Imagine request for ashleybeiber
Justin and I decided to hit a club for the first time in forever. Since getting himself back on his feet, he'd not necessarily avoided these hang outs - just found other alternatives to a good night.
Zipping the side of my black dress up, I ran a hand through my long hair and looked myself once over in the mirror. I thought I looked pretty good.
Justin entered the bedroom in a pair of jeans and one of his tees, knowing him, it'd probably come off, anyway. His hair was combed to perfection and the smell of his cologne hit my nose. "Damn, can we just skip to the part where I fuck you senseless?" He asked, his voice low.
Tugging on my bottom lip as I looked at him through the mirror, I shook my head before I made an irrational decision "No, we're going out." I announced, grabbing my heels. "Come on, the cars waiting."
Justin's hand rested on my thigh as we drove down the streetlamp-lit roads. Usually, it was just a sweet gesture because he always had to be close to me, but I knew this time he had other intentions. Clearing my throat, I moved his hand off of me. Two can play that game.
Arriving at the club, Justin and I were allowed to cue jump and head straight inside. Perks of having an A-lister boyfriend.
The bass hit me immediately, as well as the body heat of hundreds of other people. Reaching the bar, we ordered what we wanted before hitting the floor.
Instantly turning my body around so I could grind against Justin, his hands held my waist, holding me closer against him. "I know what you're doing." He said in my ear, smirking, I glanced up at him before responding with, "Good."
Once Justin and I spotted some of our friends, we went to socialise. Walking with my best friend back onto the dance floor, I told her of my plan and she knew exactly what to do. My other friends has always been a little weird about girl-on-girl dancing, but this one had no cares in the world. Practically repeating the position Justin and I were in, we rocked to the beat.
Locking eyes with Justin, he was watching us intently. Winking at him, I turned around, looking away, and left it at that.
When I spotted Justin next, I had noticed he had removed his shirt, a slight glistening of sweat on his body. I bit my lip as I admired his torso. His arms flexed as inflexed as he danced and brought the bottle to his lips. He knew exactly what to do to get me hot and bothered and boy was he doing it. Feeling my arousal pool in my underwear, I had to look away.
Around an hour into dancing, Justin grabbed me away from my friend, holding me against him so I could feel his arousal in his jeans. "We need to leave." He growled. I had been somewhat fine until this very second, my skin burned and I felt my legs get weak. Nodding, I waved goodbye to my friend, knowing she'd understand what was about to go on.
Avoiding cameras and rushing me into the car, Justin didn't even speak to his driver before doing up the divider and laying me down on the back seat. "What do you think you're playing at? Huh?" He asked, hiking my dress up around my waist and rolling his hips against mine. Craving the friction, I closed my eyes and bucked my hips, leaving him with no response.
"Do you think it's funny to get me hard in public?"
Finding whatever strength I had (because he always knew how to get me like jello in seconds) I sat up and pushed Justin into his seat, straddling him.
"Did I make daddy angry?" I asked, rubbing myself against him. I watched as Justin's eyes rolled back before he lifted his hips to meet mine.
"You have no idea what's coming to you, baby girl."
*
As the car parked, I got out first, swaying my hips more than usual causing Justin to groan behind me. He was an ass man, that was for certain. Smiling to myself, I reached the door.
"Oops!"
Purposely dropping my key, I bent down to reach it. Feeling a smack on my ass before hands at my hips, Justin pressed me back against his crotch, "Don't fuck around."
Unlocking the door, Justin wasted no time in slamming it shut and pressing me against it. Pulling my zipper down, I left my dress to fall on the floor. His hands claimed my bare breasts as sucked on my neck. Standing in only my thong, I reached to grab Justin over his jeans.
"Somebody's ready for me, aren't they, daddy?"
Justin's pulled away from my neck, watching how his eyes darkened before he smashed his lips against mine. I fumbled with his jeans before pulling them down, along with his Calvin's. Feeling his hard on against my stomach, I moaned quietly into his mouth.
Turning me around and lifting me onto the small wooden table we had, it was supposed to hold a vase and some photos but we were yet to do that. On all fours, I turned my head to look at Justin, watching as his jerked his cock a few times, having to stop myself from moaning at the view before me.
Still in the hallway, Justin positioned himself at my entrance before pulling my hair slightly so I would look straight ahead at the large mirror we had mounted onto the wall.
"I want you to watch as I fuck you. I'm gonna fuck you so hard that you won't be able to walk. Understood?"
I was practically dripping, his dirty talk always got me off and I found myself unable to talk.
"Y-yes."
"Yes, what? Baby girl."
"Yes, daddy."
Without warning, his pushed himself completely inside of me. A gasp leaving my lips, I let my head hang instantaneously, my body growing weak already, "I said watch." He growled, slapping my ass.
Tugging my bottom lip between my teeth, I watched as Justin pounded me relentlessly. The sight was just something else – Justin's face at this exact moment was enough to make me cum. The way his eyes were shut as his head was thrown back slightly, biting his bottom lip as grunts dared to leave his mouth.
"Fuck, you're so tight." He groaned, pulling me back against him.
I couldn't keep quiet, with the way he was fucking me, it was impossible to keep my mouth shut. No doubt we'd have a complaint from a neighbour or two.
"J-ustin."
Receiving another sharp pain to my ass, I knew I'd called him the opposite of what he wanted.
"O-oh, daddy... y-yes." I cried out.
Pulling out momentarily, I whined as I felt a sudden emptiness. "Stand up." He ordered. But I didn't, I couldn't move, my legs were practically shaking.
"I c-can't."
Picking me up, I wrapped my legs around his waist before he sunk me back down on his cock. "Fuck!" I screamed, as he reached new depths.
Justin's lips were situated on my neck as he marked me.
"Oh, shit.." He grunted, picking up the pace.
"I c-can't much long-ger." I attempted to speak.
"Don't cum until I tell you to." He muttered.
I had no idea what had come over him tonight, but I sure as hell could get used to it. Sure, our sex life was far from vanilla, but it had been a long time since Justin had been rough with me.
"Holy shit." He groaned, "I'm gonna cum."
Taking that as my cue, I rocked myself against him as best I could.
"Fuck!" Justin grunted, stilling his movements. "O-oh my God." I followed, my body growing limp against him.
"That was so good." He panted. Nodding in agreement, we stayed still for a few moments, trying to regain a steady breathing pattern.
Knowing I wouldn't be able to walk, with whatever strength Justin could muster, he slowly carried me up the stairs and into the bedroom, my body still slightly spasming.
Finally pulling out of me, he sighed and we laid on the bed together. That was what I loved about Justin, he could be so rough with me, yet back to his sweet self in a matter of moments.
"We need to shower." I breathed, Justin pulled me against him and kissed my forehead, "Let's just cuddle first."
