Such sultry moans only enticed, his powerful hips rutting into her harder as his large attentive hands caressed up her ankles and over her calves until he was squeezing at her thighs while holding her open. He liked her touch, he found himself gripping onto her tighter as if to keep her from squirming free. "Let me have it then, baby girl." He goaded, throbbing inside of her gut at the thought of her cumming on his cock. "Let it go. Just for me." He breathed, nibbling on her tongue.

Cristina couldn’t imagine a moment from then on where she wouldn’t be craving the way Dominic felt inside her. Her toes curled as she arched into his thrusts, feeling every inch of him in her. She had never felt so full before. That familiar warmth in the pit of her stomach began to build, heightening with each and every move of his hips. “I’m gonna…” she managed to get out between her moans, her hands brushing down his chest, fingertip sliding over each dip and curve of his muscles. “I’m not gonna last much longer, baby…not when you fuck me this good…”

The man hungered for her. He thrust his cock into the warmth of her core without the slightest hesitation. He knew what he wanted here, and he wanted her in every way he could have her tonight. Dominic held her legs open, pinning her tighter in place as he growled with excitement. With her arching for him, he pushed all of his weight in to ensure she took him in to the hilt of his pulsating cock. "You're so fucking tight.." He grinned against her lips, withdrawing his hips gradually just to drive his cock back inside of her.

Every brush of his hands over her skin caused a new rush of pleasure through her body. His fingertips had been enough to drive her crazy prior to this night and now her desire has reached such a fever pitch that she would’ve imploded had she not been able to act on it. Cristina resisted the urge to fight against his hold and wrap her legs around his waist to drag him closer to her. She couldn’t remember wanting to be as close to anyone as she wanted to be to him. The brunette let him have any and all control that he wanted, willing to give him everything. Panting softly, she arched enough to meet every thrust of his body eagerly, aching for every inch of him. “Fuck, Dom, it’s so…” She couldn’t even finish before another moan found it’s way out of her lips pressed to his. “So fucking good…”

took an impromptu vacation for my sanity, but replies are coming soon.

The woman who was supposed to meet with him tonight was someone he hadn't been dating that long. They met through mutual friends, and they were attempting to see if there was anything worth exploring between them. While he did have every intention to find out why his date stood him up tonight, he was easily amused by the small blonde's blunt genuineness. "Eh, shit happens. I'm not one to take it out on anybody who doesn't deserve it." He mentioned, chuckling once more as she handed him her phone number - truthfully, he didn't know if she was just being facetious before. He regarded her with subtle intent, warm brown eyes fixed on hers when addressing her. "Alright, Darcy. I'll bite." He teased.

 ˖ ✶ "Vince." She nods. "Ah, you caught me." Darcy grins, sitting back in her seat. "Waitress by day, hunting guys stood up on dates by night. It's the best way to pick up guys." She offers a shrug before laughing again. "God, no. But not to sound too shallow, but most don't look as good as you. And aren't as nice when I inform them they've more than likely been stood up." Something about bruised egos and all that jazz. "Anyway," Darcy cleared her throat, "I believe I owe you my phone number." Darcy stated before pulling a card out of her apron and handing it over. She finished her glass of wine before standing up. "I do have to get going though. But yeah, text me if there's not a good excuse for her not showing up today by tomorrow. It can be for anything. A date, friendship, booty call, whatever." A smirk formed on her lips. "Do hope to hear from you either way."

Dominic proceeded pushing her into the mattress, his hands caressing her bare hips as thrusts pinned her in place. He kissed her passionately, lips chasing her own even as she spoke. He adjusted a little bit once fully inside of her, sitting up ever so slightly to remove her jeans fully just to pull her legs out wider. He pushed into her with a powerful grinding thrust, pummeling into her shamelessly when she requested more of him. If she wanted him, she was going to get him. "C'mere, baby girl." The man moved deliberately, wedging himself as deep as possible while pressing his forehead into hers and grinning with a soft grunt. His arms under her legs tightened, entrapping her tighter up against him so he'd be able to mount her pump her full of him without the slightest of pause. "Can you take all that?"

If only she had known this is how they wanted to end up, then she wouldn’t have spent so much time wanting and waiting for him. As much as she loved fantasizing about just how he’d touch her or kiss her, this was better than any image she could conjure up in her brain. And she wanted it every day, all the time. Cristina angled her legs open just a fraction of an inch more, allowing him more room to move inside her. Her inner walls clenched around his length, desperate to be filled entirely by him. “You feel so good inside me…so fucking big, baby,” she sighed, running her hands slowly over his arms, feeling every inch of the strong hold that kept her under him. There was no other place she wanted to be. “I need all of you…”

"I've waited a few tables at one point or another. I wouldn't ever mess with that kind of karma." The man chuckled just a little bit at the mention of a gumball, pleasantly shaking his head a little bit at the undeniable humor of his night. "Alright." He chose then that perhaps this wasn't a bad night in particular. The waitress' company seemed enjoyable enough, and when she stood up to take care of what other customers she was waiting on, he found himself watching her more than once, curiously keen on learning more about her, more specifically her name. "You're doing a lot." He teased harmlessly when she showed up again to pour some wine before rejoining him. "Hi, Darcy. I'm Vince." He gave her a humorous look, drinking a little bit of wine from his glass. "Do you do this with other guys who get stood up in here?" He taunted her playfully.

