
You smile, melting into his side as his arm drapes over your waist. You lock eyes with him, bashful as he looks at you for a few moments in silence.Â
Diavolo leans in, capturing your lips with his own. His large hand cups your cheek, and the other moves down to your lower back. Your leg ends up between his thick thighs, moaning as you rock up and down on his thigh.Â
âBarbatos is going to kill me tomorrow,â Diavolo whispers in between saccharine kisses.Â
âWhyâs that?â You respond as his lips kiss their way down your jaw toward your neck. You grip his broad shoulders, cursing when he rolls on top of you between your legs and you feel his hard cock against your thigh.Â
âBecause we wonât be getting any sleep tonight, my love,â Diavolo grins as he kisses your lips again, moaning your name softly.Â
Barbatos
âYou really shouldnât be in my bedroom this late,â Barbatosâ voice startled you as you shut his bedroom door.Â
Across the room, he stands in nothing but a towel as his hair drips slowly onto his shoulders. You follow a drop of water running down his chest until it disappears into his teal bath towel. You gulp, pulsating as you blink, forgetting what heâs said.Â
âSweetheart?â Barbatos takes a few steps toward you while you try not to drool over his perfect physique. He smirks when he catches your gaze, your cheeks flaming hot.
âYes?â You blink as he cups your face, his thumb tracing your lips. He doesnât say a word as he kisses you, leading you to his bed where you fall with a gasp.Â
Barbatos is on top of you, kissing your neck and helping you out of your pajamas before he drops his towel. His hair is still damp between your fingers when you tug it, pinning his face to your neck as he licks the column of your throat before his teeth sink in.Â
âBarb!â You gasp, arching into him as his hands settle onto your hips. Your legs wrap around him as you pant, moaning when he moves lower.Â
âI suppose the Young Master shall have a late start to his morning tomorrow,â Barbatos chuckles. âFor I will be busy attending to your every need tonight.â
Simeon
âBaby?â Simeon looks up from his journal when he hears his bedroom door open.Â
âHey,â you wave shyly.Â
âYou shouldnât be out so late,â Simeon scolds gently as you approach him. He closes his journal and sets his pen on his desk.Â
âI couldnât sleep. I sent you a message on the D.D.D. but you didnât respond,â you explain.Â
Simeon blushes as he reaches for the device. He was still learning how to use it and knew better than to ignore it when it pinged but inspiration had struck and heâd been writing since after dinner with Luke and Solomon.Â
You take Simeonâs hand, leading him to the bed. Simeon takes his shirt off, tossing it onto the desk chair as you lift the covers and slide beneath them. He joins you a second later, pulling you to him. His dark hair falls over his eyes as he leans in to kiss you.Â
âDid you miss me, little one?â Simeon teases as he kisses your jaw, cheek, and earlobe. âCouldnât sleep without me next to you?â
âI wanted you to come to me,â you answer him, your hands running over the broad expanse of his back. âWanted to feel you, kiss you, devour you.â
Simeon groans, moaning your name as he pulls you on top of him. His hands grip handfuls of your ass, kissing you deeply as you grind down on him.Â
âWell, youâre here now and I aim to please,â he whispers before he kisses you again, his fingers unbuttoning your top easily as you grind on him once more.Â
Solomon
âYou know, I could have just popped into your bedroom instead?â Solomon smirks as you appear in his bedroom beside his bed.Â
You jump, not expecting him to be behind you.Â
âI tried sneaking out first but Lucifer caught me,â you sigh as you climb into bed with him. âI had to barter with Satan to get a spell book.â
âResourceful,â Solomon laughs as he pulls you to him. âNext time just call and Iâll be right over. You know Lucifer wonât be able to keep me from you.â
âBut isnât it more fun to sneak around?â You grin as you kiss Solomon. He moans as you push him onto his back, your legs straddling his hips. His hands find their place on your ass.
âYou do love the thrill of danger,â Solomon whispers as you kiss your way down his shirtless body. When you reach his sweatpants, you run your hand over his erection, licking your lips before tugging his sweatpants down with his boxers.Â
Solomon curses, eyes shut as you wrap your lips around him. His heart rate spikes, pleasure coursing through him as you take him into your mouth.Â
His fingers thread in your hair, moans escaping his pretty lips until heâs nothing but a puddle of lust underneath you.
