Nixus: playful game (smut)

 Nixus: playful game (smut)

Marc was eager to go home, perhaps more than usual, because he knew that it was the day they had picked to use the new toy they bought together. The cop could still remember the face he made when they saw the commercial on TV for this new egg vibrator that could be used remotely by the partner via an application.  He instantly glanced at Phoenix, who was very interested in the commercial and was tentatively glancing at him.  She wanted to try it. The idea of relinquishing complete control over her orgasm and pleasure to Marc was exciting to her. They talked about it and bought the toy together. A  blue egg because it was her favourite color. They agreed to use it a maximum of twice a week to keep things interesting and build up anticipation.  He would only use it when she was at home, and only when he wasn't working night shifts. This way he could turn on the egg on his way home and find a very needy and melting phoenix. It worked well for the two of them.  That evening was no exception. The night was young, and all Marc could think about was Phoenix. Her scent, the way her honey hair would wrap around his arms and fingers, the way he wanted to cup her face, her lust-blown face and slight blush. He could feel the stir in his loins as he finally got into his car. He put his seatbelt on, turned on the engine, and grabbed his phone for a quick call. 

Phoenix had been restless since sunset. She was done correcting copies, done doing some quick laundry and clean-up, done keeping herself busy for the day. All that was left was her and her thoughts. Last week had been so busy that the only thing Marc and Phoenix were able to do was sleep together in the same bed when he was not working the night shift. They would cuddle and sleep, content enough with just the presence of the other and no strength left for their libido to express itself. This week, however, started off nice. They had time to reconnect with each other, flirt, and touch each other. They--She had pent-up energy to get rid of, so when her phone buzzed with Marc's ringtone, she did not waste any second and took the call. She was sitting on her couch, feet on the sofa and head leaned back so she could look at the ceiling. This evening, the teacher was comfortable wearing only a black t-shirt and a pair of blue booty-shorts. Her hair was tied in a loose high ponytail. 

"Finally, mon coeur! I wanted to hear your voice all day. Are you coming home?" -longing. Need. Her tone betrayed her growing need to see him. It made the man grin against his phone-

"Yeah. I just wanted to give you some heads up. I'm in the car right now. Are you still wearing the toy like I instructed this morning?"

"Yes, Officer Flynn. It's still in there." -She breathlessly whispered, excitement betrayed by her voice- " I did touch myself, and to be honest, I need to." -She gently swayed her legs, mindlessly spreading and closing them.-

"You won't have to wait for long. I'll start the app and will drive home. Be a good girl and wait for me to come home. Do /not/ touch yourself, no matter how hard you want to. I will do it for you when I'm home, ma'am. Understood?" -She moaned her answer- "Good. See you soon."

He hung up the phone, pressed play on the app, and drove off to their home.  Phoenix felt it, the first vibration inside her. It made her whimper, and she first spread her legs in a weak attempt at feeling the vibration better.  Instinctively, she tried to close her legs and yanked her head back. Expletive curses escaped her lips in an uninterrupted torrent of words. She quickly grabbed the couch; her knuckles turned white as she held tighter and tried to hold back her moans. She knew she would be loud and first tried to keep quiet, so the moment would be hers and hers only, but it quickly proved to be impossible to do. "Fuck..." She groaned, her hips moving on their own, bucking into the air as if she would be met with his body. She rolled her hips, as if she were riding his cock, the vibration proving to be too much for her to handle.  Her toes curled, digging into the couch while her mouth opened, her plump lips allowing her loud moans to escape. "Fuck... Officer Flynn! It's not fair; you make me want to ride your cock, and you're not there." She cursed again, her hips going faster as the toy vibrated faster. 

Her body was no longer hers; her pleasure depended entirely on his whim. Phoenix enjoyed it. To be unable to touch herself, to let him pick the pace and intensity of the app (and he always chose the program that left her guessing. It would start slow (or fast), softly (or hard), and would alternate between the two at an unpredictable pace. She could never anticipate it, never knew what to expect, and ultimately, would always end up a fucking mess. He forbade her to touch herself, so she could not cup and squeeze her breasts, could not play with her nipples that started to harden, nor could she rub her pussy, play with her clit until her body was a wet mess. That added pressure to her, an increased desire for more than just the vibrations inside her. It made her pliable, needier, and restless until he came home. That was what Marc wanted: to drive her to that point where she would throw herself at him as soon as he opened the door. 

After a while, the toy went harder and faster, leaving her with no other choice but to slide her fingers into her mane and hold fistfuls of honey hair. She opened her legs as wide as she could and turned her head to the side, her moans now echoing through the living room.  It felt as if he was pistonning her, and she wished she could hold onto him; she wished she could look into his blue eyes as he pounded into her. She wished he could dirty talk to her, treat her like the needy little slut she was, but he was not there, and she could not touch herself in any way that actually mattered or help. Frustration grew inside her, enmeshed with pleasure as the toy was hitting the right spots, forcing moans out of her chest and turning her on even more. She was so wet that her juices seeped out of her and started to dampen the couch. Her nipples were hard now, as hard as pebbles, thick and gorgeous underneath her top. Her right fingers released her hair and quickly found their way into her mouth. Her index and middle fingers first, quickly joined by the ring finger. That helped. For a moment she could focus on sucking these fingers. 

But it did not take long for her to want more. Her legs shook as an unpredicted orgasm washed over her. Damnit! The toy was so good that it made her cum, She could only cry and watch her juices squirt on her booty shorts and the couch. She could only watch her body jump a bit, and her hips buck against the air. She could only slip off the couch and find herself on the floor.  She managed to set herself straight; one arm lay on the small table while she was sitting on her heels,  legs wide open, her face flustered, her hair disheveled, and her clothes soaked with her juices. She was drooling a little bit on her chin, fingers still in her mouth as she desperately needed to suck on something. "A cock... I need a cock inside me... Fuck...Please, Officer Flynn... I need your cock..."  Her nipples were almost tearing her shirt apart; her pussy was now puffy and wet from her juices, glistening in that devouring need for a cock to stretch it and brush against her sensitive place. The toy had slowed down- not just a pleasant buzz inside her to keep her wet and needy, but it was not what she wanted now. She needed deliverance. She needed...

The door opened to a grinning Marc. He heard her on his way to their (hers) apartment. He found her on the floor, and the light in her eyes was enough to tell him that Phoenix would not wait any longer. She crawled towards him, right as he stepped into the living room and got on her knees. Her hands started to stroke his thighs and quickly found their way to his bulge. He tried to make her slow down, but she was not listening to him. She wanted his cock. When he grabbed her face and forced her to look up at his face, Phoenix stopped trying to set his cock free and simply held onto his pants. She looked so good like that, pitiful, pathetically needy, horny beyond belief, and yet unable to touch herself. He noticed the disheveled hair, the saliva that ran down her chin, her hard nipples, and the wet stain on her boxers.  He could see desperation in her face, determination to get what she wanted as well, which was him, and a little bit of anger too. 

"How dare you forbid me to touch myself? Do you know how feral that makes me, uh?" -Rhetorical. Of course he knew. He wanted her to be like that. Marc chuckled at her cute, angry face. His free hand unfastened his belt.

"I know... But you've been waiting so long; I wanted to reward you a little bit. The toy is still buzzing, right? I won't stop it. I want you to be soaking wet for me, and to feel good while I give you this cock. You'll be a good girl for me, Ms. Rivers? Mmhhh?" -He unzipped his pants, pushed them down, along with his boxers, and finally set his cock free. 

Phoenix's eyes grew wide at the sight of his gorgeous cock. Thick, not fully erect but twitching already. Marc had been thinking of her. He was aroused, and she could tell by the way he drew his breath when she touched him. She could tell by the way his eyes were staring at her. He was hot and bothered, and so was she.  He swatted her hand away from his cock and took it himself, with his left hand while his right one held a fistful of her honey hair and yanked it back, forcing her to look at him. Those blue eyes of hers, full of unrestrained desire, full of the sweet reproach of a needy woman, were staring at him. 

“Stop playing with me.” She warned, her teacher’s voice back in full force. “I don’t have the patience to endure it right now.” 

“Oh yeah? I think you aren’t hungry enough for that cock.” A tease. A grin that had curled up his face.

He knew damn well she had lost the last shred of patience she had. But she played along since there was nothing she could /do/ to make a change. Before  Phoenix could protest, he guided his tip on her face. He laid it against her cheek. Instantly, Nix tried to turn her head to lick his length, but he removed it before she could.  Frustrated, Nix furrowed her brows and pouted. Marc grinned and gently rubbed his tip against her soft cheek. Then moved it over her lips but made sure she could not open her mouth to lick him.  He simply went for the other cheek; he rubbed, marked with his scent and his cock. 

“Marc! Please!” 

“Please, what?”  He teased her again. Rubbing his cock against her lips before lifting it up, and keeping her head yanked back so she couldn’t try to lick his cock.  She started to pant and grunt. “Come on, Ms. Rivers. Use your words.” He spoke authoritatively.  It made her pussy quiver, and she nodded frantically. The teacher moaned and opened her mouth. She stuck her tongue out, her hips still rolled in the air, and her hands held onto his thighs. 

"Please, Officer  Flynn,  give me your  cock.  I will do anything to suck on it, choke on it, inhale it. Please..."

"Is that what you want, Ms. Rivers? Is this the big cock you wanted to suck? Keep that tongue out and don't close your mouth. Understood?" -She nodded and kept her tongue out. Marc then slapped his cock onto her awaiting tongue.  He pushed his cock in her mouth,  then pulled away and repeated it a couple of times before he grunted the order to close her mouth on his cock. - "Come on, close those lips around my cock like the good girl you are. Yes, like that,  I'll feed you more of my cock, and you will take it all." He pushed his cock into her mouth at a slow and steady pace. She took deep breaths and relaxed as his cock slid into her throat.  She looked up at his face, brows knitted up as he finally filled her throat, and her nose brushed against his pelvis. 

