Mr Starkey Is Currently Unavailable At The Moment But Will Be Arriving Shortly! Ill Make Sure To Let

Mr Starkey is currently unavailable at the moment but will be arriving shortly! I’ll make sure to let him know how patient you have been.

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nomad steve is a big fat fuckin MUNCH. idc idc idc. nobody can change my mind. that man eats pussy for breakfast, lunch and dinner. he is STARVED.

you wake up? his head is in between your thighs. your working? he wants you to sit on his face while you do it. your doing the dishes? best believe that man is on his knees tongue deep inside your pussy desperate to have you cream all over his face. making comments like

“you just looked so good baby i couldn’t help it, had to get a taste of you”

“you like it when daddy sucks on your clit while you finish your chores? yeah? fuckin dirty girl”

“fuck honey, cum in daddy’s mouth, come on give it to me”

“pussy tastes like fuckin heaven”

one thing he does not stand for is hovering. when he tells you to sit on his face, he means sit on it. he’ll be grabbing your hips, pulling you down onto his face, his rough beard rubbing against your thighs while his tongue explores your dripping heat and you know damn well he eats it in the morning so he can smell your pussy on his facial hair during the day, his tongue darting out to lick over his moustache, savouring the taste of your juices.

your spread missionary as he suckles and nibbles on your clit, his fingers fucking into you at a desperate pace, missing the taste of your cream even though he’s already had you twice today, his mouth opening wide as you writhe and squirt on his tongue, watching him as he moans and grunts, his hips rocking into the mattress beneath him as he fills his boxers with hot n sticky ropes of cum

“jesus christ” he breathes, “got me cumming in my pants like a damn teenager sweet girl, thats how fuckin good your pussy tastes.”

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quick ransom drabble to satisfy my once a week need to be dominant🥴

warnings- BIG mommy kink, whiny ransom, overstimulation, cum eating, slight oral? (M receiving)

thinking about coming home from a long day at work, you step into your home placing your keys on the rack beside the door, your heels click gently against the floor incase Ransom is asleep, not wanting to wake up your sweet boy, you head towards the stairs, making sure they don’t creak as you reach your shared bedroom

“m-mommy please don’t st-stop, oh god”

his pained voice whines, you creep towards the door pushing it open slightly, low and behold, ransom is sitting up against your headboard

one hand massaging his balls, desperately wishing they were in your mouth, imagining your tongue rolling over him as you suck his sensitive skin, his other hand travelling upwards to grip his heavy cock, slowly stroking as pre cum leaks from his swollen tip, his face scrunched up, tears streaming down his cheeks

“fuck fuck fuck, suck my balls so good mommy, want you to swallow my cum, drink it all for me” he babbles to himself

as you open the door further it creaks, his eyes shoot open and the sight of you in your work attire alone has his shaft twitching, warning him his release is near

your top buttons on your blouse undone, showing just the right amount of cleavage, your heels clicking against your tiled bedroom floor as you move to shut the door behind you, all while maintaining eye contact and god your tight skirt showing of your soft thighs that he he cant wait to be in between, lapping up your pussy juices while you tug on his brown locks, grinding your hips into-

he can’t hold back any longer, his body begins to twitch, he fights against his heavy eyelids as he looks into your eyes, his mouth dropping open with a loud whimper

“yesyesyes mommy, oh god, fuck fuck”

“mhh so sensitive”

“so much cum all for you mommy”

he babbles, his load shooting out endlessly in thick white spurts, covering his abs in his juices

“m sorry mommy, m so sorry” he cries as he lets go of his dick as it slaps against his abs, his swollen pink tip pulsing against his stomach, cum still dribbling out of his pretty cock

you climb onto the bed, his thick arms reach out wrapping around your smaller frame, his cheeks and mouth soaked with tears and drool, hiding his face in your neck while he breathes in your soothing scent

“couldn’t wait until mommy got home, huh? so needy” you coo gently at him as your hands wipe away the drool leaking down his chin “what were you thinking about to get yourself so worked up baby boy?”

