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Eddie Munson x Married FemReader One shot Part 2

TW: Smutolicous, Smut-o-Rama, Smut, NSFW, Dubious Consent, Cheating, Squirting, Toys, Insults, Idk what else. Don't try this at home unless, but if you do I want to hear about it.

Thanks to @loveshotzz & @myobmaya who feed my Eddie brain rot.

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The screen door of your trailer whines as you push it open. Stepping out into humid air, it slams closed behind you with a loud whhhacck. Your eyes crinkle at the edges as you watch with amusement as a blonde with a ponytail and perky tits storms out of Eddie's trailer. He follows right behind her, bare-chested in a pair of sweats, throwing his hand in the air.

"Oh. Come on."

"Screw you!" She screams at him over her shoulder as she gets in her car and drives off. He stands with his hands on hips, watching her drive down the road. With your arms crossed, you saunter across the street to chat with your neighbor.

"Another satisfied customer?" You ask, coming to a stop beside him.

"Hardly," he says, watching her car kick up a cloud of dust as it heads down the road.

"What's the matter? You couldn't get her off?" He squares up to you, standing closer than considered polite.

"Actually," he drops his voice. "I was fucking her face, and I called out your name when I shot my load down her throat. I didn't come half as hard as I did with you."

"I'm flattered," you say, hooking your thumbs in your back pockets, and pushing out your chest to show him how hard your nipples just got.

"Did you get that thing yet?" Running your tongue over your teeth, you shake your head from side to side.

"Why not? You know you'll like it."

"I'm still thinking about it. What are you going to get out of it?"

"Don't worry about me, Sweetheart." He tucks some hair behind your ear. "Trailer trash pussy is my new bad habit." Your smile fades, and your face heats up at his insult. He catches your wrist before you can walk away.

"Get it. I'll meet you after work the day after tomorrow." Pulling your wrist out of his grip, you scoff at his audacity.

"You'll do it. We both know you like it when I tell you what to do. Shit, you're probably wet right now." He's right; you can feel your underwear stuck in between your damp folds. Moving closer, you push up on your toes, getting in his face.

"Fuck. You." You emphasize every syllable.

"Oh, Sweetheart. I know you'll be a good girl and do what you're told. I would hate to tell your husband about our playtime." His lips take on a cocky smirk that perfectly matches his tone.

"You think he would believe you over me. You're fucking delusional." You start walking across the road, but he stops you cold with his words.

"What about when I tell him about that little birthmark you have on the inside of your thigh, or maybe I should describe the exact color of your nipples. Do you think he would believe me then?"

Spinning around, you give him a furious look, but he just grins.

"I'll see you the day after tomorrow. Oh, and Sweetheart, wear something pretty."

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The cool material of your peach silk teddy glides over your hot skin as you open the door of room number seven with a strap falling off one shoulder. He has his hands on either side of the door frame, blocking the exit like he thinks you might run away. He's trying to look unaffected, but the way he's swallowing gives him away. His cropped band tee shows off the trail of hair that leads into his sweatpants, and it's your turn to swallow.

"Very nice, Sweetheart. Sexy."

Wordlessly, you turn away from him and move further into the room. His hand comes down hard on your ass as the door clicks shut.

"Jesus, Eddie, that hurt. Keep your hands to yourself." The soft silk soothes your skin when you rub your hand over your backside.

"Come on, don't ruin all the fun." He takes a seat on top of the desk.

"Fun? Is that what we're doing here? I thought we were here to fuck." Taking a seat on the edge of the bed, you lean back with your hands flat on the bed behind you.

"We'll get to that. Did you get it?"

Cocking your head to the side, you flick your eyes toward the black shopping bag beside him on the desk.

"How did you feel buying it? Did you like everyone in the store knowing what you will do with it?"

Using your arms, you slide back on the bed and rub your thigh together.

"You better start giving me your words, Sweetheart. Or I'm gonna think of a better use for your mouth." He warns, picking up the bad and looking inside.

"It made my pussy wet. I hope everyone in there thought about me using it. I hope they got off picturing me coming. But I wasn't as wet as I am now."

"Show me." His eyes are dark, and the bulge in sweats is starting to grow.

He can see the slick wetness glistening on your thighs as soon as you stand. Pushing the thin straps off your shoulders, the teddy slips down your body, ghosting over your hard nipples before pooling around your ankles. You let him look his fill before returning to the bed and spreading your legs, showing him your drenched cunt.

"Jesus Christ. If you were mine, I wouldn't let you leave the house until I fucked your pussy raw." He reaches for the bag. "Cute," he says, pulling the hot pink dildo out of the bag.

