Tags: [mlw][mdni][exbf!Rex][semi-public][handjob][cum eating][attempted murder][choking for non-sexual purposes][pining][semi-blowjob][facesitting][oral (f! receiving)][missionary][condom][mating press][cowgirl][nipple sucking][i am probably missing quite a few in my taglist but it's 4am and i lost the note that had all my rex people on so :3 my bad][spitting]
"She's his emergency contact."
"Mark, you can't just call a stranger. How— how'd you even know his password?"
"It's just 8-0-0-8-5. It's not that complicated."
The whispers hush down into a silence as you step into the GDA hospital room, your shoes are soft thuds on the tiled floors. The hospital smells sterile. A mixture of Life Buoy soap and hand sanitizer that makes your throat and lungs tingle and you stuff your hands into the pocket of your hoodie.
Brows scrunched into a frown as you stand beside Rex's bedside.
Your expression is the image of solemnity.
Eyes soft, lashes drooping and pouty lips tugged down into a little frown, your fingers clutching and picking at the loose threads in your pocket.
"I'm... Uh.. I know this isn't the time but what lipgloss is that?"
Rae's voice is quiet, bespectacled eyes focused on you and that stupidly magnificent gloss on your lips.
"It's... Uhm... 'Coochie Juice'." You internally cringe. "And I took a lipliner that's just a bit darker than my lipline."
"Overline just the Cupid's bow, and the curve of your bottom lip. Blur it out just a little, but don't fill in the corners. And then put on the lipgloss."
"Okay, thank you so much."
You go back to staring down at Rex. You never thought you'd see him like this.
Eyes fluttered shut, his head wrapped with blood soaked bandages and an IV drip feeding him fluids. His heartbeat is steady, vitals linked up to the screen beside him and you feel your expression crumple, your hands moving to cover your face.
Choked sobs slip from you and you hear the quiet 'we'll leave you two alone', before the others slip out of the hospital room.
And you swallow, inhaling sharply.
And by natural instinct, your gaze drifts towards where the plug of the ventilator remained stuffed into a wall socket and your glossy lips purse. And you reach for the head of the plug, fingers grasping snugly and you contemplate.
He cheated on you with Eve.
He cheated on you with Eve.
He cheated on you with Eve.
Is this what you really want?
That last question stumps you and your hand slips from the plug, and you instead, plant yourself in the seat at his bedside, your eyes teary and your lashes becoming wet with each blink.
"I wanna kill you so bad." Your voice is tiny, cracking as you bring your hands up to rest on him, fisting at the hospital blankets and your vision becomes even blearier.
"You fucking asshole." You sob. "I hope you die. I hope you see the fucking light at the end of the tunnel, before you're dragged to Hell. Kratos style."
Your heart's clenching and you're resting your head on his belly, feeling the way each breath he takes makes those washboard abs constrict and flex. And somewhere, shame's lost on you and you're lifting his hospital gown.
Staring at his abs and the way his muscular hips form that delicious V shape and you let out a low, unattractive sob.
"Why didn't you get ugly?"
You think you're convincing yourself when you see the way the corners of his lips quirk weakly, dimples making a faint appearance in his chiselled cheeks and Rex takes a breath.
"Because..... I could never be ugh—" Rex is cut off, a sharp gasp ringing from him when your hands wrap around his neck.
That tinge of sadness leaves you, and the sound of his voice irks you in a way that's downright demonic, and Rex gasps. His vitals are spiking, and your eyes are narrowing.
"Die, you cheating bast— oh, ewwww."
You grimace at the tent beneath the blankets, lips tugged into a disgusted frown as you glare at him, and emerald eyes peer at you from beneath long lashes. Long, brag-worthy eyelashes that flutter and curl perfectly.
And Rex grins. Cocky and so fucking full of himself.
"Good to know it still works."
And he grasps at your hand, calloused fingers brushing over the soft flesh of your palm, tracing the lines before he looks at you. And God, you lose all respect for yourself at the way your heart stutters, breath caught in your lungs and he sighs.
"Baby..." He murmurs softly. "What happened?"
"You got shot, I think. I wasn't really paying attention after they said you're hospitalized. I blew up a balloon and it made it difficult to listen. But..." You swallow. "In your head. Like, the back."