“you always you” he cries as you sooth him with gentle kisses along his broad shoulders, you lightly push him away from you as you move his hair out of his face, cupping his cheeks as you press your lips against his

he moans gently, his body still shaking from his previous orgasm, your tongues intertwine with one another, his cock growing hard again already

you push him down, his back once again resting against your headboard, you shift onto your knees as you lean down, your lips parting to suckle on his tip making him cry out

“M-MOMMY” he pants, hands flying out to paw at your bedsheets, ransoms cock turning red, proving his overstimulation

you shush him as you continue licking and drinking up his cum, your mouth overjoyed as you taste his sweetness with a slightly salty tinge

“i know your sorry my sweet boy but you broke one of our number one rules, remember baby? no touching without mommy’s permission”

he knew that. he definitely knew that. but you were working and he was just oh so desperate and horny for your tight cunt he couldn’t help but touch himself

“so your gonna sit there and look pretty while mommy laps up that sweet cum of yours and then maybe mommy will put your cock inside her warm pussy, sound good? good boy”

ran nods his head gently “yes mommy” his pretty blues staring down at you, knowing he’s in for a very, very long night tonight.

thankyou for including me in this lovely list!💞

Week 3 Reblog Masterlist

Welcome to Week 3 2024 or Week 211, as always, fics would be listed in the order I read them.

I hope you enjoy it!

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This is the list of the fics I read and recommend in Week 3 2024:

Hot neighbor (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @e-dubbc11 💚

A threat beneath the nice veneer (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @witchywithwhiskey❤️

A line without s hook (Clint Barton X Reader) by @mqctavish 💚 💙

Signed (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @abbatoirablaze 💙

Competition (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @ultralightpoe 💚

Safe sound (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @demonsandmischief 💙

Hot coco kisses (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @elixirfromthestars 💚

Sealed (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @abbatoirablaze 💙

New world order part 3 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @queen-of-the-avengers 💚

Kissing booth (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @buckys-wintersoldier 💚

First kiss since 1945 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @sergeantbarnessdoll 💚

Delivered (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @abbatoirablaze 💙

Sirius (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @chxrryhansen 💚 💙

Eat dessert first (Frank Castle X Reader) by @flightlessangelwings ❤️

Returning the stones 1 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @royalwriteroftheuniverse 💚 💙

Back and forth part 31 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @anika-ann 💚

Whispers (Brock Rumlow X Reader X Frank Castle) by @itwasthereaminuteago❤️

Magic in mistletoe (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @mrsbuckybarnes1917 💚

The dignity of his choice abridged (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @ronearoundblindly 💚

Only you (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @sunvmars 💙

Jennifer fic (Jeniffer Check X Reader) by @imyourbratzdoll❤️

Thanks to those troglodytes (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @profeyandere 💙

The fate of a fae part 3 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @mrs-barnes-rogers-writes 💚

Adoption (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @buckys-wintersoldier 💚

Midnight kiss (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @ronearoundblindly 💚

Make it up to me (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @domripley ❤️

Steve fic (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @krirebr 🖤❤️

Cauterized (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @dizzy-after-dark 💙❤️

ohmygod!! yes yes yes!!! this is amazing💞💞💞seriously i cannot wait to see how their relationship unfolds in future parts🥰thankyou for sharing!

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summary. | The first time he set eyes on you; you were his sudden infatuation. 

pairings. | dark!professor!ari levinson x innocent!reader

warnings. | 18+ only, minors dni, non/dub-con, obsession, innocence kink, slight power imbalance, dom/sub dynamics, professor/student relationship, male masturbation, oral (male and female receiving), orgasm (male and female), age gap (alluded to), dirty talk, gagging, pet names, more (?)

word count. | 2,700

author’s note. | ahhh! this is my first official post! i’ve been working on this on and off for the past few weeks, and depending on the success of this, maybe—just maybe—i’ll delve in further! also i’m sorry, ari was supposed to be darker but i’m such softie for him.

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Ari Levinson: He’s an irresistible, voracious, virile, broad-shouldered man whose presence is enough to awe-struck someone, leaving them yearning and ravenous. He’s mesmerising and alluring, and you’re nothing but water in his hands. He also just happens to be your professor.