(part 3)She relinquished control, trusted Marc enough to be able to handle it, and he could tell by the way her eyes stared at him and her brows knitted that she was right where she wanted to be. Her throat was snug, wet, and warm. It made his cock twitch inside, and Marc growled his pleasure. Fuck that felt good! Phoenix felt so good. It took everything in the cop not to thrust into her and create the friction that would get him hard. It took him everything to just relish in the pleasant warmth of her throat. Only when she started to gargle a bit from growing discomfort did Marc pull away from her mouth, his tip still linked to her tongue by saliva.  Phoenix breathed in what felt like a first breath after such a long time. She was still panting, hands still holding onto his thighs, nails sinking into his taut flesh.  Fuck! Her plump lips, wet from saliva, were so inviting.

"Use my mouth, Officer Flynn... Come on. You were doing so good." -She urged him.-

He released her hair and tugged at her shirt, so she could pull it up and expose her breasts for him. She understood what he wanted without Marc needing to voice his command and pulled her T-shirt up, setting her heavy breasts free from the fabric. Marc groaned and pushed his cock back into he rmouth. This time she was the one trying her best not to simply go and suck him. She waited for his permission instead. Marc was glad that she kept her mouth open, so he could resume pushing his cock in and out of her mouth for a while before finally releasing his cock, grabbing her head, and commanding her to wrap her pretty lips around his cock so he could finally fuck her mouth. She eagerly complied, blue eyes still staring at him while the cop's hips swayed back and forth. He was properly fucking her mouth now, and she was letting him do as he pleased with her. The steady buzz of the toy sent shivers down her spine, and she could feel her juices soak her shorts even more. Sometimes, Marc would allow his right hand to grab her breast and give it a squeeze; sometimes he would pull on her nipple while his hips worked her mouth. 

Her saliva dribbled down her chin as she took the brunt of his thrusts in her face. Her moans were almost seeping out of her lips, the sound muffled by his thick meat sliding in and out of her mouth. She was messy, and happy. He felt her fingers sink deeper into his skin, almost breaking it as pleasure was overwhelming her, and for a moment, Marc wanted nothing more than to selfishly use her mouth until he came inside. It would be so easy, so tempting to do that, but he knew the teacher needed to be fucked, so he stopped as soon as he was rock hard. Marc pulled away from her face, his cock wet from her saliva, some dripping onto the floor, and her lust-blown gaze set up on him. Instinctively, she put her index and middle finger back in her mouth and resumed sucking. 

"Get on all fours, ass up and face down. You've been a good girl, so I think it's time I give you a proper fucking, Ms. Rivers." 

The glee on her face made Marc smile as he watched Phoenix pull her shorts and underwear down her thighs. She then pulled on the string attached to the egg to pull it out and dutifully placed it on the small table in front of the couch. She then turned around and set herself on all fours. Her legs were spread wide, so she could push her ass up and lean her cheek against the floor. Marc licked his bottom lip at the sight of her glorious ass put on display for him. He could see how aroused she was by the look at her puffy pussy, glistening with her juices. Her pretty puffy little pussy that only waited for his cock to come and stretch it. He got on his knees; his hands started to stroke her ass in a caress that was less to admire that ass and more to cup a feel. It was a way for him to touch her, to remind him that it was true and she was his. She was /his/. He grabbed his wet, twitching cock and rubbed his tip up and down her awaiting pussy. 

Marc then pushed it inside her in a slow thrust. She groaned her pleasure and gasped as he bottomed out inside her in that one thrust. She was so wet, so welcoming that it was not a struggle to feed her his whole cock. Phoenix moaned softly and braced herself for the delicious friction between them, but Marc did not move. Surprised at first, the teacher did not move. Her eyes shifted from left to right as she hoped he would start fucking her, but nothing. He did /not/ move. He did not? Confused, the teacher propped herself on her arms and then her hands, lifting her top off the floor. It helped her move her top freely, and she turned her head and upper body to have a good look at him. Her face was filled with disbelief at his inaction.

"Why aren't you moving, Officer Flynn?" - her voice was still soft, still submissive, but he could hear the sound of frustration.

"I wanted to feel you." - A truth. A taunt-

"You have already felt me long enough." -Impatience- "Come on, move." -An order....a plea-

"You don't get to tell me what to do, Ms. Rivers. I am still in charge."

"Fuck..No! You have to move. You have to fuck me." -Frustration was growing, and seeing as he did not move, she could not help but start to push back on him. Marc watched her ass bounce against his pelvis. He watched it ripple and smack his skin in a dry sound. He watched her breasts jiggle from her movement and felt the urge to grab them. Instead, he stood still, still trying to watch her frustration grow even bigger-

"Impatient, are we, Ms. Rivers?"

"Fuck you, Officer Flynn." -She said with a bite in her voice. Her angry, scrunched-up face was so cute in a moment like this that Marc couldn't help but chuckle at her. The friction she was desperate to recreate felt good, and it was becoming harder for Marc not to join her. "Fuck you for putting it in and not moving when you know I need you to fuck me!"

She groaned, furrowed her brows, and pushed harder. She had taken a hard and steady pace, bouncing her ass back onto his cock with force as if she wanted to punish him. God, she was hot! She felt so good wrapped around his cock like that. Marc was fighting his own urges, amused at how she was fucking him with anger and frustration. He loved her eyes, the intense gaze she had on, the way she was biting at her bottom lip while she was trying to fuck him hard. Her mouth cursed, shamelessly so, as she spoke like she was his teacher berating him for a bad grade. 

"You say that, but look at you right now. mmhh Fucking me hard all by yourself." -His voice was less strict, a little bit more bratty as he was now talking to her like he was her student. Somehow, when she was talking in her teacher's voice, it turned him on even more. When she was impatient like that, speaking with such authority, he loved it even more.

(part 4) "Aahhhh... You're a lazy boy! You know damn well I want you to fuck me hard. I wa...Haannnn... I want...Haan.. I want to be filled by your cock. Deeper! haaan... Harder!!!  But you won't give it to me. You naughty boy! So... So... Naughty! I need to... Teach you a lesson!" 

She groaned and tried to go faster. She bounced on him as hard as she could. Her moans filled the air, and she kept looking at him, her gaze going from angry to desperate. He still did not move, and she was growing even more frustrated by his inaction. He did not even touch her. He did not hold her waist or grab her ass or any other part of her body for that matter, and it was so frustrating she was on the verge of crying. He could not watch it go on any longer, especially not when she was frustrated to the point that her face was red, her eyes were welling up. Pleasure was on the verge of genuine distress, and he did not want her to feel as if he didn't want her. So he gave her a hard slap on her ass.

Now, now... that's a very wild accusation against me, Ms. Rivers. I want to give it to you. I just wanted to see for myself just how bad you wanted it. Now that I have seen it, there is no more reason for me to keep you waiting. I do like how you beg, so how about you beg me for that cock? Speak, Ms. Rivers. Use your words and beg for that cock like I know you can."

"Mmmhhhhh Yeah... Please... Officer Flynn... I beg of you to keep fucking me. I need... I need that cop's big cock to fill me up good. Please! I need... aahh... I need that officer's cock deep into that little pussy. Please.. Haan... Been wanting it for days... Been needing it for fucking days. Please. I need you to pound that shit, pound it. Pound it until it's a fucking mess. I need... I need... I need you. I need you, please... Please fuck me like the slut I am, Officer Flynn! Fuck me like the slutty little freak I am. Haaaan, always needing your cock inside me, always needing something in my mouth, I could not wait for you to undress; I was already on my knees waiting for you to give me your cock. Haan... Aaaahhh! Yes!!!!" 

He pulled away while she was talking and slammed right back into her when she was not even done talking. He could not wait any longer. He had to have her. Phoenix dropped her head a little bit. She shut her eyes and moaned louder as Marc went hard on her. He didn't even give her time to adjust, and with a hand on her waist to help guide her body, the cop pulled her onto his cock while he pushed forward. He set up a brutal and fast pace and watched her body jiggle, Phoenix barely holding it together as he was finally giving her what she so desperately wanted. Her moans were loud. They reverberated against the walls of the living room as he pistonned into her

Is that what you wanted?  uh? Is this that big cock you wanted, Ms. Rivers? You're so fucking wet, so tight around me. You like that big cock, uh? You like when I take you deep like that, uh?" She moaned louder, her voice now a little strained because she did not stop moaning.  " Yeah? You're so naughty, Ms. Rivers, so needy! You practically threw yourself at me to suck my cock. You like sucking cocks, uh? You like keeping your mouth busy and full, mmhh? My god, your pussy feels so good. Come here."

He thrusted hard into her and bottomed out inside her pussy. She gasped as he pulled her back. He sat on his heels and made her lean against his chest. His left hand grabbed her breast, and he planted several kisses on her neck, her cheek, her nose. He gently whispered to her, in a softer voice, "Let me kiss you." She moaned and nodded softly. He pressed his lips to hers, enjoying her delicious taste, the one he could not get tired of. He licked her lips, and she opened her mouth to deepen their kiss. Her hips moved up and down at a slower pace.  Her right hand moved to her pussy. She rubbed her clit in slow circles, and her other hand moved up and behind her head so she could slide her fingers into his head and stroke his head. 

"That's right. That's right. Haaan... Haaan, I love your cock. I love your fucking cock. It's so deep inside me.... Officer Flynn! You feel so good. I am so full of your cock, so full... I love it! I love it! I love fucking you like th---Shit! Shit! fuck me... Fuck me... Fuck my tight little pussy... Fuck your slutty teacher, like that... haaan... Shit... I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum again... I'm gonna cum on your big cock."

"Yeah? Yeah? Go ahead! Cum on my fucking cock... Cum on that big cock that drives you crazy. Uh? The one you cried for. Mmhh? Come on, do it for me, gorgeous. Cum for me." -He cupped her other breast and started to knead both with a firm grip.-

His hands felt so good on her; his fingers expertly pulled on her nipples, his tongue played with hers, and he groaned between their lips as she went faster on him. She went harder, faster, and while riding him, she finally reached her peak. She did not stop jumping on him but slowed down. Her fingers stopped rubbing her clit, and she stopped kissing him and fed him her fingers. Marc eagerly sucked on them while he picked up the pace. He needed his release. He needed to cum inside her and selfishly fucked her harder.  He was still sucking her fingers, but both his hands were now holding her waist. He watched her body bounce on him, her curves jiggling all over the place. 

