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“Okay— jesus…” Neil struggled to hold you up as you stumbled into your house. “Be careful.”
“Couch.” You ordered, the word coming out a little slurred because of all the alcohol. You brought him to a party that your boyfriend invited you to. When the bastard decided he wanted to stay longer and enjoy the party, Neil offered to drive you home.
“Almost there.” He chuckled, helping you to the living room and gently setting you on the couch. “Are you sure you don’t want to go to your bed to sleep?” You shook your head with a small smile, your eyes barely able to stay open. “Okay… Call me when you wake up, alright?” When you heard his footsteps, you whined and grabbed his hand.
“No. Stay.” He looked around awkwardly, making you pout. “Please?” After very little debate, he sat down next to you on the couch. “Mm… you’re the best.” You mumbled, practically grinning. He sighed quietly when you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and rested your head on him, knowing he was going to be here a while. Trying not to jostle you too much, he relaxed back into the couch in a more comfortable position.
When you suddenly laid down with your head on his stomach, his body went completely stiff. His gaze shifted to your face, taking in the way your hair was a little messy and sprawled out over your cheek, then it moved down your body. You curled up on your side to get more comfortable and the motion had your bodycon dress riding up your legs, exposing even more of you.
You never used to dress like this when you were younger. Whenever you and Neil would go to a party, your dress would be long enough to safely cover your ass, but still reveal enough of your thighs to be appropriate for the occasion. It also wouldn’t be skin tight. But ever since you’ve been dating that douche bag, you’ve started to dress more provocatively. He can’t exactly complain because he definitely enjoys seeing you in clothes like this… He just wishes you were dressing this way for him.
He cursed under his breath and closed his eyes when his cock twitched in his pants. Now is not the time to get hard… Isn’t it though? You were basically passed out, you wouldn't know…
“Are you awake?” He whispered. When he got no response, he carefully reached for his pants and began opening them to free his cock. You didn’t stir as he started stroking slowly, trying not to move too much. He could just barely feel your panting breaths against his cock and he ached to know how warm and wet your mouth would feel around him.
Getting bolder, he rubbed the head on your lips, smearing precum over the faded lipstick. Everything about you was just so perfect and so fucking hot. He could barely take it.
“Jake?” You mumbled, trying to turn your head to look up at him, but he gently pushed you back so you were only looking at his cock. You thought he was your boyfriend? Even though that kind of upset him… he knew he’d feel better about it soon.
“Yeah, it’s me.” He whispered and you hummed in acknowledgment. “Open your mouth, baby.” Your lips parted lazily and he pushed his length in, trying not to moan too loud at the feeling. Even though you were half asleep, you were mouthing at the tip of his cock and flicking your tongue over it. “Good girl…” He groaned quietly.
“Suck it, baby. Come on.” He encouraged, making you whine, but start bobbing your head a little. “Fuck…” He hissed, letting go of his cock to let you do the work, wondering if you’re always this easy…
Wanting more, he slowly dragged his hand down your side, from your waist, past your hip, all the way to your bare thigh. When his hand went back up, he took the fabric of your dress with it, pulling until it was bunched around your stomach. His hips flinched up at the sight of your lacy thong, making you choke a little.
“God- you’re so fucking hot.” He moaned, quickly reaching up to pull your dress down below your tits to expose the matching bra. He could only see some of it because of the angle you were at, but it still drove him wild.
You whined and started pulling off, but he quickly placed a hand on your head and pushed you back down. “No..” You tried to say, voice coming out muffled around his cock.
“Shh… take it, baby. It’s Jake, remember?” Getting too desperate, he started pushing you down repeatedly, slowly fucking your mouth until you were choking and sputtering. “I’m so close.. Just a little longer.” He said through a breath, moving you a little faster now. With one hand on your head, he moved the other down to grope your tits through the lace bra, forcing a muffled sound from you.
“So fucking sexy— oh my god. And this ass…” He groaned, moving his hand down to squeeze your ass instead. He spanked you teasingly, making you whimper around his cock. “Take it bitch.” He spanked you again even harder and moaned at the way your muffled sounds made your mouth just barely vibrate around his cock.
“Such a fucking tease wearing this dress… laying down with your face on my cock, just begging me to fuck your mouth. I bet this cunt is soaked too.” He snickered, reaching around to the front of your body and cupping your heat, cursing loudly when he felt the wet patch on your panties. “You’re a real whore, aren’t you? Are you gonna swallow all my come like a good little slut?” His voice was getting progressively breathier as he neared his orgasm.