The first time he set eyes on you, it's like he couldn't breathe. That very moment you walked into his lecture, he instantaneously developed this craving—this rapacious appetite with only one solution: you.

Shooting an innocent, heartening smile at your professor as you entered the lecture theatre made him feel as if he was just hit by a freight train. He became so disassociated that he didn’t think to return the smile, even with the dozens of other female—and male—students gushing about how hot he is, trying to subtly flirt with him.

I mean, how could they not? Especially with the sleeves of his blue linen shirt rolled up, covered in a labyrinth of veins and hair, his top three buttons undone, teasing his chest hair, and his virile, rugged appearance.

You couldn’t deny it; he’s fucking hot. He’s voraciously handsome, and he knows it. It’s an attribute for him to take advantage of: the capability to use his irresistible charm on anyone he desires. And when he set his eyes on you, a slightly naïve airhead, prancing around in clothing that leaves extremely little to the imagination, you made the perfect victim for him to try it on. But he loves it; it almost feels intentional to him, and it makes his cock so fucking hard.

Throughout the lecture, he remains incredibly observant of your every move. His gaze was fixated on you, like a predator feasting its eyes upon its prey, watching your every movement.

He watches how you manner yourself, a slightly upturned smile always plastered upon your face, your etiquette for those sitting either side of you, that glimmer and sparkle in your eyes, and how the cold from outside made your cheeks glow with a radiant pink hue—almost like you’re blushing.

It’s only when you walk past his desk to leave at the end of his lecture does he manage to absorb just how captivating you are that he affirms his initial thought: he wants you. He desperately wants you.

His admiration and adoration for you kept gradually showing throughout the semester. You thought he was just being sweet with you, and although he was, his intention was far more sinister on the inside than what you saw. You were driving him feral.

Numerous students had attempted to shoot their shot at him since the start of your course, despite the extremely strict regulations enforced by your university. To their avail, none of them had any luck. Most of them had already caught onto the concept that he’s interested in you; they even leave you with lingering gazes like he does, not understanding how you haven’t realised it.

It was when you were set your first assignment that you booked an office appointment with him, his heart fluttering and his grin growing wider at your email.

‘Hello, Professor Levinson! I have a few inquiries about our most recent assignment and was wondering if it would be convenient for me to visit your office as early as possible.'

Although his office hours are clearly plastered on his door, he arranges to see you at the end of the week, at the end of the day, when it’s dark outside and most have gone home. You don’t question it, though. But it works just in his favour.

And it just keeps growing: the lust towards your professor and his affection (that you’re still oblivious to except everyone else). The way he smiles at you during his explanations, the small nods and winks he gives you to reassure you that you know what he’s talking about, and the names he gives you every time you enter and leave. And even though most of the time you don’t have any ideas behind your glimmering eyes, you always nod back, not wanting to disappoint your professor.

Teaching or not teaching, you’re always imprinted on his mind. He’s either thinking about two things: your alluring beauty or lifting your small skirt up and bending you over his office desk, sliding your cute panties to the side, and ploughing his fat cock into your pretty fuckin' pussy—that's a lesson he wants to teach you.

Sometimes, his cock aches so fucking hard that he can’t even make it home without relieving himself in his office prior to his late-night routine, consisting of him jerking off thinking about you. You're just irresistible to him. You've made him feral.

You straighten your skirt and pat the top of your hair with the palms of your hands, and after some slight hesitation, you knock on his door. It doesn’t even take him a few seconds before the door swings open. God, you look fucking ravishing, his pupils dilating as much as they possibly can to intake as much of you as he can.

“Good evening, Professor Levinson,” you say, giving him one of your small signature smiles that he deeply cherishes. “Please, call me Ari,” he insists, as he places a hand on your lower back, closing the door and gesturing for you to take a seat.

His sleeves are rolled up as always, and the top buttons of his shirt are even further undone than usual, flaunting his hairy sternum that you’d love to rest your head on. If he looked like this during a lecture, you’re pretty sure none of the students—including yourself—would pay attention.