Rex lets a little laugh bubble from his cracked lips, before he glances at you.
"Why're so you mad at me? What... What year is it?"
His voice is soft, and your lungs constrict.
Before you remember who it is.
"Don't bullshit me." You huff, tugging your hand out of his grasp. "I know you don't have amnesia."
"Ah... Shit." Rex grunts before shifting, resting against the cushiony pillows. "Almost had you though, huh?"
The grin is charming, glinting even and he raises one of those perfect brows as he waits for your answer. But all that leaves you, is a low, annoyed groan. Before you push yourself up from your seat.
"I'm gonna go tell your friends you're—"
"Wait." Rex reaches for your arm and if you wanted to delude yourself, you'd say that you could see desperation flickering behind those emerald pools.
"I— uh..." He swallows hard, and your gaze moves towards where the monitor is showcasing his racing heart. "When I'm out, can we talk?"
You really wanna say no. But...
Rex stares at you, a dead stare on his face like he wasn't expecting that.
"I'll just come over anyway."
Your glossy lips part for an argument but Rex looks pathetic enough right now. Tubed up, bruised and beaten.
"Fine." You grumble. "You dick."
And he grins. Dimples showcased in chiselled cheeks and his tongue runs across his bottom lip in an attempt to soothe the cracks and dryness.
"Speaking of dick..." His gaze flits towards the tent in the sheets.
"Please." Rex begs. "My team can't see me like this."
"Most of your team has seen you like this."
There's a dead quiet in the room, because you're right. Most of the team has seen Rex's dick, if not taken a ride on it.
"Please." Rex breathes out. "Help me out. It's been a week."
You drop back into your seat, rolling up your sleeve dramatically and you let out an annoyed huff.
"You're giving me a handjob, not cleaning a horse's dick." Rex grunts.
"Basically the same thing." You grunt, your hand slipping underneath the covers as you scooch your chair closer.
"So... What I'm hearing is—"
"—that you think I've got a horse cock."
You let out a low, annoyed groan, your hand tucking itself beneath Rex's hospital gown, and your hand wraps around the thick base of him. Your eyes shut tightly, and you begin to tug.
Not even sexy stroking, just tugging.
"Ow— open your eyes— ow, shit. What are you doing?" Rex shifts uncomfortably, brows scrunching with each pinch of pain and he glares at you. Your eyes are still squeezed tightly shut, brows furrowed and glossy lips pressed into a thin line.
"Pretending you're Marlon Brando in A Streetcar named Desire." You grumble out and Rex huffs, swatting away your hand.
"Well, he'd never want you if that's how you give a handjob." Rex grunts, shifting uncomfortably and he palms himself through the scratchy blankets of the GDA hospital, his lips tugged into a frown.
"Yeah," he scoffs, "and it's cause you can't give a decent handjob."
You purse your lips because you don't wanna laugh at one of Rex's jokes. You need to internally remind yourself that you don't think he's funny and that you hate him, as you cross your arms over your chest, giving Rex a lazy glance.
Watching as he, very dramatically, gathers his bearings.
"So, can you get off your high horse, and give me a proper tug job?" Rex scoffs and you suck on your teeth.
"I don't owe you anything, Rex."
Your brows furrow into a frown and you watch the way Rex stares at you, bringing a fisted hand up to his mouth and he coughs. He coughs like a toddler forcing a cough.
"But I'm sick." He whines softly and you let out a peeved groan.
"You're not sick, you've been shot."
You're griping, complaining but you're shifting, spitting into your palm and sliding your hand back beneath the sheets and Rex's brows furrow, body going slack against the piled up pillows and he shifts.
"Fuck, just like that." He breathes out, hands moving to shift at the covers, his head tipping back when he feels the way your manicured and soft fingertips trail over that leaky divot, his cock pulsing in your hand. And Rex groans softly.
"Missed your tiny racoon hands." He murmurs, and you snort, pressing your face into the nearest pillow, as your shoulders shake with laughter.
And God, Rex would be lying if he said hearing the sound of your laughter wasn't something so refreshingly familiar.