“…Or should I come in your cunt instead?” He chuckled, hand slowing to a stop, keeping you pressed down with your lips almost at the base. You choked and whimpered as he thought about it, but it didn’t take much convincing.
He pulled you off of him, then stood up and pushed you down into the couch on your stomach. Once you were positioned the way he wanted, he quickly mounted you and slipped your panties to the side. When you groaned quietly and tried to turn around to see what was happening, he put his hand on the back of your head and shoved your face into the cushion, holding you there. He didn’t waste anymore time lining up and pushing forward.
You let out a strangled whimper when he finally breached your entrance, forcing his cock all the way in your tight little cunt. He moaned loudly, trying to stave off his orgasm so he could at least have a chance to fuck you.
“Oh my god…” He whined, leaning over your body and laying down on top of you before releasing your head. “So fucking tight.. Does your boyfriend not satisfy you?” He cooed mockingly. “Is that why your cunt feels brand new?” He started bucking his hips, keeping his thrusts deep.
“Let me feel these tits.” He said through a breath, then lifted you up a little so he could pull your bra down and grope your bare tits, making you whine. He rolled your nipples between his fingers, pinching and pulling teasingly. “Fucking perfect.” He hissed, letting his head drop down on your shoulder. He inhaled deeply, feeling his cock twitch at the scent of your hair and your faint perfume. You moaned quietly and just barely started to squirm, making him shush you and use more of his body weight to pin you down.
“W-what…” You could barely even speak, but he still moved one hand up to cover your mouth, not wanting to hear you protest. When he sped up and got a little rougher, you were grunting and whimpering behind his hand each time his cock plunged deep in your little pussy.
“Good girl... Take my fucking cock, bitch. I deserve to fuck this cunt after putting up with your teasing for so long.” He hissed bitterly. You’ve been friends for years now and he’s so fucking sick of jerking off just to the thought of you.
You mewled and tried pulling his hand away from your face, but he wouldn’t budge. He started fucking you faster, pounding your abused hole, only caring about his impending orgasm.
“I might have to get you shit faced more often.” He chuckled. The best part about all of this is probably the fact that you won’t even remember any of it. If you did, you’d just think it was a dream since your best friend— the guy you trust more than everyone else— would never do something like this…
“Am I gonna be the first guy to breed this little pussy?” He knows you always make boyfriends and hookups wear condoms, you’ve told him that before. You were probably just saving yourself for him…
By now your hand fell back down to the couch, giving up on trying to pull him away. The only sign that you were even conscious were the little grunts being forced out of you with each thrust. Next time, he’ll have to do this in the dark so he can suck on your tits and maybe even kiss you— you’re probably such a good kisser. Your lips are always so pink and soft… always so pretty.
“Fuck… I’m gonna come.” He choked out, releasing your mouth to wrap his arms around your upper body, hugging you tightly so you couldn’t escape, even though his body weight was doing a good enough job at that already. “And you’re gonna take it, bitch.” He growled against your ear. You whimpered quietly and your body was rocking with the force of his thrusts— everything about you was bringing him closer to release.
“Ready, baby? Ready for my come?” He breathed, hips bucking into you frantically as he neared the edge, then finally fell over it. He groaned loudly and forced his cock all the way in, pressing firmly against your cervix. You whined in discomfort and squirmed a little, but his hold on you got even tighter. He was grunting and moaning next to your ear, his cock twitching with each rope of come that shot out from his cock. “Stupid fucking slut.” His hips snapped into you to punctuate the insult, forcing a pained whimper from you. “Take it. Take my fucking come in this needy little pussy.” He groaned, feeling his orgasm start to fade.
“Fuck…” He breathed, only relaxing his hold on you once his cock stopped twitching. “Keep being a tease and we’re gonna do this again.” He warned, but you didn’t respond or make any indication that you heard or understood him.
Letting out a heavy breath, he finally stopped panting, then pulled your bra and dress back into place before leaning up on his knees. You laid completely limp underneath him, even as he spread your ass cheeks apart and dragged his cock out. He shuffled back a little, then leaned down so he could watch his come trickle out of your gaping hole. He pushed it back in with his fingers and cursed under his breath, then fixed your underwear and stuffed his cock back in his pants.
Once all other evidence of this besides his come was gone, he stood up and looked down at you with a small smirk. He didn’t know it was possible for someone to look so peaceful after being fucked like a cheap whore, but you’ve always been an enigma to him.