She was so beautiful. So damn beautiful that he did not know what luck brought them together. He did not know what he did to deserve her, but he would be damned if he did not enjoy her and appreciate the moment spent with her.  She removed her fingers from his mouth and put both hands on his thighs to keep her balance while he went harder on her. He came after a while, shooting rope after rope of his white seed inside her snug little womb. He came out in a loud groan and a curse. His head went hot white as the only thing he wanted was to lose himself into her. He wanted to lose himself to the moment. She moaned with him, enjoying his pleasure and still riding hers. She was right where she wanted to be. Right with who she wanted to be with.  She gasped and dropped her head. He planted several kisses on her shoulder and the back of her neck. 

"I love you." -She whispered with a warm voice-

"I love you too." -He said in the softest voice he could muster-

You can't love me more than I do. I love you to the moon and back." -She grinned and twisted a bit her chest to be able to look at him. "I love you more than life itself." -She scrunched up her face in her famous smile and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

"How can I compete with that?" -He chuckled and kissed her back. He smiled at her cuteness and wrapped his arms around her waist to pull her into a hug. His chin rested against her shoulder, and he closed his eyes. "Do you feel better?"

"Yeah... I'm not done yet, but I need a short break. Do you want to drink something?"

"Yeah, water, but for now I want to keep holding you for a moment." 

She positively hummed, and they stayed in a gentle embrace together. She was happy right there. So happy with Marc in ways she could not express. But she was.  They were. 

-TBC-

GOT smut; A tease of a princess

"You liked torturing me today, Princess?" - Jaime's raspy voice sent shivers down her spine as he whispered in Baahal's ear.-

Westeros' rules about Betrothal and chastity were well-known to Jaime Lannister. He was raised on these rules and knew what to do or say when the situation arose. He was used to suppressing his true thoughts and emotions from public scrutiny so they would not stain his family's reputation. Tywin Lannister personally trained his children and made sure that none of them would become the laughing stock of the Seven Kingdoms like his father was. So Jaime knew to keep his distance with the Princess when they were in public. He knew to ignore the not-so-subtle tease she sent his way or even feigned to ignore the innuendos she threw his way when they were talking in public. In itself, resisting the Princess was a holy mission that could have given him sainthood, given how stubborn and relentless she was with him. 

How was he supposed to keep his composure when the princess with devastating beauty was dressed in see-through fabric that exposed yet covered her sinful curves? How was he supposed to keep his composure when she wore dresses that exposed her soft back, her smooth legs, or any other part of her body he wanted to kiss and worship? How was he supposed to keep his composure when she whispered in his ear how naughty she was earlier that day? She would tell him with great detail how useless her fingers were that day. How tight and wet her pussy felt around her fingers and how she needed something bigger to stretch her out and fill her up. How could he fucking resist the Princess when she was hot and bothered and only he knew of it? Baahal would positively burn him with her incandescent amethyst gaze. She would look at him with a hunger he had rarely experienced. A hunger for /him/. A hunger that many men would kill for. 

"I would have gone even further if you did not excuse us from our guests." -She whispered, slender hands cupping his square and mature face.-

Baahal was so young, so impossibly beautiful, and his! She was his. Her fuck-me eyes were only for him; her raspy voice, heavy breathing, and slight fever were all for him. She could hide it well from others who were not familiar with the young woman, but Jaime was. He knew what her gasps meant, the sound of her moans that were barely audible when she tried to muffle them. He knew the way she would run her fingers over the back of her neck and nonchalantly rest it there while her chest heaved up and down, as if she wanted to be touched.  Perhaps the most obvious behaviour that betrayed her arousal was her rolling her hips on her seat, effectively pressing her sensitive mound against it.  His princess needed attention, and that night was no different from the others when she was in heat. 

Baahal danced. A sure sign that she was uninhibited that night. She would dance not like a princess who memorized steps but like a courtesan. She wanted to seduce Jaime. She wanted to entice him, so she danced with this intent. He watched, with his trained, detached facial expression, while his heart was pounding deep against his ribcage. She could not sit still once her dance was over. She had to sway her hips, bite back moans, twirl her hair, and run her hand over her neck. She had to hold eye contact with Jaime and smile mischievously. What a firecracker! he felt his cock twitch more than once just by watching her. He caught himself staring way too intently, his emerald eyes alight like two twin fires. He caught himself licking his bottom lip and prayed the gods she would not taunt him any further. 

"You would have pushed me to the edge. I would have ended fucking you right there and then. What a shameless little thing you are, Princess." -He cooed while his good hand frantically searched under her dress and found the dripping heat between her legs. Jaime felt her sticky juices coat his fingers as he started to rub her folds.-

That night, after being so far away from her knight, the Princess mingled with the guests. She joined conversations, hopping from one table to another to greet those invited by the crown. Her goal was to get closer to Jaime, and soon enough, after agonizingly long minutes, she was finally there. The knight had to bite his inner cheek just to make sure he wasn't dreaming or dead. Baahal was so beautiful with her little see-through dress and silver jewels. She looked like a goddess who descended on Earth. An impossible beauty with curves he had not seen among princesses and queens. Perhaps it was the customs, perhaps they simply minded what they ate, but Jaime had never seen curves like Baahal's among the noble families. The young woman had generous curves that were fighting to be contained in her dress. Curves he was lucky enough to see in their full glory, jiggling all over the place when he was fucking her. Curves he wanted to touch again, lick, bite even...

She came to him with a soft grin and eyes that promised a torrid night by her side when the guests were gone. She was talking to the knight next to her, Golden Lion, all the while exposing her neck and running her hand over her delicate skin. He caught it: the uneven breathing, hot and labored,  the wet and intense purple eyes she set upon him through furtive glances. And then she finally tiptoed just so her sugary lips could talk to him. He could feel goosebumps cover his arms and neck as she whispered to his ear. The delicious scent of roses filled his nostrils and titillated the knight, hard enough for him to want to take her. There was something about Baahal, something he could not pinpoint exactly, that made him go feral with her. She looked innocent (and was not when it came to the skin business, yet she was still discovering life with eyes full of wonder sometimes); she had the most kissable lips of the whole Seven Kingdoms, lips he wanted to possess but could not because of the rules. She had expressive big purple eyes that never failed to capture his attention. And she was crass! And she was not prim and proper like princesses ought to be.

# I am sure you saw me touch myself all night long. If I could, I would have lifted my dress and rubbed my little cunt for all to see, especially you.# Jaime did not reply; he simply swallowed a hard lump. It prompted her to continue #I wanted your fingers tonight. I wanted my Golden Lion to work on opening me up for his cock, with his strong and big fingers reaching deep inside me. I wanted him to feel how warm and wet I am tonight. To see for himself just how needy this little princess cunt is for him. Do you think he would like it? mmhh?# 

#Yes, Princess. He would.# Was all Jaime allowed himself to say. He watched her smile and then bite her bottom lip with her perfect pearly teeth. He watched her wrap her arms around his bigger one and keep whispering to his ear.  Seven Hells!

#Do you think he would have liked sucking on my breast while squeezing the other?  I wanted to ride him, to feel his strong arm wrap around my waist while his good hand would play with my tits. I wanted to feel his cock twitch because it felt my cunt squeeze tighter. I wanted him to take me, after I teased him all night long and after I rode him slowly. I wanted him to pound into me, to feel his hips move up and bury his cock deep inside. Do you think he would have liked it, my Golden Lion?#

She felt him tense at her words; his body temperature rose as he wanted to give anything he had to just do as she wanted. What a vixen, what a naughty and crass princess. She knew exactly what she was doing and still kept going. She knew exactly...  he swallowed a lump and tried to focus on the guest who was talking to him, but Baahal was having none of it. She was acting like a brat, refusing to let him focus on his duties as a knight, and it was working. 

"We don't have much time, Princess. The party is not over, and you still have to entertain guests." -He kissed her, or rather, returned all the quick kisses she was giving him, his hand steady, still rubbing her puffy lips in circular motions.-

"Then do your knightly duty, my betrothed. I need to cum, and only you can help me with that."

"Oh, so you're using me?" He said, bemused. She shook her head, hands holding onto his shirt. She then nodded.-

"Yes. Please. I beg of you. If you don't help me, everyone would know that your Firecracker is horny, and they would want to have a piece of me. In my state of mind, it's very dangerous." She reasoned. 

It sent a jolt up his brain. Jaime let out a possessive grunt and slowly knelt on the floor. No one was allowed to see Baahal this vulnerable because he knew they would try to take advantage of her. They would try to fuck his princess whether she was conscious of it happening or not. He saw them all with their predatory stares, the unmistakable musk they exuded from watching her dance. He saw them lick their lips, adjust their pants, and the worst of them wanted nothing more than to get her drunk so they could take advantage of her, while the rest of them wanted Baahal to realize that Jaime Lannister could not satisfy her like they could, so she would change her mind. 

So the knight used his maimed arm to help her leg up so it could rest on his shoulder. The princess blushed and bunched up her dress and pressed it against the apron of her belly to give her knight more access to her willing and waiting cunt.  His tongue lapped up the soft and wet folds, and Jaime moaned at how good that felt. He didn't waste any second and kept licking the Princess's sweet cunt with his hungry tongue.  She barely held herself together and used her free hand to hold onto the balcony so she wouldn't fall apart.  Jaime secured her leg with his maimed arm, preventing her from ever closing it and hiding her soft peach from him. He had to have her, to devour her. His good hand squeezed her ass, possessively grabbing onto it so the princess would remember it was his. His tongue, however, did not relent its assault on her poor horny cunt. 

She was so wet, and her clit was growing harder against the nose he had pressed to it. Jaime grunted, and the princess tried to muffle her moans and managed to keep them only to his ears.  "That's my Golden Lion... nnhhhh... eating me cunt so good like that... haaaaa... It's yours. My love. Yours...haan..." He quickly allowed his tongue to slide into the princess so he could fuck her with it. It was still better than nothing. Still turning him on like she could not believe, and for a moment, the knight was happy that he wore loose-fitting pants so it could not be seen.  Her moans were music to his ear, and the Knight kept sucking and licking her pussy, drooling a bit because she was so wet and she was humping his face now, wanting more than just his tongue. He released her ass and moved his finger to her clit. 