“You wanted to talk about the assignment, correct?” he asks, sitting down next to you as opposed to sitting at his desk. “That’s correct, Ari. I just wanted you to check over what I’ve written so far and clarify if I’m doing it right,” you ask, shooting him another small smile.

You don’t want to disappoint him—you can’t disappoint him. You can't afford to fail, either. He pretends to look over your work, but in reality, his cock is aching for release, and the only thought on his mind is about lifting you up, slamming you on his desk, and fucking your already dumb brains over his desk.

“Princess, you’ve truly impressed me,” he compliments, giving you a light smirk. Truthfully, after his brief daydream, he only actually read the first few lines, as his mind was more focused on what he thought was more important. “I can see you getting a high mark if you keep it up,” he winks, placing his hand inappropriately high up on your thigh.

His compliment makes your heart beat twice as fast.

“Thank you so much, Ari! I was scared that it wouldn’t sound good enough for you,” you say, relieved. He nods, pretending to absorb what you're saying to him, but his gaze is on your lips and face. He imagines how pretty you'd look with your lips wrapped around his cock, or how gorgeous you'd look with his cum all over your adorable face.

Your appointment with him goes by too fast for his liking, and he shoots you with another wink as you leave, making your knees weak. And as soon as his office door closes, he flips the lock, heading hastily to his chair and tugging his pants off, his red throbbing cock springing out of his pants.

It only takes him a few minutes to cum with a groan of your name, his seed staining his shirt and hairy chest.

“Oh, princess…”

Throughout the next few weeks, the nickname begins to stick. And although it’s risky in this environment, considering the risk of losing his job, you're worth it to him. He adores how your cheeks turn a hue pinker every time, and it puts a smug smile on his face when he sees the rest of his students’ seethe with jealousy, mumbling to each other about you.

In Ari’s favour, his demeanour and affection towards you are never brought up to the faculty. Nonetheless, he continues to make exemptions and excuses to see you outside of office hours, with each time showing more and more affection towards you. He manages to find out so much more about you than he should: your birthday, your address, and your social media, with your innocent pictures and selfies, which make his cock twitch.

You also handed in your assignment a few weeks ago, feeling confident with your submitted work, especially with Professor Levinson’s affirmations that your work was up to his standards and expectations. Regardless, you continued to show up to your lectures, paying attention to everything your professor had to say, and everything seemed to be going smoothly for once in your life.

It's only when you received an email from Professor Levinson for a ‘consultation about your recent assignment' that you began to worry. You couldn’t afford to fail—you couldn’t afford to disappoint him.

Sitting outside of his office anxiously, playing with the hem of your skirt, rehearsing what you could possibly say to him. But your time to think is cut short when his door opens, and your stomach drops. You begin to tremble in fear that you have actually disappointed him.

“Princess, come inside,” he smiles, but you’re too anxious to return one or even say, ‘hello’. You’re given slight reassurance with the pet name that he’s not totally lost faith in you, right?

You walk inside, your knees trembling as if they’re about to give way. He shuts the door, and despite your delirious state of mind, you could’ve sworn you heard the lock click.

He grabs your assignment off his desk, coming back around to stand in front of you. Leaning on the desk, he sees you fidgeting with your nails and tapping your feet on the hardwood floors. Using his index finger, he lifts your head up until you’re looking at his towering figure.

“I appreciate the amount of effort you’ve put into your assignment, princess. I really do. But really, it’s missing a lot of criteria and points, and it hasn’t gotten you the best grade,” he says in a low sympathetic tone. He removes his finger, and your head falls back down, tears on the brink of falling.

“Princess, hey. Don't cry, look at me,” he asks, crouching down to your eye level. “I’m not disappointed in you,” he claims, but it just feels like he is disappointed with you.

Cunningly, Ari hadn't told you the truth. You surprisingly got one of the highest grades in your group—maybe you weren’t such an airhead after all. But he wasn’t going to tell you that and ruin this opportunity.