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plug connie springer x black stripper reader
warnings: boy is down bad, a little bit of mikasa x reader??, mikasa is famous heree, connie is a tease, heâs also hispanic asf, yaâll didnât even make it to the club, hints of yandere, mirror action, he fucks u while heâs crossfaded, wall sex, he talks a lot, dude is rambling, good ole cream pie, gotta love breeding
a/n: i got carried away (â_â;)
can you guys tell i like my men desperate lol, this is so long i might make this a series (4.9k words)
one down, like five more to goooo
The lifestyle of stripping was something you truly couldnât get enough of. The late nights. The smooth poles. Dancing on those smooth poles. And most importantly, the money. Oh fuck, how you loved the money. Living the fast life gave you such a rush that you adored it just as much as you hated it.
Itâs not your first choice, not by a long shot. You were raised in Jamaica, New York. And your parents., you loved them. Honestly, you did, but you would probably be the most miserable person in the world if you kept heeding their strict Christian views.
You tried everything to reach up to their impossibly high standards. They wanted you to get an A in every assignment? Try A+. They wanted you to wear less revealing clothes because âNo man will ever want youâ? Youâre showing up to your classes in turtlenecks just to keep their mouths shut.
You even made it a routine to clean the entire house top to bottom on Sundays since they started complaining that âYou never do anything around this house.â It was beyond annoying. You were fucking tired.
Growing up in Notre Dame School of Manhattan was nothing short of horrible. Proclaimed âgood girlsâ snorting more than half a line of coke in the school bathrooms. Drugs you arenât even sure how they got access to, but then again, they are rich white kids. Teachers and hypocritical professors pretend to be oblivious to the bullshit drama their students are in. Your parentsâ oblivion for keeping you here is even greater. Even after sharing stories with them, they would advise you to be more like the students at your school.
It was a miracle you didnât turn out that far gone, despite what your profession is currently. Youâve smoked a little weed here and there. Experience some sort of awakening tripping off shrooms the weekend your parents took a trip to Barbados.
Without you, of course. Despite this, you were always taken care of. Your differences in opinion would never justify their abandonment of you. You knew they loved you when they got you a ticket to see The Weeknd live after you got a perfect score on your final, not after telling you their opinions on the matter, of course.
âI donât know why you listen to such devil music.â
âI shouldâve never gotten you this trash.â
The guilt you felt for wanting to have fun kept you from almost going. You went anyway, choosing to avoid allowing their misery to affect you.
Everything was fine; you played along with this draining game, and everything was fine. Until they decided to kick you out for finding a small baggie of blow (that wasnât even yours) peeking out from the top of your purse. You donât even know how it got there.
Honestly, you didnât. You tried to communicate that while they were packing all the clothes they could find in your closet into two medium-sized luggage bags. But they wouldnât listen, opting for screaming so loud you could see the neighbors peeking through the window. At the very least, they were kind enough not to throw them onto the concrete ground. Their stubbornness was unyielding. You just couldnât get through to them.
You were able to rent an apartment you had put a deposit on a month before this happened because of the money in your savings account. Unfortunately, your funds were only sufficient for rent for two months due to groceries and other necessities.
When graduation came, your parents were nowhere to be found, so you realized that you had to find a means of earning money before you ended up sleeping on the streets.
You tried looking for a âregularâ job -- a barista, a waitress, even applied to be a fucking bartender. Itâs not as easy as it seems when those who already have one talk about finding a job. Why do they claim that they need to hire immediately and yet still reject you? Considering that your lack of work experience prevents you from being hired, you feign a little on your resume. Turns out, youâre not a very good liar.
Where was pretty privilege when you needed it?!
Despite applying to 500 companies, none could offer you a job within the next two weeks, which happened to be when your rent was due.
You really had no other option. You took your pretty ass and marched to the nearest club. Which happened to be the... Hustlers club? Why did that sound familiar?Â
Upon entering, you outright demanded to speak with the person in charge, and when you saw him, he demanded that he offer you a job. Lucky for you, the owner happened to be there that day. He observed the little moment you had when you stormed in..well, he observed the way your tits bounced in your low-cut tee and immediately pulled you into his office.
He had the thought that you would make him a lot of money if you worked for him, and heâs sure his business partner would agree if she saw you. He just had to make sure.
A figure appeared in the corner, striking up from the edge of his desk and making a slight sniffling noise. A girl, a beautiful one with distinct Asian features. Her leather skirt was short, only barely covering past 2 inches of her thigh. Her tits were pushed up to a necklace in a black corset-like top. An ornamental gold necklace.. with the letter M.