The cadence of your snorts, wheezes that manage to slip from glossy lips and he watches as you straighten up again, swallowing away all evidence of giggling and Rex raises a hand. Moving it to cradle the side of your face, thumb brushing along the apple of your cheek.
Your heart begins to pound, the only sound in the room being the ever increasing beeping of his heart monitor, and your eyes flick towards the screen. The beats increase steadily. And you swallow hard.
"Shit, I really wanna kiss you." Rex breathes out. "Can I?"
"No, you're not putting your community lips on me." You scoff, with a snort of laughter and he groans, head tipping back.
"Fuck, why're you so mean?" He rasps out a laugh, his hips bucking into your fist and his eyes squeeze shut.
"Because you cheated." "Ow. Ow. Ow. Loosen the hand, Juggernaut." Rex breathes out, his hand curling around your wrist and his movements stutter when he presses calloused fingers against the warm flesh of your wrist.
Feeling your pulse thrum just beneath his digits, feeling the heat of your skin against his and his dick twitches in your grasp.
Hazy green eyes watch you, heavy lashes fluttering and you take in the bruising on his face. A swollen eye, a cut on his lips, a broken nose. He looks fucked up.
"You know," you lick your bottom lip, "I always thought that seeing you look like shit would bring me closure. But... Looking at you now..." Your eyes soft, your thumb brushing against his sensitive tip and Rex moans quietly.
"Mhm?" He sighs, chest heaving.
"I realise I need to watch you die."
Your voice is eerily steady but it's not enough to make Rex's cock soften, in fact. Calloused fingers dig into your wrist and he looks at you, full lips parted to let out pants.
You know he's just so... Pliable now that he's under a crazy amount of painkillers, but still enough for him to be coherent.
And he's so pretty too. With his pretty emerald eyes, and gingery strands that poke out from where his head's wrapped in gauze.
"Just suck the tip, please." He whimpers.
"No!" You hiss. "I'm not fucking blowing you."
And he whines, letting out an obnoxiously loud cough.
You grit your teeth, eyes flickering towards the door of his room and you let out a huff, standing up abruptly. Your sneakers make thuds across the tiled floor, and your movements are aggressive as you yank the curtains shut.
"I really fucking hate you, Rex." You grit out, plopping back in your seat and the legs of the chairs scrape against the linoleum as you scooch closer, lifting his hospital blankets and you stare at his cock.
Beads of precum rolling down the length, prominent veins protruding from behind the tanned skin and he twitches under your scrutinizing gaze.
"I know baby, and I'm sorry." He pants, shifting with excitement when he sees the way you lean forward, and your glossy lips wrap around his flushed tip.
"Fuck, m'so sorry for cheating." Rex's hands fist the sheets, his head falling back against his propped up pillows and he feels the way your tongue swirls, tracing the veins and your eyes flick towards him.
And that has him coming undone like a fucking ball of yarn.
The way your lashes flutter, the way your lipgloss leaves the prettiest ring around his cock and the way your eyes soften just a bit when his hand comes to rest on the crown of your head.
All of that, has Rex spilling into your mouth. Sweet cum painting your tongue in velvety ribbons and he groans. Low and breathy, and he frowns when you pull away with a pop, your cheeks puffed and filled.
He watches, his breaths bated as you swallow, licking the corner of your mouth before you lift yourself from your seat, stuffing your hands into the pockets of your hoodie.
"I'm gonna go tell your friends you're awake."
"What are you doing here, Rex?" You fold your arms across your chest, resting your forearms on the windowsill as you stare down at Rex, booted feet planted firmly on your grass.
"And how the fuck do you even know where I live?"
"I used the GDA resources." He calls back, before reaching into his car window, turning up the volume and you have to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing. Instead, leaning out of the window, eyes glued on Rex.
He healed up pretty nicely in just a week. The only evidence being a scar that bisects his otherwise perfect eyebrows. Voluminous gingerish strands remain pulled back into a bun, his undercut fresh and his trusty face framing pieces remain doing their job.
"I'll stand here every night for the rest of my fuckin' life to prove that I want you back." Rex calls to you, emerald gaze fixed on your form. On the way your pendant dangles, on the way your lips purse. Before he speaks up again.