The princess lost all of her composure when the knight finally rubbed her clit. The princess was quickly coming undone by the skilled tongue of her knight. Jaime did not stop, not even to talk to her through it like he sometimes did. He was intoxicated with her scent, her taste, the juices making a mess of his face. He wanted to hear her moan and writhe against him. How scandalous that was, to have the princess of the seven kingdoms being eaten out in a balcony where anyone could walk in and see. How shameless was she to be tongue-fucked like that, by an older man who wore the scars of war on his body. Yet that was exactly what turned her on. To have Jaime Lannister, a veteran knight whose body told a story, touch and own her body like that. He was the only one able to make her lose her mind like that. The only one able to make her lose strength in her legs. The only one who made her almost scream so the whole world and the gods could listen to them. She gave in to him and came hard. Her warm juices squirted on his face, and Jaime kept drinking from her. He kept swallowing the evidence of their passion, and it was glorious to watch. It was incredible to experience, and it was his. 

And she was his. 

-TBC-

DDBA: into the fire -smut-

DDBA: into the fire -smut-

Matt and Hayley were now lying on the mattress,  sweaty bodies entangled in a warm embrace. His hand was lost in her thick black mane, and his lips were pecking her forehead with soft kisses. Her left hand was mindlessly and absently stroking his chest, and she nuzzled the crook of his neck. Matt was happy that they managed to have a serious conversation. It had been a while since he had a heart-to-heart with someone, and the man without fears realized that it brought him some peace of mind. He could be himself with Hayley, without judgment or anguish. He could enjoy a peaceful moment in a place he knew was safe from the AVTF and Fisk's other goons. Here, in this room, there was nothing but the soft and steady heartbeat of the beautiful woman by his side. 

"Matt.... I want you to see me." -He nearly choked upon hearing her words, and before he could crack some wise words at her, she quickly added- "I mean, with your hands. I know that you have to touch things to see them. I wanted you to touch my face, so you could see me."

"Why?" -Not one to object to such a request, Matt shifted on the bed so he could tilt his head towards her and give her space to move her head at ease.  He then gently brought his hand to her belly-

"I used to belong to the H.A.N.D ever since I was born. No one has really seen me, and I want to be remembered as who I was. I want to have someone on this Earth who can say that they know me and can talk about me when I am long gone." - She was hopeful, and he could tell by the heartbeats that she was being sincere-

"Lee... I'm sorry that sounded really sad." -He gently slid his hand from her belly to her heart. He felt her take a deep breath, and she swallowed a lump-

"You can't blame me for never having had a life, can you?" She chuckled and placed her hand on top of his. He did not move; instead, he waited for her to bring his hand to her face- "I don't intend to die, Matt. I want you to remember me, please."

"Of course." -She closed her eyes and brought his large hand to her cheek.-

Matt cupped her cheek and felt her chest heave up and down. He picked up the sound of her swallowing hard, but his touch was gentle, certain, and precise. His fingers delicately traced the soft lines of her cheeks. She had a lovely round face, with high cheekbones and soft skin. He let his fingertips explore her plump lips,  trace the lines of her large nose that suited her face, and finally slid his fingers into her thick, coily mane. Her hair was soft, thick, and long. She did not move an inch from where she was, and he felt it. So he cupped her cheek and stroked it with his thumb. 

He then gently shifted on the bed and leaned on his arm. Her blue eyes stared at his face, in search of a hint of disgust or disappointment, and found none. Matt smiled at her and then pressed his lips to hers in a soft kiss. She moaned into the kiss and closed her eyes. His kiss was electric, sending shivers down her spine. She let her hand run through his hair and held a fistful of his hair. He groaned into her touch and kissed her with renewed intensity. He rolled on top of her, and she welcomed him between her legs.  His kisses became even more feverish, and his hips started to grind into her. It elicited a moan from the woman who wrapped her arms around his shoulders. 

"Wait.... Wait, Matt... Before we go off the rails and lose focus on what I requested, can you finish what you started?" -She silently thought to herself that she wanted to hear his thoughts about her face. Why did she make such a big deal of it? She did not know, but she wanted them to go through with it before they gave in to their lust-

"Right.... Right... I'm sorry. I got carried away. I could not resist your beautiful face."

"Beau---Beautiful?" -She repeated with a hint of disbelief in her voice.=

Matt lifted a brow, surprised by her sudden shyness. Did she not know how beautiful her features were? Matt's fingers helped him portray her in his mind. Her features were delicate, definitely African as well. Her face was soft, her features were round, soft, and he found himself stroking her plump lips.  He positively hummed and rubbed his nose against her face.

"Yes. You're beautiful, Hayley. I love your soft features, your nose especially. It's so lovely and curvy. I love your plump lips, your coily hair, your soft skin..." -He interspersed his words with kisses and resumed grinding against her.-

The delicious friction between their legs was sending shivers down her spine. She was feeling desire stir up in her loins. She hugged him and buried her face in the crook of his neck while she pressed kisses to her forehead.  He groaned, feeling his cock twitch and the growing desire to be inside her strangle him. Matt and Hayley both panted, but he stubbornly kept humping her until she gave him more space to manoeuvre. He groaned louder and slightly pulled away from her so he could grab his length and rub his tip against her entrance.  She licked her bottom lip upon feeling his tip rub harder against her wet slit. She wanted more.  He slowly pushed his cock past her folds. It made her wince a little and yank her head back. Oh, that brush felt good. She cooed and knitted her brows harder as the urge to feel more of him became stronger. Matt pushed until half of his length was inside her before he pulled away and pushed back in, creating a soft but steady friction between them.  She cursed under her breath and closed her eyes while her fingers sank into his strong shoulders.

"Matt... Haaaan... You feel so good."

"Christ, Lee.... You're so wet for me."

She was. She welcomed him so easily inside her that  Matt groaned at the delicious friction between them. He grabbed one of her thighs and leaned on his arm to support his body while he pounded into her. She moaned and closed her eyes and stroked the back of his head and his shoulders. They fell into a steady pace, where they both moved at the same pace and with the same passion. He could not help but want more of Hayley, more of her heat, more of her wetness, more of her passionate cries. He wanted to feel her and lose himself in the moment, in her. 

"Matt.... Haaaan.... Matt..." -She cried out, sinking her nails into the hard skin of his shoulders- 

"Yes! Nnnghhh... Yes! Lee... Christ!" -He groaned louder and pressed a kiss to her lips-

Matt then slowly got on his knees with both hands holding onto her waist. He lifted her hips up to take her deeper, and she brought her fingers to her mouth. She bit them, hard, in an attempt to muffle her sounds with more or less success. She sank her head into her pillow and rolled her eyes deep into her skull as he was hitting the right spots inside her. The sound of skin slapping against skin became louder, and their bodies slowly worked up some sweat. Fuck! It felt good. Matt felt good inside her. She was so wet, so hot, that the delicious friction between their legs drove her over the edge.

"Matt.... I'm gonna... I'm gonna.."

"Don't hold it. Cum for me... Lee..." -He groaned and went harder on her.

She came undone without a warning, fingers digging harder into his arms while she shut her eyes tightly. He felt it, and not so long after, Matt followed and reached his climax as well. He released her legs and fell on top of her. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pressed a kiss to his temple.  He then rolled off her and lay on his back. Matt was catching his breath; his chest heaved up and down at a fast pace as he was regaining his composure. She took a deep breath and turned her head to the side so she could have a good look at his face. He was handsome, and she noticed her heart beating faster. Her cheeks were darkened and felt like they were burning from blushing so hard. Matt lifted one hand to grab the pillow, 

"Thank you, Matt." -He turned his head towards her and smiled at her.- "For touching my face." - She closed the distance between them and  leaned her head against his shoulder-

"You asked so nicely, how could I say no to such an adorable voice like yours?" -He grinned- "Besides, it was something I would have done for myself. I wanted to know what you looked like. I wanted to memorize every line, every crease, and every curve of your face. You are gorgeous, Hayley, and I love your face. I love how warm and soft you are. I love the way your hair feels on my fingers, and I love the way you laugh. You have a beautiful voice I love to listen to, and a very warm laugh too. You smell like Jasmine, and I have to say, it's a scent I really can't get out of my head."

"Careful, Mr. Murdock. If I did not know any better, I would have thought you were in love with me."

She grinned and wrapped her arm around his waist. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and kept her pressed to his chest. He smiled but decided not to add fuel to the fire. Yes, he still had feelings for Heather, but he could not deny his growing affection for Hayley.  It wasn't love, not yet, but he definitely wanted to keep seeing her. Matt's ears and cheeks blushed, and he was grateful for their position that made it impossible for her to see him blush. She buried her face against his chest and whispered. 

"It feels good to hear such beautiful words said about me. It feels even better to know that someone would remember me no matter what comes after." -Her tone became somber as she was thinking about her next action. 

Matt knew that she was eager to put an end to the AVTF. He was practically certain she wanted to kill Officer Powell, and he wanted to stop her from trying this stunt. She claimed she wanted to turn over a new leaf, and so far, she had not killed anyone. Her anger towards that violent man was such that Matt could feel her murderous intent.  He furrowed his brows. 

"Are you still trying to get Officer Powell?"

"He has to be stopped." -She furrowed her brows.- "At first, I wanted to bring him to justice, but then...I decided that he needed something more radical."

"We can't become the judge, jury, and executioner, Hayley. You have to trust the system."

"The same system that was bought by Fisk?" She pulled away and propped herself on her elbow.

"We have to believe that people would want a better life than the one Fisk is offering. People are angry, and they are no longer buying his lies." -He propped himself on his elbow as well-

"Are you serious, Matt? Do you honestly think that Officer Powerll would not escape retribution for his crimes? I hate him for everything he's done to our people, but also to his former girlfriend. You should have seen her at the shelter. She was bruised and battered. I took her to the hospital, and the poor thing barely survived that night. I promised her that this scumbag would never set foot in the shelter ever again. I intend to keep my word, Matt."

