daddy issues → brad simpson | ✓

4 - cry

He opens his door and takes us into his room, "what do you want to do? Netflix and chill?"

I bite my lip nervously, and he chuckles, closing his bedroom door quietly. He steps over to me and I runs his hand over my waist.

"I can't get over how beautiful you are," his eyes change. They were full of lust. I wondered what went on in his head, that made his mood change. One minute he's sweet and joking about, the next he was being sexy and seductive.

He pulls my top over my head and carefully unclasps my bra, running his hands over my breasts.

I place a small kiss to his lips, about to pull away but he holds me close so that our lips move together by keeping his hands on my waist. This time I wasn't as nervous as we kissed, I knew what to expect.

His hands move from my waist up my body until he feels through the curves of my breasts to my shoulder and collar bone, and back down until it stops above my ass. I could feel the hardness against me already. He pulls away, "I missed you so much."

His voice was low. I wanted to spit out my words, tell him I missed him too. I missed the way he made me feel and I was so excited to feel it again.

Did I make him feel good, too? I didn't do any of the work, really. I wanted to make him feel the sensations I did.

"I want to kiss you, feel you," he continues as I don't say anything and we step back, falling onto the bed. He runs his hand through my hair as he sits on top of me.

"I want to make you feel good," I say, confidence striking through me and he's surprised. "Can I?"

"Yes," He says, grinning and I muster up all the strength I could, despite that he made me feel so weak when we were so close. I straddle him, a leg on either side of his waist as I move my hips up and down, side to side. "Keep doing that. Fuck."

I put my lips to his after he tugs off his shirt quickly. His hands stay on my face, pulling our lips closer together, as mine fiddle with his joggers, pulling them down along with his boxers. Make him feel good.

I kiss down his bare chest and down past his stomach until I'm down there. I stare at it him in awe, he was a nice shade on pink with a prominent vein tracing one side. Average size with a thick build, thinking about it inside of me sent a warm feeling in my stomach and caused me to ache in desire below.

Cautiously, I place him inside my mouth and make sure that he feels the wet, warm corners of my mouth enveloping each inch of him. I hope I was doing it right.

"Yes. . . Fuck. . . Yes," he moans, gripping my hair as I continue to work my magic. I look up to see his eyes shut tightly, his brows furrowed and his mouth slightly open. I could tell how much he was enjoying it and how desperate he was trying to hold back his moans.

"Fuck, baby. You're so good at this, keep going." He whispers hoarsely.

His fingers tangle in my hair tight to control my movements on his dick. He bobs my head at a moderate pace and I gladly take him into my mouth with every thrust. His moans begin to get louder. Before I could put my hands on him to steady my movements however, he begins to thrust his hips in sync with my movements.

I feel his dick twitch in my mouth and his grip tighten on me and I know that he's close. Hastily, Brad pulls me away from him and pulls me in to his lap. His hands reach under for my bottoms and yank them down, ripping my pants off and lets the garment fall to the floor. My hands rested on his shoulders as he sat up, leaning against the bed frame and puts on a condom before the two of us lined up together. When his tip was in me slightly, when I could feel all the sensations coming back, his hands found my hips again and he slowly guided me down onto him.

I bit my lip and moaned as he filled me, and started to rock my hips with my hands. The moment I felt like I had been waiting for so long for what was finally happening again. It felt fucking amazing.

His head leans back as his grip tightens and I rock my hips back and forth, taking in all the pleasure. Brad's eyes closed tightly as he felt the tight heat of my walls envelop him and kept up a steady rhythm.

"Fuck, pretty face," He helped you bounce on top of him faster, causing more pleasure for both of us. "Scream my name, baby."

I didn't know what to do, I rocked my hips more and let out a moan, "Brad!"

"Louder, scream my name so loud the neighbours hear," his voice was hoarse and I become more confident.

I bite my lip at the feeling of him inside of me, making me feel better with every thrust, "B-Brad!"

He started to bring his hips off the bed, hitting my g-spot with every tiny thrust he could. I was moving in sync with him, never having felt this way with before. The thickness of his cock was enough to make me feel like I wouldn't be able to walk properly after this, but I don't care. The way his dick felt as I pulled away and pushed him back into me was like nothing else. It was like the two of us were made for each other.

Brad began to kiss and suck against my neck, leaving a trail of hickies down my collar bone. He made his grip on my hips harder. His fingers were digging into my sides and it was the best feeling in the world.

"Shit!" He yelled out and I grip onto his hair, pulling it tightly.

The two of us were so lost in each other that we weren't thinking about how loud we were being. We didn't care.

At that point I couldn't prevent the moans from coming out of my mouth. They were loud, and they told Brad how good he was making me feel. That only encouraged him to pick up his own pace and thrust into me faster.

His breathing is erratic and his thrusts become harder and faster. His grunts are melodies in my ears and are enough to get me off, the warm feeling in my stomach gets hotter and Brad probably feels my climax approaching.

"So. Fucking. Good." He says in between every thrust. We both reach our orgasms soon after, my vision becomes white and I let out a scream of satisfaction.

He hides his face in my breasts as he pulls out of me and pumps himself a few times before coming all over the floor.

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