His heart clenches at the sight of guilt and disappointment written across your face. He’s never typically been one to feel much sorrow or empathy towards anyone, but when it comes to you, his star student, he has to be somewhat lenient with you. Which is why he proposes an idea, his plan all along.

“Don't tell anyone, but you can do something to fix your grade,” he states, standing back up to his full height. Abruptly, though, you hear the clinking of brass that results in your head shooting up. He’s got a smug grin plastered on his face, and you can see his hand on his crotch in your peripheral.

He cups your face with one hand, using his other to undo his button and unzip his fly, freeing his confined cock from his boxers.

“You wouldn’t want to disappoint me, princess,” Ari says, knowing he’s got you wrapped around his finger. “Would you?”

Looking away, you swallow and shake your head, trying to fight off a blush as he grips the base of his thick cock.

“No, professor,” you mumble, squirming in your seat as you feel your wetness soak through your cotton panties at the sight of his throbbing cock inches away from your face, his clear secretion making your mouth water.

Replacing his hand at the base of his cock with yours, you lick your lips before finally latching on.  He groans loudly at your contact, his eyes fluttering shut as your tongue flicks over his oozing slit, and that’s when his taste hits your tongue. You’re elated with euphoria as his taste coats your tongue, acting like an aphrodisiac, igniting this flare inside you that craves for more and more.

“What a good fuckin’ girl," he groans, his eyes rolling back behind his eyelids. You were so lithe, so fragile, and so supple compared to him, so he goes easy on you as he drives his cock with a slight force further down your throat. You splutter and gag slightly, but do your best to please him, looking up at him with doe eyes.

His hands become laced in your hair, whispering praises and compliments as your lips make contact with the hair located at the base of his engorged cock. Eventually recoiling to take a breath, you continue to stimulate him with your hand.

His pupils are blown wide; the cerulean blue eyes you’re used to are nothing but non-existent.

Whimpering lowly, you latch your mouth back onto his cock. It’s only a moment later that he speaks again: “Be the princess I know you are, and swallow.”

Quickening your pace, you bob your head faster and faster as his groans become louder and louder. Thick, creamy ropes of cum shoot into your mouth and straight down your throat. Although you do your best to swallow his seed, you splutter around his cock, and it drips down your chin. 

It takes Ari a while to come back down from his high, his fists unclenching from your hair. His grin is somewhat sinister-looking, and you squeak as you're quickly lifted up off the ground and into his arm. As if your panties weren’t already soaked, you whine and whimper as he manhandles you, using one arm to swipe the contents on his desk to the side, laying you down on the mahogany wood.

“Let me return the favour,” he winks. You hesitate to stop him, his ravenous desire for you slightly scaring you. But you don't; you don’t want to disappoint him.

He flips up your skirt, yearning for a taste of your wetness. His mind is coursing with carnal lust as his eyes feast upon your drenched mound.

Abruptly, he yanks your panties down in one swift motion, stuffing them into his pocket in case he never gets this close to you again. But he knows he will, whether you let him or not. He doesn’t want you to find out what happens if you deny him, but he knows his princess wouldn’t disappoint him. Right?

You thrash, thresh, and twist in his grasp, growing impatient by the millisecond. He has a depraved smile on his face, looking at how compliant you’ve become with him.

He can’t fucking wait any longer. His mouth latches onto your clit, his tongue finally relieved at the taste of your wetness. The hair on his upper lip is so stimulating to your engorged clit that it makes you scream.

“Scream all you want, princess. Nobody can hear you,” he mumbles into your pussy.

Savouring his time between your thighs, he licks up your arousal like he’s parched. “Your princess pussy tastes like fuckin’ candy. Whose pussy is this?”

You whimper and whine, tears of pleasure creeping out of your eyes. His gaze darkens when you don't reply. "I said, 'Who's fuckin' pussy is this?'" he spits at you, causing you to flinch in fear. When you don't reply instantly again, he slaps your poor cunt.

“It’s y-yours, Professor Levinson! It's yours!” you whimper, and he grunts in response. "That's what I fuckin' thought. Don't make me believe you're just as dumb as everyone says you are."