Wait. Is that-
Thatâs where it dawned on you why the name of this club sounded so familiar. On a random Tuesday afternoon, you find yourself standing in front of a celebrity. You were standing in front of Mikasa Ackerman. The Mikasa Ackerman. As in, owner of Mirror Palais, the highest-paid model in Japan, co-owner of one of the best clubs in New York, Mikasa Ackerman. Oh shit.
You remember seeing her on an Instagram reel in front of this very club, along with the other owner. The other owner, his name was.. what was it again? He swivels you around to face him, almost as if he hears your thoughts,
âEren Yeager, sweetheart.â
A soft handshake accompanied by a gentle tone. He was quick to introduce you to the beautiful eyes that stayed fixed on your face since you walked into the dimly lit room. Eren guides you towards the brown leather couch where his friend is sitting,
âAnd, this is the lovely Mikasa. Iâm sure you sure you know who she is.â
Feeling intimidated by her intense gaze, you nodded quickly and stumbled a bit when introducing yourself. Her following words didnât calm your nerves anyhow,
âA real pleasure meeting you, beautiful.â
Eren could tell that Mikasa already liked you; the girl was practically fucking you with her eyes. But he wasnât here for that; he cleared his throat to draw attention to him in the room. He had a goal in mind: to get you signed up. Eren wanted you dancing in his club today.
He sits you down and swiftly gets into business mode.
âWhat kind of position are you looking for?â
âWhatâs the minimum salary you want to earn here?â
He tries to get a sense of what youâre looking for before proposing to work as a stripper. Although he wants you to, he can compromise. Server position and the minimum salary you asked for was $65,000.
âAnd Iâm not leaving til I get that or something better.â
Well, you wanted better, right? Eren explains to you that his club didnât have any more waitress positions and Mikasa...
Well, that day, you found out that she was really good with words. She did a great job at convincing you that youâd make double the amount you asked for moving your perfect body on the pole. I mean...
âLook at that body of yours. Youâd be pretty famous here, sweetheart.â
And shit, she was right. You really couldnât blame the girls who never wanted to leave, simply too addicted to the drugs, to the fast life, especially to the money. The amount of money you made every night was simply insurmountable. And you found it funny because it wasnât just the money. Really, it wasnât.
The sensation that occurs when your lower body rotates on the pole. The art of dancing like this ignited such a passion from you. The attention, from the men and the women. One of the most popular clubs in the city had you as a crowd favorite. You knew it shouldnât be something you liked; you never wanted to get too wrapped up in a life like this. But shit, it was sensational.
You didnât let it slip, even though you shined on the stage. There are people who would take advantage of you even more if they knew you actually enjoyed what you do; you know this. When it was time to go, you left with no hesitation. You had to remind yourself of what you were here for, to provide and care for yourself until you find a better job.
And you stuck to that goal for a solid five months; nothing deterred you. Of course, thatâs what youâre thinking. In reality, from the very first moment Eren had you on that pole, you found yourself coming back for one reason. Even if you werenât subconsciously aware of it, him.
Connie, you heard the owner greet one day. He was definitely attractive. There was something about him, something about how he threw money at you and only you. Your body shivered without fail due to the gray eyes that watched your every move. The way he man spreads and tilts his head back when taking a hit, revealing neck tattoos that you know cover his stomach under that black Nike Tech hoodie. He was so fucking fine.
Only a few men can pull off a buzz cut. How does he do it so effortlessly? Maybe it was the color? How would he change it like it was nothing every two weeks?
You noticed he had a thin mustache, and when you got closer to his face.. Fuck. Was that a diamond nose ring?
He was a drug dealer. You caught that three months ago. Around that point, he began asking for you to exclusively serve his section. Eren had no problem with that; after all, this was his friend. But Connie started getting.. greedy. He wanted more than that. He started getting bold. He wanted your body on that twirling solely for him.
âHell no.â
Eren filled the quiet section. Your body was followed by both green and gray eyes as you moved on the stage, with Connieâs eyes being more intense and focused compared to the other. The thriving club was filled with both of them enjoying a glass of Richard Hennessy Cognac in the VIP area.
Connie never had a good relationship with mixing Henny and weed. He was aware of that. He has a tendency to indulge in sinful thoughts. He didnât let that stop him from rolling the blunt anyway.
His mind would get drawn towards dangerous places, mainly when he saw you. The way your thong disappeared between your cheeks under your lacey two-piece made him ready to fuck you right there. To show those perverted and prickly eyes that stuck like glue onto you that they could never have you. That you were his. Or, you will be.