 ˖ ✶ A laugh fell from her lips at the mention of her getting a tip either way. This was the kind of banter she was used to. This she could do. "You can never be too sure," She teased back. "I once had someone leave me three cents. I can't even get a gum ball out of the machine with that." Darcy rolled her eyes before her eyes met one of her coworkers. "I'll be right back with my number for you." She got up and went over to talk with her coworker, convincing them to take any new tables she got. After that she finished waiting on her other tables and cleaning up before returning back to him. "I hope you like wine." She sat back down after pouring them both a glass. "So I guess we should start with the basics. I'm Darcy. But you can just call me your future girlfriend." And that boldness could totally be blamed on the sip of wine, right?

This kind of situation had to look pretty bad if she felt the need to come out and address it after nearly an hour. Nevertheless, he appreciated the fact that someone saved him any further embarrassment for waiting any longer. His brows lift ever so slightly when the small blonde settles in on the opposite side of the table, a light chuckle then freed before he found himself smiling at how kind the words were. Whatever bit of disappointment he had been coming to terms with while waiting was now replaced with both surprise and subtle curiosity as he looked her in the eye. "You know, you and me, we're already good. You were getting a tip before this." He teased. "I appreciate you taking care of me tonight. I'd gladly take your number, little one."

 ˖ ✶ Darcy looked around at her other tables before shrugging and taking the seat across from him. In reality, she didn't really need this job - it was more of a way to pass her time more than anything else. "Nah, I wouldn't say pathetic. Not on your part. On whoever made the mistake of not showing up though? Yeah, absolutely." She offered a soft smile. Darcy didn't know where the sudden boldness came from, but she found herself leaning forward in the seat, "I don't believe in Valentine's Day dates, but if they haven't gotten back to you by tomorrow with some damn good excuse as to why they couldn't be out here with you tonight, I'd love to give you my number."

fake dating to visit the parents for the holidays cliche except the parents know off the bat they aren't dating so they put the fake couple through some stressful situations to try to give them an excuse to "break up" but the craziness actually makes them fall in love a lil bit... 👀

Vince blinked with surprise at the kind waitress' words. Was it so obvious that he had been waiting for someone? He wasn't often self conscious nowadays, but the thought of her knowing how foolish he looked before him made him take considerable pause when looking up at her. He considered deflecting, perhaps insisting that his date was just working late but he knew she was right. He finally nodded slowly, acknowledging the notion as he checked his watch for what must've been the hundredth time tonight. "You're probably right." He cleared his throat, shaking his head with a chuckle. "Pretty pathetic, huh?"

 ˖ ✶ The holidays were a day Darcy dreaded working. The worst one? Valentine’s Day. It never failed that people were usually ruder on holidays compared to any other day. Though the person she had been currently taking care of was (thankfully) incredibly nice and Darcy was actually starting to feel sorry for them.

“Darlin’, I hate bein’ that bitch”, Probably not the language she should use on the clock, “But it’s been an hour. Pretty sure they stood you up.”

ANNE HATHAWAY at the Versace fashion show - MFW (Feb 23, 2024)

Innocent play fighting that turns into aggressive primal fucking.

Dominic wasn't the type to let any curious eyes keep him from what he wanted. It wasn't something he might ever seek, but should anything happen with her in the confines of an elevator, he would take his time to make sure the small brunette got her fill and then some. He wanted the world know of his infatuation with her, whether he could be seen bringing her coffee in the morning while she was at work or if he was laying claim to her how he's always wanted. The man proceeded slowly, burying himself deep inside of her core, his pulsating length stretching the lips of her nether open. "Take me nice and deep, little one." He breathed upon her lips, noting how still she was for the moment, soothing her even though he was driving his hips in closer.

Over the course of their friendship, Cristina had imagined it many times. Them being trapped in that crappy elevator with their bodies pressed together, eager to finish before someone found them there wrapped around each other. This was a far nicer first time together. The brunette’s back lifted what little it could from the bed as she felt him slide into her. It was even better than she had pictured all those nights in her bed. She moaned in between soft pecks to his lips, not even daring to move her hips at that moment, but just taking in the feel of him in her that caused her to see stars. It was a better feeling than anything else she could remember.