With his tongue swirling around your entrance and then your clit, it’s when your legs begin to slowly tremble that he knows you’re close. And in your fear, you do what you think is right.

“M-may I please cum, Professor Levinson?” you ask hesitantly, desperateness laced in your voice. He didn’t even tell you to ask for his permission, and to him, you just get better and better. Your despair is relieved when you hear him say, “Cum for me, princess.”

Your hands grip his hair, and your legs wrap around his head as you cum on his tongue. He drinks your cream like a water-depraved animal, his beard stained and dripping with your wetness. Your cheeks are stained with tears—of happiness or of fear? You don't know.

Pulling away, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand as you sit up.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it, princess?”

author’s last note. | i actually intended for this to be so so so much darker and longer, but ultimately thought there are many ways to take this. part two, only if i think of the perfect narrative. i've proof read this 4 times but i guarantee there's still mistakes...

also, thank you to my two favourite and biggest inspirations: evansbby,  and hansensgirl! you’re both the reason i got into writing. much, much love! also, masterlist soon? idk. 

you feel me in your stomach, angel?

THIS IS NOT NO FREE USE SHIT YOU CAN NOT USE MY WORK

pairings: rafe cameron x fem!reader

summary: you lie tell everyone Rafe has a small dick and he is not happy about it

warnings: adult content, public sex, unprotected sex, mentions of Rafe having a ginormous cock, dom!Rafe and unedited work

gif credit @starkey-babie

You sat in a circle in a disgustingly childish game of Truth Or Dare. Rafe watched you from across the circle as you took a sip of your drink, He had already scolded you twice for being a brat but frankly you didn't give a damn

"Y/N" you looked towards Kelce's Girlfriend Hailey "Truth Or Dare?" You sat up straight rolling your shoulders back "Truth"

"How big is Rafe's dick" one of the other girls blurted out causing the other girls to erupted in giggles and Rafe seemed to stare at you silently telling you not to answer the question not because he thought he had a small dick but rather you were a little too drunk and you might say something ✨controversial✨

"It's pretty small if you ask me"

Rafe choked on his drink as everyone silenced in shock at your answer but you stared at Rafe with a smirk. That was the last fucking thing he expected you to say.

Topper cleared his throat "I think that's enough for today" he began to sit up "Yeah" Rafe said standing up grabbing you "What the fuck Rafe I don't wanna leave?" He didn't care about your protests as he practically carried you out of the party before pushing you infront of him "Always fucking play too much" he mumbled more to himself.

"It was just a game" you said crossing your arms over your chest your heels clicking on the concrete as you walked towards the car "Shut up" you rolled your eyes "Always so fucking bossy" you mumbled and he pushed you up against the side of the car "What the fuck did you say?"

You smirk "You heard me" his hand gripped your chin roughly "You've been acting like a damn brat all fucking day"

"Did I hurt your ego baby?" You said teasing and he let out a growl "Get in the car"

"No" he grabbed you by your arms practically tossing you in the car buckling you in before climbing in the the other side.

The car ride was silent, his nails digging into the steering wheel, his heavy breaths filling the small car.

He pulled up to the home reaching over and unbuckle you like he usually did "Get inside" he said voice eerily calm "I want you in the room on the bed naked" he told you "You're a fucking dick" you whined crossing your arms and getting out the car. He let out a growl getting out the car and grabbing you before you could step away from him "Don't you fucking forget who the boss is here"

"Yeah me asshole" you growled but it quickly turned into a gasp bending you over the hood of the car. Your breasts pressed up to it and your hands holding you up a bit.

"What the hell are you doing?" You squealed out when he pressed his hips against you "Showing you how big my fucking dick is" you couldn't help the moan that slipped from your lips when he grinded against you "We're outside" you gasped out and he chuckled.

"That's never stopped you before" he said in your ear bringing up the many times you've sucked him off in your driveway but that wasn't the point.

"Tell me if you want me to stop" he whispered in your ear before his hand ran over your ass. Truth was you didn't, you were practically soaked when the idea of someone seeing you crossed your mind. "Gonna fuck you so hard, make sure the whole neighborhood hears"

He pushed up your skirt "No panties, you little whore" he slapped your ass roughly causing you to let out a squeak the stinging pain making you wetter.