"It's not as pretty as yours or as big. It's a shame. You'll never be inside me." His lips twist angrily as he stands up and pulls his shirt over his head before toeing off his shoes and socks.

"Lie down in the middle of the bed and spread your legs."

Pleased with yourself, you scoot your body to the center of the bed. Lying flat on your back, knees bent, you let your legs fall open. The cool air on your wet pussy has you clenching on nothing and rolling your hips while anticipating his next move. He watches you move as a small wet spot forms on his tented sweats. The side of the bed dips when he sits on the edge, one leg bent on the mattress, the other extended straight, his foot flat on the floor. Those chocolate eyes roam your body appreciatively. He reaches out his hand slowly, and you suck in a breath as his calloused fingers make contact with the skin of your shoulder. They smooth a path down your arm until he covers the top of your hand with his. He moves your joined hands until the pads of your fingers reach your slick heat. His hand never leaves yours as it moves through your folds. The feeling of the sides of his fingers brushing your puffy labia is even more intense than your fingers hitting your aching clit.

"What are you doing? You can't touch me." Your breathy voice is hardly a protest.

"Relax," He says, pressing down a little harder. "I'm just touching your hand, helping you get ready. It's the neighborly thing to do, after all. Let me make it good for you."

"I didn't know that mattered to you."

"Of course it does. I can make it really good if you quit acting like a brat." His fingers are getting coated with your wetness. "Or don't. I'm fucking this cunt either way."

Your eyes flick to the dildo in his other hand. He sets it down on the bed near your head. Swallowing hard, you run your eyes over it, imagining him forcing it inside you.

"Fuck, you just got even wetter. Don't worry, Baby. We are going to take this nice and slow." He pulls your hand away from your pussy and folds your glistening fingers so only your pointer finger is the one extended. Still covered by his, he brings it to your throbbing entrance. Pushing your finger inside, he slides his back to your knuckle, careful not to enter you. He moves your finger in and out, but it's too shallow, too small, and you ache to be filled. Moaning and thrusting your hips upward, the tip of his finger breaches your needy hole.

"Please, Eddie. I need more." You plead, already teetering on the edge of orgasm, and you've barely been touched. It's his fingertip dipping in and out of you. Knowing with just a flick of his wrist or a hard thrust of your hips would have him inside you. Where you want him. Just the thought has your insides fluttering.

"I know you do, Sweetheart. I'm going to help you." Reaching over your head, he takes the dildo in his other hand. Seeing him holding it makes you cry out. With a cocky smirk, he moves it toward your pussy. He gently rubs the head through your folds, bumping your fingers and driving them deeper. He taps the toy against your clit, and an electric shock runs through your body.

"Fuck. Yes. Please." You beg, but he pulls it away. It's dripping with your juices. "I want to taste you so bad. Can I?"

"Hmm. Yes." Writhing on the bed, you try not to thrust your hips, knowing the move would push him in deeper. Instead of licking the silicone, he smears it across your nipple. Before your lust-fogged brain calculates his intention. He dives for your tit, sucking in as much as possible, his teeth gently close on you as his tongue swirls over your nipple.

"Eddie." Your hips fly off the mattress, you're coming. It hits you hard, your whole body shaking. As the aftershocks make your muscles clench, you realize your fingers aren't in your pussy. You have a death grip on his wrist. It's his finger swirling inside you. His teeth scrape your breast before catching just your nipple, biting down harder before releasing with a pop.

"You do taste good. Sorry, Sweetheart, I guess I broke the rules a little, although you don't seem to mind." He wiggles the finger you still have shoved inside you. Blood pounds in your ears as you pull his hand out and turn your red face away from him. He chuckles at your anger. "Well, that's one. I haven't decided how many times you'll come before I let you go."

"Lucky me. Too bad you'll just end up coming in your pants. A little pathetic, don't you think?"

"I can understand why that would disappoint you. We both know how much you love being covered in my cum."

Switching the toy to his dominant hand, he trails it over your cheek and across your breasts before running it through your folds. Shamelessly, you grind yourself against it.

"I'm tired of this game. You want me to come? I'll come, and then I'll leave, and you can jerk off all alone."

"Well, we better get to it then," he says as he angles the head of the toy at your entrance, slowly pushing it in. He watches as the shaft disappears into your tight hole.

"Oh god," you moan as you stretch around it, feeling its ridges drag against your inner walls. He pushes it in until its base is just outside your entrance and then pulls it out equally as slowly.