"And you can keep that promise without killing the man. Lee... You told me that you escaped the H.A.N.D because you wanted something different. You wanted to have a different life. Killing that man would only bring you back to when you were a foot soldier for the H.A.N.D."

"And do you think that he would stop terrorizing people the way he's doing right now? What has your mercy accomplished for this city?  You let Fisk live, and he's now terrorizing the city. You let Bullseye live, and he kept terrorizing the city.  Mercy is only going to cause more misery." -She furrowed her brows and then sat on the bed. 

"I understand why you lost faith in the system. I can understand why you lost faith in people. Mercy is an act of faith and an act of absolution. Lee... This is not for them. They had their chances, and they rejected them. This is for you. This is for me." -He cupped her cheek and gently stroked it with his thumb.-

"Do you really believe I could be redeemed? After all I did, the lives I took..."

"Yes. I believe that. We can be redeemed, but we have to extend grace to others, including ourselves. I know you want to kill Officer Powell, but I implore you to consider doing it the right way. Not because I am right, but because we have to try. We have to keep faith.  Alright?"

He felt her hot tears fall on his hand and wiped them off her face. She nodded her agreement and leaned her forehead against his. Marc knew that it would require a lot of determination from the woman and that turning over a new leaf would be a strong struggle. He comforted her with a warm hug and a renewed desire to help her. To see her. To care for her.

-TBC-

HUG: Welcome home, babygirl

Sara rummaged through her bag for her phone. She found it and quickly walked to the bed. She sat at the edge of the bed and searched through her contact list for Homelander's name. Should she call him? It made her pause for a minute. Homelander was quite a busy man; that much was true. Could she bother him with a call? A part of her didn't want to, in fear that it could distract him, but another part of her just couldn't wait. She had to talk to him. She had to hear his voice.  Sara put her phone against her chest and bit her bottom lip. She woke up with a burning desire for her boyfriend, and she knew that taking care of it on her own would not satiate her hunger. Instead, if she called him, this time it would help her feel satisfied. It was decided! She would call the only man in the sky! 

Sara decided to lie on her bed again. Her eyes were focused on the white ceiling, which would make it easier to lose herself in her fantasy. She let her free hand slowly move up from her thigh to her short shorts, to her belly, and her thin-strapped top. Her hair was crowning her face. It was spread all over the bed and pillows, and some rebellious strands fell on her chest. Since Starlighters and the Boys were becoming more vocal and more violent, Homelander was busy fighting them and therefore stayed more at the tower. Since she rarely went to the tower, Homelander being more keen to visit her home, she didn't have many opportunities to spend time with her baby. Distance was starting to take a toll on her, and Sara felt Homelander's absence more than she anticipated. She kept his clothes, just so she could smell him, but it did nothing if not make her want him some more.  She ended up calling him, determined to hear his voice and hopefully have him help her reach a powerful orgasm. 

"Babygirl." -His velvety voice reached out to her ears, and Sara blushed upon hearing Homelander's voice- "Are you alright?"

"No, baby!  I am not alright. I am restless and horny and you're not here." -the black freckled supe pouted. He chuckled and shook his head-

"Babygirl, you know that I can't be around because I ahve to deal with those cocksuckers. I want to be, trust me, I do. I just can't right now. How can I make it up to you?"

"I know, baby. I know. I'm not mad at you. How about we get hot on the phone? I want to finger myself while I hear your voice. Can you do that for me, baby? Can we have phone sex? Please, Homelander, please! I need it. I need you!"

He paused for a moment, considering her demand. Did he have some spare time to sit and enjoy listening to his girl touch herself and react to his voice? It was hot, new, but undoubtedly hot. He ran his hand through his blonde locks and walked in circles in his quarters. He was the Homelander and he could whatever the fuck he wanted. He hadn't seen his girl for quite some time now, and to hear her voice, her little whimpers, and the need that was suffocating her proved to be way too hard for him to fight against. The blonde supe decided to sit on the couch. He leaned into the couch, legs spread. 

"Alright, Babygirl. I am sitting and ready for you. You say you need me? I can't deny my girl now, can I? Where are you right now?"

"On our bed." -She replied in a gasp. Her legs opened and closed as she was getting cozy on the bed. Her heart made a little jump as she was anticipating his next question-

"What are you wearing?" -He asked, his voice husky and hot."

"Short shorts and a thin-strapped top. You know those blue shorts that cling to my ass and pussy mmhh? That short. And you?"

"You know me, baby girl. I'm always wearing my suit." -He groaned, his mind pictured her on that bed, wearing those very tight shorts that outlined her curves as if she were naked. - "Come on, Sara. You wanted me to tell you to get those fucking clothes off of you. I want you naked." -He commanded over the phone.-

"Unf...Yes, Homelander." -She put her phone on the pillow next to her ear and quickly removed her shorts and her top. He could hear the sound of fabric being wrinkled and tossed around.- "I'm done, baby. I'm naked." -She purred, her hand now stroking her soft belly.- 

"Good girl. Now I know you're already wet, baby, but why don't you take that hand of yours and use it to rub your little pussy? Yeah? Do that and tell me how wet you already are for me."

"unf... Okay..." -She moaned and let her hand slid down her belly so her fingers could start to press against her puffy pussy. She was wet already, had been from the moment she decided to place that phone call. Yet, hearing the voice of Homelander only fueled her arousal more, and she now had sticky fingers, coated with her slick from just a couple passes of her fingers over her folds- "OH... " He heard her whimpers as she touched herself, and it was enough to make him stroke his bulge. Fuck she was hot like that, needy for Homelander and not ashamed to voice it- "Baby.. I'm so wet, my fingers are all sticky from my juices..."

"Yeah? You're wet already? Little slut, you couldn't wait uh? You had to get all wet while I have to get myself ready for you. Spread that pussy with your fingers, spread it as if I was there, watching! Let me see you!" 

He commanded, a groan passed through his lips as his own touch was making him feel good. He could feel his cock twitch against the confines of his suit but he kept stroking through the fabric-Sara obeyed his command. Her fingers spread her puffy lips and then went further to also spread the little ones and expose her little holes. She panted and moaned his name.; It made Homelander groan and he could feel his cock grow and his pants tighten around him. He encouraged Sara with his grunts and slowly pushed his pants down so he could set his cock free. He let out a pleased sigh and grabbed the base of his cock with his gloved hand. Sara could hear him, and the sound of his voice sent shivers down her spine. She loved it

"Oh, Sara, I can see you. I'm sure you're well-spread for me. I'm sure I can see that wet little pussy and that tight little hole of yours. Is that the one you've been fingering all day, mmhh?" He asked, slowly rubbing his cock. Sara moaned and nodded.  She had spread herself as wide as she could, imagining the big blonde supe kneeling before her, hand wrapped around his cock as he was jerking himself off. She imagined her stare go down to his pelvis, so she could watch Homelander stroke his cock for her.

"Yes! Yes Homelander! I've been fingering my pussy all day but it doesn't work! It doesn't work because it's not you. My fingers aren't big enough!" She groaned and planted her feet into the mattress. She bent her knees and used her feet to push her hips a bit higher so she could have a better access to her pussy. "Haaan... I want to try again. I want to---" He could hear the wet sounds her folds made when Sara was brushing them with her fingers. He could imagine how she looked, soaked and needy. Her face flustered, and her eyes nearly cried from how needy she was. He loved her like that, when she wanted him and couldn't get enough of him. When she was whimpering and crying her frustration out like that. 

"Go ahead and finger that pussy for me, Babygirl. I want to hear you whimper because it feels good. I'll walk you throught it, don't worry." -She whimpered her approval and resumed rubbing her puffy cunt with her soaked fingers. He could hear it just fine. The Homelander looked at his cock, some beads of pre-cum already appeared on his crown. He passed his hand on top of it and started to smear his juices all over his cock. - "You look so good like that, baby. With your fingers on your pussy like that. I know you make the prettiest face right now! I know you look hot like that. Come on, I want you to slip your finger inside that wet little cunt for me. Can you do that, baby?" 

"Ah! Ooooh!  Homelander! I-- I--"

"I know, baby, I know. It's your finger, isn't it? You just slid one and you felt it stretch you already mmmhhh?" She positively hummed but kept fingering herself.- "Fuck, I wish I was there, baby so I could watch you finger yourself. Add another finger." -His breathing was hot and laboured. He was stroking himself harder and coated his hand with his precum. It was easier to stroke himself while he imagined Sara's spread legs and finger in her pussy. She complied and added another finger, making it two. "That's my good girl! That's it, Sara! Fuck your pussy, fuck it for me. Just like that! You look so good when you do that! Fuck! Baby! That's it! That's it!" 

"Ahhhhh!!! Haaaaan baby! Fuck it feels good! It feels so good! Uf... uf... I've got two fingers up my little pussy right now... haaan... Are-- Are you jerking off that big-- Big cock of yours?" -She managed to moan while her eyes were half-closed and staring at the ceiling.- 

Sara was happy. Hearing Homelander's voice sent shivers down her spine. He was talking to her ear, and that was enough to turn her on beyond belief. It felt as if he was whispering to her ear, as if he was right behind her and she was lying on his chest. She imagined his fingers instead of hers and the memories of how they felt in her tight cunt enhanced that little masturbation session.  She could hear him just fine, the sound of his hand making passes on his wet cock. The sound of his grunts and groans as he was enjoying himself. She could almost picture him jerking off behind her, with his length rubbing against her back. Oh, it was hot! It was so hot and she was blushing harder and fucking her wet little pussy harder as well.  He heard those wet sounds, and that encouraged him to go a little bit faster. 

