Just please.” He kisses me deeply and flips me onto my stomach. He starts to move down, but I pull him back up, He unclasps my bra and then removes my pants as well. He sits up and unbuttons them before pulling them and his boxers off. I moaned again and tried to pry him out of the confined restraints of his pants. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this,” he whispered. His mouth goes to my neck and he starts kissing and biting. I take off his shirt and he flips us over. He kisses up my torso before reconnecting our lips. We stay like this for a short time until he’s taking off my shirt. I push him back and he pulls me on top of him. His lips are soft, but sticky from the weed. He meets me half way when I grab his face in one hand and lean in to kiss him. He looks confused at first, but then gets comfortable. I put the joint out on the nightstand and go to lay down with him. When I turn back to grab it a third, I make sure to brush his fingers with mine. We do this two more times before the high really sets in. I take my hits before turning back to him. I walk over to him and grab it and take a seat at the foot of his bed. He sparks up a joint and takes a couple of hits before offering it to me. I stop at the second doorframe, feeling a little weird that I masturbated to my best friend last night. He saunters over to his bed and lays down. I take him in until I realize I’m staring. I knock on his bedroom door and he answers. I’ve haven’t had this feeling about him for long, but after last night he’s all I want. The next day, I get a text from Elliot asking me to come over and I take a while to respond, but agree to go. “Fuck,” I sigh and bury my face in my pillow. I press it against until I’m moaning his name. I reach as far as I can and feel that spongy organ. I insert two fingers and pump them in and out. The memory of his pointed tongue going in and out, making sure to hit every wall created by my palm. My other hand made its way to my throbbing clit and started rubbing. The way he swirled it around as if he were going in small circles with his cock. I looked at my hand and I could still feel his tongue. That night in bed, all I could think about was what happened at Elliot’s. I chuckle at him and we just looked at each other for a moment before Jules and Rue popped in. “Not necessarily right now, but I do like pushing those boundaries.” Plus, seeing a pussy drip with my cum makes me feral.” He shrugged, "I mean I guess playing with the thought of my girl carrying around my kid makes me hard. “So, basically you have a breeding kink?” Eating your own cum out of a pussy? Not a lot of people do that.” I think anal is a little more mainstream now. “What do you mean ew? That’s one of the most personal things you can do with your partner.” “Oh, Elliot! Ew!” He leaned back and laughed dramatically. He takes a second and then laps up his mess from my hand and I pull away again. He collects it and pushed it into my palm. “See, that’s a dirty cunt.” He turns my hand back and starts smearing around what has seeped out. He turns my hand to me and I see the white substance leaking out of the hole in my fist. He looked at me and smirked before letting spit leak into my hand. He continues to plunge his tongue before pulling away. C'mon.” I look him in his eyes before slowly giving my hand back to him. “Y/n, this wouldn’t be realistic if the pussy wasn’t wet. “Ugh! What are you doing?” I asked inspecting my hand. He starts to lick the makeshift pussy and I instinctively pull my hand away. His large palms close mine into a soft fist, “say this is your pussy, right?” “Think about it, Y/n,” he dives on the bed and takes my hand. I’m going to give you pleasure so good you’ll forget your name… You’re going to think my name is Yes, God Yes, or Fuck Yes. WARNINGS: PURE SMUT, Language, (f)masturbation, creampie, breeding kink.
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