Connie hasnât even fucked you yet. Hasnât gone anywhere near the sticky wetness he knows you have in between your legs.
You two indulge in what you could only describe as subtle grinding in the back rooms. All the dancing that youâre supposed to be doing on the pole, youâre doing on his lap instead. It was against the rules; you especially knew this. That didnât stop either of you. Well, more so Connie than you.
At first, his best friend was against it. The customers you brought in were earning him at least $100k a night. While his other show girls were beautiful, you radiated a different type of aura onto the stage. You were something different. It was genuinely insane how you could move, you didnât even have prior training. You found that every night, you got better than the previous; it was a natural talent.
Connie, being Connie, offered Eren twice that amount for every night he gets to spend with you alone. That was every night you were on the clock, besides, he had no problem making that back by the next day. When it came to his girl, there was never a problem for him.
And Connie never regretted the amount he spent on you. Being alone with you was something he had grown to crave incessantly. To him? It was worth it. Heâd get so excited to just walk into the back room and find you waiting for him. All pretty, just tempting him to ruin you. Then, when you start performing in front of him, your body moves in a way that would hypnotize the stoic man.
And it wasnât just your body to Connie. There was a certain allure to you. He was observant of the way you moved, spoke, and behaved. He understood that someone like you doesnât come by every day. He just had to have you, own you. Your body, your fucking soul, everything you possessed, he wanted it for himself. He didnât care if it sounded selfish; heâs okay with being that when it comes to you.
Itâs reasonable to assume that he would have the final say on what you wear for him since he was the only person you would dance for, right? That was the route he took to get your number. Thatâs the reason you got a text from him while you were getting ready to shower for your night shift.
One of his friends- Was he talking about Mikasa?
You could have given it more thought, but your shift was only an hour away, and Connie was on his way. Using a small gray towel, you drape it onto the fat of your wet boobs. Your hands lather your Shea Butter oil on the top of your left thigh quickly, but you stop when your doorbell rings.
âComing!â
You yelp, quickly slip on your slippers, and move toward the door. The man had always taken you home, and on the other side of the coin, he always took you to work. You didnât bother asking how he knew your address the first time, afraid that it would spark an answer youâre not ready to hear. Occasionally, if you were too intoxicated to carry yourself to your apartment, he would act as your knight in shining armor and hold you in bridal fashion to your door without saying a word.
It should have been simple enough: he goes in and gets out. And it would have been that simple if he hadnât seen your pink lacy thong loosely hanging off your door knob. He was simply a man, one who desired to feel every part of you. The tip of that thong was hanging out of his pockets when Connie left your apartment that night.
Swinging your door open makes you almost breathless. Connie was a tall person. Everything about him just screamed: big. He was easily over 6 feet 2 inches tall, and he came to your door carrying a medium-sized shopping bag. You step back, observing as he comes in right after taking his slides off by your door.
âYouâre here early, Con. Iâm not ready yet.â You whisper, still a little perplexed heâs already here. Despite the amount of money you know he has, you rarely ever see him in anything other than a white tee and black sweats. Today was no different. Minor differences in each pair made it clear that they were different every time. You suppose it had something to do with his dangerous line of work.
He hands you the cream-colored bag, and his eyes never leave your lips all the while. You suddenly became very conscious that you were breathing the same air as Connie, who appeared right in front of you. He leans in, the ghost of his lips felt against your collarbone,
âYou smell good,â His tatted hands sneakily climbed their way onto your wide hips. Before muttering a curse under his breath, he squeezes once. For the first time since meeting you, Connie isnât being truthful. He didnât come to your apartment to take you to your job. Tonight, he had different intentions.
He came tonight to put a full stop to the cat-and-mouse game that you guys have been playing for the past five months. Two fully packed blunts and three shots of Don Julio convinced him that his attraction towards you was not going away.
He shouldâve realized it when he started making a habit of watching over you outside of the strip club. She needs someone to protect her, he thinks. You donât pay attention to your surroundings. You have no idea, donât you? Your beauty could easily lead to someone from the club becoming obsessed and following you. Anyone who wasnât him.
He also shouldâve realized it when he started beating his dick into overstimulation to your pictures on Instagram. And after your shift. Of course, before your shift. Eren witnessed him having to excuse himself during your shift because his dick was painfully throbbing against his boxers.
Connie really liked you. And somewhere in that twisted mind of his, he believed that you two were truly meant for each other. He shouldâve never waited this long, âPut this on, ma.â
He pushes the bag towards your chest and moves your hips in the direction of your room. Your thighs twitch as you hum and make a little run to the end of your hall. He follows after you slowly, eyes shifting to the way your ass peaks out from under the towel.