"Yes! Yes, I am. I'm so nice and wet for you. I know you would have loved to suck on it, baby. You know how it looks when it's stretching your cheeks and her pretty little lips are wrapped around my dick. Unf... It would have been so much better if you were there, on your knees for me, looking up to my face with those big black eyes of yours! unf... You'd love that, wouldn't you? To suck and struggle on my cock.. unf.. struggle to swallow it whole." -that elicited a moan from the freckled face supe who arched her back and grabbed her breast. She held onto it hard while her index and third fingers were pulling on her nipple.-

"Shit! yes! yes! I would have loved it, baby! You know you can use my mouth anyway you like. You can use my body, fuck any holes you want... Haaaan... anyway you want it! Baby!  I would have sucked your cock right now. I would have choked on it. It's so big! It's so fucking big! I love it!" She yanked her head back- "I love it when it stretches my little throat! aaaah... fuck... I want it." -She cried out, eyes wet from unshed tears born out of frustration.- "I want your cock, Homelander... I'm craving it! I'm crying for it. Please, jerk it off faster, baby. I want to hear the wet sounds you make." She groaned, pulling harder on her nipple while she slowed down on her pussy, to be able to take it slower and harder. "Shit! That's a good spot!" She mumbled to herself, but he could hear it. He loved it when she was talking to herself, when she was enjoying her body like he did. It added a little Je-Ne-Sais-Quoi to the whole thing. He obliged her request and went faster, moving his phone just so it could be at the same level of his cock and record everything well. 

"That's it.. Listen to how wet your Homelander is for you. How fucking hard I am!" -He groaned and released his cock to stroke a bit his balls, imitating to the best of his abilities when she was the one who did that to him- "I can hear you cry out just fine. You're going harder now, aren't you? hard and slow uh?" -She mewled- "I knew you would. Such a naughty girl, Sara. Look at you! Look at you! Clenching your fingers, crying my name out. you want that cock to stretch your pretty little pussy don't you?" -She cried out positively-  "I know, I know. take your fingers out and suck on them. Taste yourself babygirl. taste yourself and tell me if you're lactating already. You must be given how many slutty sounds you're letting out."

Fuck he was driving her crazy with his words. Sara did as she was told and sucked on her wet fingers. She closed her eyes, savoring her taste and curling her fingers at the sensation and her strong aroma. She was wet, her pussy was holding tight onto her fingers and she could feel the first beads of milk starting to appear on her nipple. She sure was lactating for Homelander. She hummed her reply and squeezed her breast a little harder, now focused on helping her milk come out. 

"Baaaaby!" She groaned- "Oh, Baby! I wish you were here. I wish you could latch onto my nipple like you always do. Haaaaan!... My nipple is so hard, so thick... and milk is dribbling down my fingers. I wish you could come and drink from me! Haaaaan! Drink... me! I wish you could. haaan.. come and squeeze my titty for me. Ah!" She groaned again and closed her legs. "I'll do it on my own. I'll suck on my nipple like you would." -She announced-

Homelander moaned. He yanked his head back as shivers went down his spine and made his cock twitch harder against his palm. He was obsessed with Sara's breasts. Sure, they fit right into his fetish because she had thick nipples and produced milk, but there was more to it. He loved how big they were, how they barely fit into his large hand. He loved how soft and round they were, how heavy they felt against his palm. He was delirious as he remembered the taste of her milk against his tongue. He groaned and went faster on his cock. Sara's suction noises were pushing him to the edge. He could hear her drink her own milk and thought it was even hotter. Shit! she was hot! And the more she was doing things to herself, the more he wanted to fuck her. The problem was that he wasn't around. He couldn't fly to her apartment due to the situation with the boys. He couldn't just give up on everything to go fuck his girlfriend, but how he wished he could!  He heard her stop drinking her milk to catch her breath and she ran her hand back to her pussy so she could rub it. 

"I heard you babygirl. I heard you loud and clear! Did you like drinking your milk? " -She moaned a yes- "Did you spill some on your chin? Did you spill some on your belly?" -She moaned several "Yes" that fell off her lips like candies. He could hear her hand slap her wet pussy and grunted as he heard her whimper. She pressed her engorged clit and rubbed it harder.- "Oh, you're losing your mind, baby. I can tell. You want to finger yourself again, don't you? You want to feel my cock back in mmhhh?"

"I'm losing my mind, baby! I want to cum." She cried out, still rubbing her folds. "I want to cum, please! Please baby! Please come and fuck me. I need you to stretch my cunt. I need... you! I need you!" She could feel her tears pooling at the corner of her eyes. He could feel her rattled breath, the sound of the sheets shifting because of her. He had to help her get over the edge. He had to. So Homelander spoke to her. 

"I want you to slip two fingers back in, baby. I want you to feel how tight your pussy is. I want you to slide your fingers slowly... yes! Slowly, like that baby girl. Go slow, feel your tight walls clench around your fingers like my cock would. Oh, you like it, uh? You like when I stretch your little pussy, uh? When I make you feel stuffed! when you can’t do shit but take me! Yes! Yes, like that! take that pussy for me, baby. Take that pussy for me! take it hard! Fuck! Sara!"

Sara couldn't stop fingering herself. She couldn't stop pounding into her wet and warm little cunt and Homelander's encouraging words, grunts and groans were enough to push her over the edge. She came in a scream. That beautiful sound erupted from deep within her chest, and she soaked her fingers and hand, the sheets, her thighs... Her scream turned into pants and whimpers, and she managed to moan "Homelander", over and over again, and enough for him to join her in her climax. He came in his hand in a loud moan, coated his skin with his cum and grunted on the phone. Sara was crying, sniffling into her phone. 

"Baby.... baby, please come home. Come home okay? I need you here. I miss you.. I miss you so much..."

"I'll come back as soon as I can, Sara. I promise. I'll be back. I love you."

"I love you, too."

-TBC-

sexual intimacy: elpis edition

Girls and their sexual intimacy tics (spicy) 

Elpis: (WIP) 

* “Oh my king. Yes, my beloved.” She is submissive. However, she has a power play kink. She challenges Pride until he shows her who’s boss. 

* she loves saying « please. » especially when she wants to urge him to fuck her.  

* She is so horny for Pride. If her vessel couldn't contain herself, just imagine how the goddess feels.

* she loves it when he orders her around. Really loves it when he gives her commands. 

* she has a thing with being spanked. choked. trash talked. 

* when she’s about to cum she likes to tell Pride « I need to cum. Please.. let me cum. »  sort of a  request he has to grant her for her to cum.

* She is curvy and plump. Soft and so warm. 

* She loves to praise him. It turns her on so much. 

* She also loves being praised. It drives her even crazier. 

* Loves when he chokes her as they fuck. 

* Loves to beg for him as well.  But sometimes she would be a little brat and tell him she wants something instead of that she needs something. 

* She can be messy 

* She doesn’t mind being bound when she fucks. 

* She can’t hurt him so she goes all out. 

* He can’t hurt her either. 

* She wants to know how depraved he can be 

* Has really a thing with his fingers wrapped around her neck. when he's deep inside her and he chokes her, she's closer to the edge.

* She is loud and very vocal. 

* She is in a mood whenever he talks about a gruesome fight or the demise of their enemies

Sexual intimacy: Sara edition

Sexual intimacy:

Sara: (still discovering ) 

* “Oh baby!” Calls homelander baby.

* She speaks to him in the 3rd person sometimes «Your slut. » she likes to call herself that. 

* Is very sloppy and messy (milk dripping everywhere, her juices are everywhere, she drenches sheets, panties, and even him) 

* Can be hyper-focused on getting fucked / satisfying her lover. Sometimes it’s all she thinks about. 

* She is needy and has a strong appetite. She can calm down though.

* masturbation doesn’t satisfy her in the long run. 

* She loves to be in control of the most powerful man and has him wrapped around her nipples 😛 

* Loves being a slut. 

* She is so wet and so tight (seriously dripping wet and getting messy as soon as she’s horny. Tight too… but it’s not uncomfortable for her or homie) 

* Loves being told how good she feels.

* Is very soft and blushes a lot. 

* Likes to make a show of herself (lots of rubbing herself, fingering, and tasting herself in front of him)  

* she is a switch. 

* she loves to watch him fuck her pussy. 

* She is chubby and loves it!

* She praises homie a lot too

* He asked her to call him John.

* And it’s Homelander when he’s not in a good mood.

* she is turned on by their age gap.

* She loves when they fuck in semi-public places. And would never mind initiating or teasing him under the table. 

* She has taken a liking to choking and slapping and being physical with her homie to show her pleasure. She really pushes the envelope with him and is probably the roughest she’s ever been with anyone. 

* Calls him « good boy » when she feels like being in control

* Loves to be on top of him and to ride him.  She also loves to feel him deep inside her. 

* She fakes complaints about how big he is. He really is the biggest cock she ever had. And she’s a size queen! Loves to tackle bigger cocks than she used to have before. 

* She loves to feel helpless when she’s being fucked so the illusion of not being able to escape him when he fucks her turns her on like crazy. 

* She will always say “I’m losing my mind “ when getting closer to her climax. 

* She loves it when Homie pulls on her hair 

* She’s sensitive and her nipples really are. When homie plays with them she folds. And when he drinks from her? She folds even more. It feels so good.

* She’s impatient but loves to hold back when they are out until she can’t. She also loves to tease homie whenever she can.

sexual intimacy: Oya edition

sexual intimacy: 

Oya: (WIP) 

* Absolutely dominant. She is so eager that she titillates him all the time.

* Oya loves giving blowjobs. She knows Dean loves to get them too and gets off from both giving and seeing his reaction to her work on him.

*Oya loves to send pictures, selfies, or videos. Dean has/ had a lot of nudes or half-nudes from her from the beginning of time XD

* “Good boy” is Dean’s little pet name. 

* “Boss” is hers.  She loves to make him admit he likes it and wants her. It turns her on.

* What she loves the most is working to make them both feel pleasure. Take charge of everything so he doesn’t need to think about it. 

* She is a fucking tease even during sex.  She can take all of her time before she grants him relief. She loves it when he begs for her to suck him or go faster or harder against him when she rides him. 

* She loves to make him beg. He makes the sweetest faces and sounds. She loves to see his pleased face so much. 

* She does love when he fucks her standing. :p 

* She loves to scratch Dean’s skin to the point of bleeding. Loves to leave him marks of her love.  She loves to look at it in the morning. 