"It's already covered in your cum." His eyes are wide with fascination, and he adjusts his hard cock. Licking your lips as you watch him palm himself, you sneak a hand to lazily circle your clit. He shoves the dildo in hard, and it steals your breath. "None of that. I'm the one who's going to make you come." He fucks you hard. "Take your hand off your cunt." Sliding your fingers across your clit one last time, you let your hand drop to your side. "Good Girl." He slows his movements, pushing the toy in with one finger and allowing your muscles to push it back out again. The slow tease is excruciating, and a few tears of frustration run down your cheeks. He rubs his dick over his pants. "Your so fucking wet. I bet it's enough that this rubber cock would slide right in that tight ass. What do you think, Sweetheart? Want to find out?"

"No."

"No?" He's moving faster, timing it with the hand that strokes his cock. "You would look so pretty with your ass up in the air, this pink toy shoved inside, while your cunt drips. God, I could lay right under you and let your juice drip in my mouth." Little whimpers pass your lips, and your hands move to your breasts, roughly tugging your nipples. He starts crawling over you, his hand still working between your legs. "That's what really gets you off, isn't it? Knowing how much I want you. All the filthy things I want to do to you. Why don't you be a good girl and just give in." His face is just inches from yours, holding himself off you with one hand while slowly fucking the dildo into you over and over.

"I don't fucking want you," you spit out, still rubbing at your tits. He chuckles darkly.

"Oh, Sweetheart, now you're a liar and a whore." He drops his hips and starts grinding, using his pelvis to fuck the toy into you. Lacing his finger with yours, he brings your joined hands up beside your head, holding you down while he thrusts. "Tell me how good this feels." He looks into your eyes, watching you pant and gasp.

"It feels so good. I love this cock inside me. It feels so much fucking better than you ever would."

"I'd feel a lot better than your limp-dick husband. Who won't even fuck you." He lets go of your hand to grab your tit, giving it a light slap before rolling your nipple. "My dick would wreck your cunt. I'd fill you with my cum and send you home to him with it dripping down your legs."

"Please. Please…Eddie." All you can do is babble and claw at his back while bucking your hips desperately, trying to get more friction with the toy.

"That's what you want. You want me to fuck all of your holes until they are overflowing with my cum. I'd eat it out of your cunt just so I could fill you up again. Tell me, that's what you want?" His words have you on the edge, but it's not enough.

"No. I don't want it. I don't want you." But your free hand starts pushing down his sweats until his cock is free; you can feel it dripping on you.

"You can't fucking have me."

He reaches between you and pulls out the toy. Clenching on nothing, you whine at your sudden emptiness. Grabbing his cock you line it up at your entrance. As soon as his head is at your needy hole, he thrusts inside, filling you to the hilt. You open your mouth to scream, but no sound comes out; your walls are stretched more than ever before, instantly sending you over the edge; you come hard on his cock. He lets out a long groan at the feeling of your pussy milking him.

He gives you no time to recover before he starts driving into you, deep and hard. He hits something in you no one's ever found before. It's too much. Something builds in your belly. He lets go of your other hand and pushes your knees up to your ribs.

"Eddie, stop," you stutter even as your hands move to his ass, pulling him into you harder.

"I can't, Sweetheart. I don't know if I will ever be able to stop fucking your tight cunt." He grips the headboard, his knuckles white, his arms and chest muscles flexing. He fucks into you, snapping his hips hard, his pubic bone hitting your clit on the upstroke. You can't hold back anymore, moaning; your pussy gushes around him.

"Holy..fu..Jesus H. Christ, you're squirting all over me." Your muscles are so tight, but he fucks you right through it, and more and more of your juice splashes him. His movements are becoming erratic. One hand releases the headboard to wildly rub at your clit.

"Fuck. No. Eddie. I can't. Please." You cry, tears running down your face.

"I'm gonna come. I'm gonna fill you so full." Your legs are still shaking, and your senses are overloaded. He roars, and you can feel his hot cum starting to fill you. Your orgasm has never ended. It feels violent, you have absolutely no control, your cunt pulses as you moan and whine. He pulls out, your mixed cum dripping off his dick. His mouth goes right to your raw clit, sucking it and flicking it with his tongue. Shooting up, you kick and push until he's off you before rolling to your side, tucking your legs up, closing your eyes, catching your breath, and twitching through the aftershocks.

He lies behind you, panting, stroking his softening dick. Gently, he rubs your slit, spreading the cum as it drips out. With a contented sigh, you cover his hand with yours, encouraging him to play in your folds.

"Eddie, are you ever going to kiss me?"

"Sorry, Sweetheart, I can't have you falling in love with me."