This scene feels oddly familiar. A predator stalking its prey, just waiting for the right moment to pounce. You didnât know what Connie came here to do; in your mind, you were just getting ready for work. He almost felt sorry for you, almost felt sorry for how he was going to ruin you, almost.
He made sure to take his time approaching your door so that you could be ready and prepared for him when he arrived. And you didnât disappoint. In front of your vanity makeup mirror, you were sat on the cushion chair. Applying what looked like oil from a flower bottle onto your neck.
You look better in the dress than he expected. Your fat tits sitting so perfectly, and the lace meshing with your skin. You pretended to ignore him behind your seat, starting to feel the weight of his presence around you. This was probably the thinnest item you had ever owned, yet his hands pressing on your shoulders made your skin feel like it was on hot volcanic soil.
You catch his eye in the mirror, and despite your flustered state, he doesnât grant you the satisfaction of looking away. Not even while his hands lower down to your rib cage, right under your plush boobs. Especially not even while his giant palms wrap around the fabric covering your nipple in a tight grip.
You gasp, a moan bottling in your throat, âC-Con!â
It could have been the way you uttered his name or the way your head pressed against his chest. Regardless, Connie lost control and dropped his head into the crook of your neck, beginning to sprinkle small, wet kisses. He grips harder, and you... you get louder.
âYou drive me fucking insane,â Your flesh is now exposed to his hands as they slip into the dress. âSkin so soft,â He kneads his hands into your chest, squeezing as if heâs hoping milk will pour out of them. He groans, âGod, youâre so perfect mama.â The thought of that makes a shiver run down his body.
Poor Mikasa, she spent all night working on that dress once she heard it was for you. Connie didnât even let it last for a good ten minutes before you heard a faint rip sound in the midst of your whimpers.
Your brain is struggling to keep up with the speed of everything happening. You attempt to tilt your head back, but he shuts it down right away. âEyes on the mirror.â He moves one hand to your throat, keeping you still. You feel your body shake under his hold, twitching slightly from his small attack. You didnât have the courage to look away, not even as far as you could.
âIâve been so patient.â Squeezing your left nipple, he drops his fingers down the ripped material until they reach the top of your pussy lips. âCumming to the thought of your pretty face like a fucking teenager,â His words bring a mewl to your lips. Your body starts sweating, nervous at the way his fingers are just rubbing circles around your skin.
Would he pull away if your hips jerked against his hand? You hoped against all odds that he wouldnât. Youâve never allowed yourself to feel this desperate for anyone, but being around Connie left you like this. You were at a loss for what to do. Your thoughts were racing to find something, anything, that would bring him closer to you.
Itâs unclear what motivated him to answer your prayers. But in the next moment, he pushed his middle finger into the center of where your slick was overflowing onto the cushion. He creates slight tap sounds with the puddle between your fat lips, playing with you.
Your eyes close for just a second and burst wide open when you feel a sudden intrusion in your sticky hole. âA-Ah!â A sob leaves your lips, your eyes falling back to your face in the mirror when you register his next words,
âEyes on the mirror, mama. I havenât done anything to you yet,â As Connie slowly moves his fingers into and out of your dripping core, his eyes struggle to keep track of your face in the mirror or the stain youâre beginning to make on his digits.
He settles with the stain youâre creating. Heâs massaging your walls in a way that you canât help but cover them in a creamy white. Itâs impossible not to moan with shaky breaths, whispering his name. He figures the wait was worth it. His dreams couldnât have prepared him for the real thing. It was more noisy, was more sticky, and it was.. real.
What do you taste like?
Your hips shake as he suddenly removes his fingers from you. You whimper, annoyed by the absence of the touch of fingers on your wet walls, but you stop yourself when you see his movements in the mirror. His mouth wraps around his middle and ring finger, sucking your juices to the fullest. Your breathing stops when he moans, âYou taste so fucking good.â
Connie silently pulls you up from your seat and presses you against the nearest wall, causing the ripped dress to fall to the floor. Instantly, your back arched into the prominent bulge that was pressing on your bare ass. Your thoughts wander back to your last session with Connie in the backroom. All that desperate grinding.
âYou were squeezing so tight around my fingers,â He pushes his sweat down to remove his throbbing hard dick with a little effort. âYâgonna squeeze my dick like that next?â
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
You jump every time the base of his cock slaps down on your ass. Both of his hands grip your sides, his eyes rolling back as he slides his dick back and forth in between your leaking pussy lips.