* She loves to encourage him to let loose.  Especially when she wants to get fucked harder. She would request him to go harder, and he would do it. 

* She thinks he has the best ass she’s ever seen, so she’s turned on when she sees him from behind. 

* She loves it when he carries her up and fucks her standing against the wall. 😛 

* She usually tells him, «Oh, Chuck… I’m about to cum…babe, go harder. »

sexual intimacy: neela edition

Sexual intimacy: 

Neela: (in progress) 

* “My hybrid. Yes! Come fuck your pussy.” She loves to give him pet names. 

* She calls him « pet » when she is in charge. It’s a new thing.

* She speaks of her in the 3rd person sometimes  “your witch” is usually her go-to.

* She loves to be bitten. It turns her on so much. She often cuts herself open so he can drink her. 

* She can’t control her magic when she’s feeling pleasure but fortunately it’s only telekinesis that works and destroys everything around her.  

* She is a switch. She can take charge and would gladly let him take it back when she wants it. 

* She loves to grab him. She usually would hold onto his ass whenever she can. And to urge him to fuck her harder.

* She trails off when pleasure is too intense for her. That’s usually when he knows she’s closer to her release. 

* She has no issue initiating sex, as a matter of fact, she's very eager and needy.

* She used her magic on him to heighten his senses. She loves to edge him with her magic or naturally.

* She usually tries to run from him when he’s fucking her too good and she’s about to cum. He never lets her do that. 

* she loves when he spanks her and fucks her add-up and face down. 

*Her ass is truly her best asset and is very sensitive. It's a nice bubble butt, soft and plump. larger than her breasts.

 

* « by Hecate » when she’s feeling really good! And sometimes she would whisper « I want you again. » when she was ready for round 2.

sexual intimacy: Baahal edition

Baahal : (in progress) 

* “My golden lion! You have such a big cock!” She’s vocal. Crude. Crass. She expresses herself in ways she couldn’t do before. She’s eager and has a strong appetite. 

* She is inappropriate most of the time.  She will always tease Jaime in public, let him know she’s horny. Let him know she wants him. 

* Also very cute « my love »  and can easily let him take charge. 

* She’d never loved sex before she met Jaime.  And he never had sex with someone who doesn’t manipulate and use him

* She is a switch but mostly a tease. 

* she loves when Jaime is passionate ('rough) and when he asserts himself.

*She can also be very assertive when she's in control. Jaime usually gets hard in the worst places and worst time ever XD

* She loves to hear him moan and tell her how it feels. 

* She also loves the age difference between them. A lot.  So much so that it turns her on when he mentions it. 

* Jaime plays into it when they are together. He’s the older and experienced cock and she’s the younger sweeter cunt. 

* She is extremely enthused and willful when it comes to sex with Jaime and will always make sure to let him know that he’s wanted. 

* «Seven hells » or « by the gods » are her curses when she feels good. 

* she has such an intense purple gaze. It seems even brighter when she’s lost in her lust. 

* she’s flexible. The most flexible of the girls due to her dancing background.

sexual intimacy: Mary intimacy

 sexual intimacy: 

Mary : (in progress) 

* “Fuck you, Shelby. fuck you, Tommy.” Likes to curse when she’s getting close. Only when they are fucking. The more she cursed the better she felt 😛 

* Likes to tease him with another man’s cock inside of her. She knows he gets all riled up and fucks her harder whenever she teases him like that.  Additionally, she loves to rile him up by denying him « his right to take her » or some other bullshit claims. (Last one was: «Where is that cock? » when he was balls deep inside her. 

* It also works on her like magic. She’s territorial as fuck. Whenever a woman tries to seduce Tommy or get into his pants she would either try to assert her position or she would try to take that foreign scent off of him by fucking him.

* Likes to command him to watch her / grab her/ fuck her harder. She can take initiative. And when she does it’s explosive. 

* she loves it when he says her name. So fucking much! 

* Mary is soft and plump. While she catches the eyes of those who know 😛 plenty aren’t able to handle her curves. Tommy Shelby can. 

* Mary is loud. There is no way to make her tone it down.  She doesn’t care if people hear her moan or scream. 

* She is excellent at giving blowjobs and she’s a good rider too. 

* Mary loves when Tommy eats her plump little pussy. He does it so well that when his blue eyes are set upon her, Mary loses all control. 

* She gets red upon feeling pleasure.  On her face and chest. 

* She tries to hold back her moans until she can’t. It’s a kink of her.

* She loves to be taught a lesson, especially when she misbehaves like recently. 

* Mary can’t speak clearly when she’s strangled by pleasure. She also can’t lie and can’t tell him bullshit when he’s deep inside her.

colby Kick me out -smut-

A vintage's touch: Kick me out -smut-

// I think that it's going to be a very intense Colby session.  Both are very upset. I mused about what could happen if/when he fucks that nazi bitch and she tells Mary to her face.

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« Is it what you want? » -Tommy's voice echoed through their bedroom.-

 Mary looked at him, her green eyes were staring at his hard face. his jaw was clenched, and his eyes were cold but in truth, Tommy could feel his heartbeats shatter his ribcage. He felt hot, furious at Mary that she dared say she wanted to leave. He realized that she was not provoking him like she usually did, she meant those words and each of them hurt him like daggers. Truth be told, he knew that he messed up. He knew that what he did couldn't be forgiven but had to be done if he wanted his plan to come to fruition. it was a dangerous gamble and he was now reaping what he sowed. 

« Yes! » -Her voice was barely there, almost a whisper. Her eyes were wet from unshed tears and she clenched her fists. She was beyond hurt, her chin was trembling, tears threatened to roll down her cheeks and her nose was wet. She was on the verge of breaking down.-

« You want me to tell you to leave? » -He asked again, trying to convince himself that it was what he wanted to do. In vain. He didn't want Mary to leave. How could he when she was the one who held him together-

« Yes !!!»  -She sounded desperate, well, she was desperate to put an end to it.- 

Learning that the man she loved had an affair with a nazi sympathizer? To be told right in her face that she was a lucky woman to have that man at home as if she didn't deserve to be with Tommy? To see that he didn't respect their vows, and their promise to be faithful and loyal to the other? It was so painful for Mary that she had to leave the dining room of their house to run and cry in their bedroom. Once the guests left the house, he rushed to his bedroom to find Mary who was starting to pack her bags-

« Is IT WHAT YOU WANT? » -He screamed at her, almost spitting in her face as he was trying to work himself up to do it- 

It was pointless, he knew that deep inside he couldn't ask her to leave. He didn't want her to leave! She held his heart in her hands, fuck, she did! why would he kick her out of her house? why would he want to be on his own, left to his own device and to the cold of the bedroom? He didn't want to be alone and he didn't want to make excuses for what he did SHe deserved more than lies.

« DO IT !!! DO IT !!!  Kick me out, Tommy!! » -She screamed and cried.- « Do it, Tom...Please! Please !... » -He wrinkled his nose and tried to speak but he couldn't. Mary was waiting for him to scream at her to leave his fucking house, to scream at her that he didn't love her and never did and that she wasn't Grace and he wouldn't love her at this level. She needed a reason to leave, a reason to kill any hope left in her heart, but when she realized he wouldn't speak, it made her scream and she slapped him- « COWARD !! You're a fucking coward TOM !!!! ONE JOB! I'm asking for ONE FUCKING JOB !! the EASIEST FOR YOU! And you're SCREWING THIS UP! » -She tried to hit him again but he grabbed her hand and pinned it hard against the wall.-

« FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU MARY! Don't you dare come to me and ask me to kick you out!  Don't ask me to tell you a lie! I won't tell you that I don't love you. I won't tell you that I want you to leave our house! I ain't a liar!  You hear me? I ain't that kind of guy!»

« Why did you so easily fuck that nazi bitch? Am I not enough for you? Don't I make you happy? » She asked, her eyes searching for his. « Why can't you push me away? » She really didn't understand and he realized she couldn't if he didn't make it clear that he loved her and wanted her. He wasn't a man of many words so he didn't know how to tell her what she meant for him. Instead, he grabbed her neck and crashed his lips against hers.

Mary's eyes were wide open as suddenly, his emotions became easy for her to read since Tommy was projecting like crazy. His anguish, his sadness, and his worries about her were overwhelming the nurse who barely processed the flow of information. She could feel his anger at the situation, at his powerlessness to make her feel better, at his love for her that grew without him being able to stop it. She knew Tommy hated what he did to her, he didn't want to fuck this blonde woman but he still did it for his business.  It was so overwhelming that Mary could only reply in kind and kissed him hard. Their kiss was a bruising one, that took their breaths away. The Shelby wrapped his powerful arms around her waist and lifted her up, allowing Mary to wrap her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. Tommy felt her pleasant weight against his body, her warmth and soft plumpness that aroused him even more. As they broke the kiss to catch their breaths, Mary grabbed his jaw and held it tight.

« You're a fucking pussy. Not kicking me out because you're in love with me. Tommy.. you better make up for it. You better make up for fucking with that nazi bitch and breaking my heart.» She said in a teasing tone. She was upset, but still willing to give him a chance to make up for the heartbreak he caused her.

He noticed that her dress was fluid enough for him to easily grab her bare skin,  and Tom relished in the softness of her flesh against his hard one. She grabbed a fist of his salt and pepper hair and yanked his head back. Sure! he would show her that he wasn't a pussy and he would show it to her so much she would break beneath him. He pulled her off of the wall and sat at the edge of the bed, this time fully feeling her weight on top of him.