He bit his lip, his hand running over your ass before pulling his cock out of his jeans. He brought a hand up to your lips "Spit" he told you, you followed his orders spitting on his thick fingers before he brought his hands back to him rubbing your saliva on his hard cock.

He kicked your legs open, his cock slid through your folds before he slapped the head against your clit. You bit your lip when he shoved the head cock inside you but he made no move to give you the rest of him. "Rafeeeee" you whined "I thought I had a small cock baby"

You let out a loud whine "I was playing" you huffed "I swear" you opened your mouth to speak more but he was shoving himself inside you causing to let out a scream but he was quick to shove two fingers inside your mouth. "What's the matter? if its so fucking small you should be able to take it all"

You whined against his fingers

Rafe pounded into you roughly your nails digging into the paint of the hood. He was so deep inside you he had to be in your guts. To tell the truth Rafe had a very very large cock and he hit all the spots inside you that no one ever could.

His fingers tangled in your hair yanking you up against his chest. He pulled your head back a little to look at him.

"Small cock huh? Is that why you've got tears in your eyes?" It wasn't like you could answer with his fingers in your mouth but he was still smirking when you whimpered against his fingers. "I bet you feel me in your stomach, you feel me in your stomach angel?" He asked his hips moving faster causing your eyes to shut "No no princess you better fucking look at me"

He pulled at the ends of your hair causing you to open them back to look at him. His hand reached around you to slide his hand under the front of your dress running over the bulge in your stomach from his cock. His ring was cold against your stomach as he let out a dark chuckle "Look at me all in your stomach, you sure I have a small cock?" He pulled his fingers from your lips and you gasped for air, the feeling of him hitting every spor inside you getting way too much for you.

"T-t-too much" you gasped out and he shook his head with a chuckle "If it's so small baby take it" you were gasping between your moans and whimpers and suddenly you didn't care if the neighbors heard or saw.

He tilted your head back spitting in your mouth and you swallowed it quickly. The hand that was on your stomach moved down to your clit rubbing it fast "Squeezing around me so tight" he chuckled "Beg for it, beg to cum" you could hardly form words to answer him causing his hips to slow. You let out a whine "Beg" he growled

"Please Rafe, Please let me cum" his hips sped up a little but not enough to give you the orgasm you so desperately needed "Tell me I have a big dick" you would have rolled your eyes at him in any of other situations but right now he could tell you to say anything and you would say it. "You have a big dick Rafe, it's so fucking big"

"Tell me I've ruined you for anybody else"

"You've ruined me for anybody else Rafey"

"Whose pussy is this angel?" He growled his hips moving unbelievably fast "Y-yours" he chuckled darkly rubbing your clit at a rapid pace "I want you to cum for me angel" he slapped your clit the pain only adding to the pleasure.

A loud scream tore through your throat and your eyes rolled back as you came around his cock. You tried to control your breathing but he was still moving inside you chasing his own orgasm.

He groaned his nails digging into your hips as his cum filled you up. You let out heavy breaths and he pulled your skirt down after he pulled out of you. His arm wrapped around your waist to hold you up.

"That was fuckinh amazing baby" he tilted your head back to kiss your forehead. You smiled tiredly "You're gonna tell everyone I have a big dick tomorrow right?" You let out a scoff shaking your head "Hell no" you giggles leaning your head back against his chest.

"Do you think you can walk?" You shook your head and he chuckled picking you up bridal style "Is everything okay!?"

Ms. Smith the old woman next door came out looking at you "We're fine"

"I heard screaming and groans" the old woman said eyes scanning over the two of you "I don't know what it could've been we just got hear" Rafe lied

"Oh well, I'll notify the neighborhood watch. I think there's something funny going on" you let out a chuckle "Okay Mrs. Smith goodnight" you waved at the old woman as Rafe carried you towards the house.

"We're not actually gonna let her tell the whole neighborhood she heard moaning and screaming right?"

"Uh yeah we are"

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