âOh f-fuck! Connie,â
Your voice cracks when you call out for him, and he smiles. He cannot deny that this is the perfect thing; it was always meant to be like this. He spreads your cheeks as wide as he can, lining his tip up to your hole thatâs clenching around nothing.
âYeah, b-baby?â Fuck, you were so wet. âWant me to fuck you? Want- Oh fuck. Want Connie to make you scream?â
Your lips tremble, and you try to slide his dick inside you by pushing your hips back. He lets you, too weak himself, to stop you from taking what you wanted. All you can think right now is Connie, Connie, fucking Connie.
âShittt. Want y-yâto to make me cum! P-please!â
Pushing him even further inside without his help proves to him that you truly want him to make you scream. Youâre barely making it halfway with his thick and long build. Connie is incredibly proud of you right now, taking his dick like a desperate bitch and moaning to fuck the rest of his inches in.
He pulls a little of himself out of you, only to flush his hips abruptly against yours with one single push. Groaning at the same time you gasp out, he whispers in your ear, âScream for daddy, mama.â
You were so full. His cock tip was touching places that youâve never been to on your own before, causing your mind to go haywire. His pressure against your cervix was so intense it would have been painful if you werenât so wet. You oblige almost embarrassingly quickly the moment you feel his dick drag at a steady pace inside of you.
Connie regrets not having done this sooner, as the drugs he took earlier are still mixing in his system, alternating and speeding up his thoughts. His body was ablaze. Youâre covering the entire length of his dick with your juices, causing him to become frantic and desperate to get more out of you. His thrusts match his crave. You were warm, and your cries were heaven to his ears, âBig! Yâre so b-big, daddy!â
Youâre not complaining, far from it, as he tears your pussy to shreds. In fact, youâre taking him so well, and he praises you for it. Like he said, you were made for this moment, for him. Youâre such a,
âGood girl. Fuck! My g-good girl takes me so well,â
He can hear your slick drip on the floor below you despite the smacking sound in your room. Youâre so needy for him, as he is for you. The walls echoed with your wailing sounds as you fucked him back, making Connie shudder.
Heâs gonna cum. He can feel his balls churning as they slap repeatedly against your twitching clit. Fuck. Heâs gonna cum so deep inside you he prays it reaches your womb. Although itâs his first time exploring the depths of your perfect cunt, he recognizes that youâre also going to cum.
He can tell by the way your legs are shaking rapidly, by the way, your moans get higher in pitch, by the way, youâre whispering his name out like a prayer. And heâs determined to make you cum before him. Do you squirt? Do you cream? He thinks heâll die and go to heaven if itâs both. Your next plea erupts another groan to tumble out his mouth,
âMâgonna- Mâgonna cum! O-oh fuck- Mâgonna cum so h-hard.â
Holding your arms behind your back with his tatted hand, he moves his hips inside you at a faster pace than ever before. âShit. Me t-too, mama.â He angles his waist to keep pressing into that spongy spot that makes you tremble. âJust like that. Cum, baby. C-cum all over this fat dick.â
Small tears start to fall down your brown cheeks, and your back arches sharply on Connie, causing your stomach to clench at once. The man above you receives both your cream and squirt splashing from your sweet core, and you weep. Your muffled moans fill the air as he cranes your neck towards him for a nasty, drooling kiss.
As he gets closer to his orgasm, his rapid thrusts become sloppy and crazed, and his heart beats twice as fast as he sees the beauty fucked out underneath him. The more Connie moved inside of you, the more he swayed. Your essence was covering his lower half so much that he couldnât wait another minute before dumping his kids against your cervix, a shaky moan accompanying his release.
His thrusts slow down, causing tiny drops to spill onto the floor, but his lips never leave yours, and he has to remind himself to let you breathe when you start to whine against his mouth. He lets you go and instead presses tiny kisses against your panting mouth.
Both of you, Connie in particular, were on cloud nine. Your clenching onto him brings Connieâs mind back to Earth, but he is not satisfied. He wanted to go again. He needed it, so it was only natural he started moving at a steadfast pace inside you again.
âAgain. Letâs go a-again, mama. Shitt. Your pussy is so-â
Before that night, youâve never experienced pleasure on this level. Connie took you, on every corner of the house. Both of you left unaware of Erenâs multiple missed calls as he fucked his cum into you like a dog in heat. Itâs safe to say that you didnât show up for work that night or the night after. Connie made sure you never danced at a strip club again.
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