« Quit saying I'm a pussy, Mary! » He grunted but it made her laugh and she ran her hand through her brown locks.-

« I call you a pussy when I feel like it. Right now it does have a nice sound to it. » -She said, biting her bottom lip.-

It felt strange to her, deep inside, she knew that she was angry. She wanted to tell him that she was hurting, to discover that he was able to give his body to someone else, an enemy really! How could he do this to her? How could he do this without telling her? She had to discover the truth by the mouth of the woman he fucked, in front of several people. how humiliating! Mary was ready to disappear or so she thought. Truth be told, she wasn't ready at all. She didn't want to leave Tommy. She didn't want to leave him and Charlie behind, but she wanted him to know he broke her trust. He broke her heart and she was not going to give it back to him as easily as before. Tommy felt the familiar weight of hers on him and moistened his lips in anticipation of what would come next. Mary massaged his scalp and shifted her weight on top of him, making sure she pressed herself against his crotch. She was taunting him, he could tell. She was reminding him about her sinful body, and her wicked mind. The rush of adrenaline caused by the whole situation was driving him crazy and he needed to let go of the overwhelming feelings. 

He picked up her arousal and guessed she wanted some. Who was he to refuse? In one swift motion, his wife removed her dress, exposing her perfect ample breasts and brown nipples, rock hard from the adrenaline rush and the cold of the room. Tommy sighed, taken aback by her beauty before he allowed his left hand to grope and knead her breast, eliciting a moan from her. The brunette rolled her head to the side and rocked her hips back and forth as she desperately wanted to feel him.

« Say it one more time and you won't be laughing. » He warned her, half-teasing, half-aroused.-

She felt good against him but he felt the urge to feel her flesh so he switched their positions. The gangster laid the nurse on her back and knelt in front of her right in between her legs. Her brown hair was messy around her face, and she was panting in anticipation. His hand was still kneading her breast, feeling its weight in his palm, and making her moan. Mary looked at him with lust filling her eyes and an underlying feeling of gratitude she couldn't even articulate. The older man removed his shirt, exposing his muscular torso to her greedy eyes, and he unzipped his pants eagerly. He felt her legs wrap around his waist and she reached out to his arm, pulling him towards her as her growing need for him took over.

« You're a pussy! You can't even fuck me properly. » She whispered in his ear, while he nibbled her neck. Tommy furrowed his brows, his ego picked on and his arousal growing to the point he was really trapped within his pants. Mary was playing with his nerves on purpose and relished seeing him angry and upset that she was insulting him. He realized that she too wanted to blow some steam off, express with her body how intense she felt during their confrontation earlier. "You even have to go fuck someone else because you can't handle me!"

« I'm a pussy huh? » He asked, it was a rhetorical question of course. He needed her to confirm.

« Yeah! A big pussy! I'm going to fuck you like you deserve!! » She spat at him with a playful grin on her lips.

« A pussy uh? » He repeated louder, quickly pulling his pants down so his swollen cock would be free. He looked down to the underline of her black panties and tossed them aside, exposing her slick and warm pussy to his hungry eyes. She didn't move, instead, she bit at her forefinger as she knew he would show no mercy at all. Tommy put his large hand on her soft belly, feeling its softness and her increased breathing before he slipped two fingers into her awaiting core without a warning.

« Aaaahh NN-Gh hh !!! »-She moaned and closed her eyes, overwhelmed by his digits in her tight crevice.- 

Every single night when she was on her own, she would imagine his fingers inside of her, his lips all over her body, his hands around her neck, or slapping her ass. But Tommy had been away, more and more and she had been missing her husband for a long time now. So it felt like a relief. He fingered her, fast and relentlessly without waiting for her to catch her breath. His fingers hit her sensitive spot, making her squirm beneath him, eyes closed, body undulating like a snake as she couldn't help but moan.

« You don't get too close your eyes. » He said to her, commanding, angry at her attempt to be kicked out by him. She shook her head and bit her inner arm, embarrassed suddenly to have him look into her eyes and to what he could find if he did. « Look at me! » He ordered, the harshness of his voice made her moan louder and she opened her eyes, only to stare at him with wet green eyes. 

He smirked, while his other hand jerked him off so he could be rock-hard and ready to ravage her. The tension in the room was reaching its peak and the scent of arousal was hitting his nostrils, only fueling his own desire. He felt how tight she contracted against his digits and grinned with a mischievous gaze.

« Ahhh... NN-Gh hh Don't stop! » She breathlessly said, yanking her head back and moaning louder as he kept pistoning and hitting her g-spot. He was quite skilled in bed and relished in seeing her cream on his fingers and melt beneath him. « Y-Yes !! Yes !! Fuck! Tommy !! » She called his name, over and over again as he kept fingering the ebony beauty at a steady pace.

« Who's a pussy now? » He asked with a chuckle. She replied in kind and bit harder at her bottom lip as her hips were matching his fingers. His grin widened as he saw her still trying to banter with him. In vain.

« You still are. » She said. « You still weren't able to fucking kick me out when I begged you to. Where is your virility? I don't see it! » She teased him but he went harder on her, forcing her to grab the sheets. « Fuck! Bastard! Stop teasing me like that! Fuck !!! Tom! I can't !!!!» She barked at him, shifting her waist as she couldn't keep it in place. Her eyes were now wide open and she stared at him, confused and desperate to find relief.

« I told you that you didn't have to leave! I told you that you're my wife! you're my fucking wife and you don't get to leave me! » He whispered while removing his fingers as brutally as he inserted them. Mary gasped and was shocked at being empty once again. He grinned as she stared at him, panting with lust-filled eyes. "I will fuck you if I want to!"

« You can't even do that! » She groaned, crossing her arms below her chest, mind-absently pushing her cleavage a little bit more into his face. Tommy chuckled darkly before he grabbed her legs and spread them wide open. Towering her with his large body, the gangster was staring at her with the very same lust she had, which had her groan a little bit in defiance.

« I'm not the one dripping wet here. » -He said, with a smirk. He knew she'd protest and maybe blush a little.-

« I'm not Dr---AAAH! » He thrust into her pulsating pussy, cutting her short in her rants. Tommy let a grunt escape from his lips as he relished in the warmth and slickness of her soft folds. Mary wrapped her arms around his shoulders and sunk her nails into his hard flesh. Drawing blood to her fingers and making him groan in discomfort « Y-Y-Yes! » She moaned as he was mercilessly pistoned her cunt. She had her eyes closed as it was becoming hard to handle.

It felt like a relief for both of them. Acceptance as well. Who knew? He wanted to make her pay somehow for what she put him through, but also for being in his life and haunting his heart and mind. He fucking loved her and this love made him feel ashamed for what he did with the nazi blonde.  His love for her made him choke on the idea of losing her. He punished her in his very own way, fucking her into oblivion as she wasn't able to speak anymore. He pumped hard into her, hitting the bottom of her petite core while his fingers were sunk into her fleshy waist to hold her in place. The nurse welcomed it, his roughness, for it was what she was looking for. She needed to feel alive, desired, and also forgiven for suggesting to leave. So she took his assaults on her and encouraged him to go harder. 

The bed cracked and threatened to break under their weight but none of them cared. She bit his shoulder, hard enough to draw blood to her lips, and scratched his back to leave her mark on him so he wouldn't forget her in the morning. It wasn't making love, they weren't making love at this exact moment. He was punishing her and she was redeeming herself.  but he was apologizing and she was accepting his apologies. After a while, Mary took his hand and wrapped it around her neck, as she felt herself being close to release and he complied. His hand gently squeezed her delicate neck and he grunted as he felt her tighten around his cock.

« Fuck you, Tommy! Fuck you...haaaannn » She let him know, her hand cupping his cheek in a soft caress while her legs wrapped tighter around his waist. « .....so fucking close... punish me... » She trailed off, her eyes so wet, so bright that he knew she was overwhelmed with the pleasure he made her experience. He wasn't too far away either as he felt his climax building up to the point of non-return. Tommy never thought the word « Punish » would be that arousing but it was all he needed to completely let loose.

His thrusts were slow and hard as he hit the bottom of her velvety core. He made the bed shift and crack harder than before and along with it, he made her scream. Mary didn't care that night. Tommy gave himself to her at this exact moment, indulging her every request with his hand around her neck squeezing just enough so she could feel its weight but not enough to hurt the nurse. She forgave him... he knew it. She forgave him but he wanted to make up to her. He wanted to treat her better and reassure her. Mary was his wife, the woman he chose to be with. That nazi blonde was not something he enjoyed. He had to. He had to do it if he wanted to achieve his goal but by doing so, he insulted his wife. He insulted their couple. He had to make up to her.

 She came, shaking and choking on her tears as pleasure was unbearable. And he stopped for a while so he could stroke her cheeks and plant several kisses all over her face. Mary sighed and cupped his face with her hands so she could look into his eyes. Her lips were trembling and her eyes were teary when she decided to kiss him softly, on a whim. The widely opened his eyes, not expecting the kiss to be this soft and to feel this good but he kissed her back, this time caringly. His thrusts were slower and softer as he wanted her to keep riding her orgasm and for him to reach his. He swiftly dragged her along with him into a sitting position where she would be on top of him and would move at her own pace. The nurse kept moving up and down, at the same soft and loving pace he just set earlier and gave him a sheepish smile in between kisses. He ran his fingers through her brown mane with his left hand and wrapped the other around her waist until finally, he felt the familiar spasm in his groin and his sweet release inside of her. She moaned at the sensation of him filling her with his warm essence. Both were spent and panting, both were mind-blown by the experience they just shared. The gangster pulled away some brown locks that were clinging to her face and gently pushed them behind her ear.

For the very first time, they were looking at each other. He saw her in her true glory and she saw him in his most vulnerable.  Mary was scared of losing her husband, she was scared of him getting tired of her because she wasn't in the business and wasn't able to support him in his maneuvers. She feared not being suitable anymore, but she realized he was scared too. He didn't want to lose her either because she was the only one able to keep him together. She was the only one able to bring him peace at night. that he couldn't imagine the world without her. They were looking at each other with fear in their eyes and love for the other for a while, without a word. Mary gave him a tight smile and leaned her forehead against his as he was going limp inside of her.

« I'm glad you didn't kick me out. »

« Yeah.. me too. » He kept stroking her hair, petting it in order to soothe her heart. "I'll never let you go, Mary. I can't... I'll make it up to you. What happened meant nothing to me. I don't love that woman. I didn't enjoy the time with her... I don't want to lose you."

"You won't... You won't... but you broke my heart, Tom... you broke it. I forgive you, and I love you. I love you so much... Please, keep it in mind."

-TBC-