"I wanted you on the floor in that elevator." He confessed breathlessly, entirely caught up in the moment of pure affectionate lust. So often he thought about what it would be like to give in to the heated connection between them, and here they were. "Shh," He breathed, pushing his cock inside of her entrance slowly. "You have me." He assured, moving carefully due to how small she was beneath him but deliberate enough to keep her locked in place should she be the type to squirm. Hips press in tight, inching further inside of her core as he continued helping himself to her lips.

Cristina could already feel a tightness building in her stomach from the little bit of contact he was allowing her. In a way, she felt it was payback for every little affectionate touch she gave him throughout their friendship. Every small brush of her hand against his, or grind of her ass to his waist when they’d cuddle, or tight squeeze between their bodies in the hall. It all came to this. She hummed softly into his lips, drunk more on that feeling than she could be on any other substance in the world. She arched what little she could into his length, desperate for it now more than ever. “Ever since I was stuck in that elevator with you,” she confessed, swiping her tongue slowly over his. “I’m surprised I didn’t jump on top of you right then and there, but I went to bed that night thinking about how I should’ve pulled you into my apartment…” She brushed her thumbs lovingly over his cheeks. “Please, Dom. I need you.”

The man chuckled at the sound of her constant moans, her soft and sultry rasps inciting deeper strokes, powerful hips bucking endlessly. He huffed out with anticipation, the head of his sizable length bumping up against her cervix as he held her down. He smirked, both at the sound of his name on her lips and her ass smacking against him with every deep thrust. "Let me have it, baby." The man instructed, rutting into her, intent on helping himself to a side of her that his brother knew nothing about. "Cum on my fucking cock."

Celeste moaned louder. She liked that he was being rough with her. She could appreciate a man who took what he wanted. The added bonus of him being forbidden had already been a turn-on to her. Now there was this added benefit. "Vincent." She moaned out. She could not stop it. The fact that he did not care who heard was not lost on her. From her current position it was hard for her tot move. He had taken full control over her body. She did what she could and tried to grind against him. "Fuck. You are so big." She said. She eyes wide with pleasure. "I am going to cum all over your cock."

Vince sighed, watching his little brother's best friend move back against him as he pushed into her rhythmically. He excitedly kneeled in on the edge of the bed, seizing both both of her arms in a firm grasp as he pushed both behind her back while mounting her from behind. He held her up, keen on keeping her from pressing her face into the blanket to make it easier to keep quiet. He liked being discreet with her, sure, but he wouldn't mind at all if her friends heard her in his bedroom getting claimed. "Take every fucking inch." He breathed, pushing his weight in on her, driving himself deep inside of the small blonde.

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Celeste's moans echoed. She grinded against Vincent's cock. The feeling of him deep inside her. It drove her wild. She loved when he took her from behind. The way it felt when his balls slammed against her. "Keep going. Fuck." She moaned. Her fingers dug into the blanket. She struggled to keep herself upright. Tried not to scream so loud that everyone downstairs would hear her.

Dominic leaned further into her touch, both out of keen excitement to press soft kisses upon Cristina's fingers and to rub roll his hips dangerously close, his stirring length rubbing up against her slick heat through his boxers to tease. He liked pinning her down in place, his body pushing tighter and tighter to push her into the mattress yet again as he moved in to kiss her lips. He could free her legs a bit and strip her bare, but he didn't even want to pull back in the moment. He wanted to be crushed up against her, fishing his length out of his boxers just to stroke himself against her entrance while he kissed her lips repeatedly. "How long have you been picturing it?" He asked, lips pressing to her own right after, his tongue seeking out hers.

“Dom, I’ll say whatever you wanna hear,” she murmured into his lips with a smile. Cristina was truly so wrapped around his finger that she meant that. Her hands roamed his bare skin as much as she could reach underneath him, desperate to satisfy every thought she’d had about him since they met. She arched her waist into him, moaning softly at what little friction she could get between their bodies. Cristina blushed when she realized just how soaked he had made her from the time their lips touched. “You have no idea how long I’ve pictured this…” she whispered, letting her hands come to rest on his face.

He could sense her anger when she faced him, his warm brown hues settling calmly on her own before he chuckled a bit warily and examined the space around them. This wasn't exactly an ideal conversation to be having in public. "I'm not putting any blame on you specifically. Chill." He shook his head, looking away from her momentarily so he could give a courteous nod toward the bartender as he took his drink. When he looked at Alice again, he examined her for a moment before raising a brow. "I didn't know you were so hung up on it."

“Oh so now you’re gonna put all the blame on me?” She turned to him immediately, her fingers tightened around the glass. She was angry at him for leaving her heartbroken. “Don’t act like you’re the innocent one here, we’re both involved in this shit,”