"Well... Maybe not every night. I got shit to do. But every night this week?" He scoffs. "I'll do that shit."
You try not to snort at the sound of Seal, biting down on your plump bottom lip, as Rex stands with his arms outstretched. Powder blue Henley snug against his physique.
"BABY! I COMPARE YOU TO A KISS FROM A ROSE ON THE GREY!"
He begins to fumble the words, and you can see the frustration on his features, brows furrowing and you snort.
"You don't know the words." You snort, resting your chin in the palm of your hand and Rex huffs.
"Okay, fine." He folds his arms across his broad chest and it's kind of hard to take him seriously with Seal as his soundtrack.
"Of course I fuckin' don't. I'm not a sixty and my dick still works. But you know the words." Rex licks his bottom lip.
"I'm— okay, I know I'm a piece of shit but I'm a reformed piece of shit. I don't wanna die a cheating dick." And he shifts on his feet. "I'm new and improved."
"Yeah, this time you won't get caught."
"I won't go to prison if I knock the shit out of you." He seethes.
"Okay, I'm not entirely changed. But I'll make it up to you. I swear on my life, your life—"
"Bitch, leave my life alone."
"Well, I don't want it to be only on my life. You know that's shit's pretty worthless."
And there's a silence between you.
"I swear on Mark and Eve's collective lives."
Before chewing on the inside of your cheek, watching as Rex shifts around on your lawn and you let out a breath. Heavy and your cheeks puff out when you do.
"Please." His voice is quiet, gaze lowered. "I know I'm," he huffs, "like.... A dick, or manipulative or a serial cheater and like, self-serving, judgemental and I—"
"You're ruining the moment, Rex."
"I just," he swallows hard, "I don't wanna fuck up again. Not with you."
There's the softest silence between you, and you watch him. He looks so pathetic. Maybe your closure was needing him to beg, needing him to play Silk Shirt R&B loud enough for your neighbours' porch lights to flicker to life.
"Park your car in my driveway." You speak softly, before shutting the window and you don't need to look to know that shit-eating grin's plastered on his face. Dimples in sunkissed cheeks and you hear the slam of his car door.
"Yeah, m'sorry." Rex groans, his arms hooked around your thighs, your knees dimpling the pillow beneath his head and your hands clutch at the headboard like your life depends on it.
Rex's tongue drags along your slippery cunt, a mixture of spit and slick making it glossy as his nose bumps against your clit. The friction just enough to make your hips move, wriggling and writhing on his face, your forehead braced on the hand holding the headboard while your other sinks into his hair.
And he groans, lashes fluttering, cock straining against his jeans and he feels the fabric strain even tighter than it usually is.
You're coating his face in your mess, whining when he sucks your folds into his mouth, your hand fisting at his hair.
"Shit, keep doing tha—" Your hips lift just a bit and Rex groans under his breath, forcing you closer and his words are slurred as he speaks.
"Fucking sit." He breathes out. "Lemme show you how sorry I am."
He pushes his tongue past your puffy lips, the intrusion makes you buck, toes curling in your socks and you shiver. It's a sensation that makes your body buzz, electricity crackling just behind your skin and Rex is content.
The warmth of your plush thighs on either side of his head, you're sitting on his face and riding his nose like it'll earn you a prize. His hands grip your fleshy thighs, and he's trying to touch everything, palming the fatty mounds of your ass when he circles your clit.
The messy and whiny mewls leave your glossy lips, your head lolling and your brows bunching into the cutest little face he's ever seen. Especially with the way your pretty lips part and your thighs shake.
"Shhh, just give it to me." He tuts you.
And your body convulses, nails scraping along his scalp while your other hand grips for dear life, a whimper slipping from your lips and you nearly shriek when he keeps sucking on your clit, teasing the sensitive bud before lapping at your cunt. Savouring the taste of you before dragging his tongue up, all the way up to your swollen clit.
Rex has you on your back quicker than you can blink, your thighs spread and his calloused thumbs part your plush and glossy lips, watching the way your cunt flutters and he stares at you.
One hand reaches over his shoulder, grabbing the fabric of his shirt and he pulls it over his head, tossing it aside and he's even more glorious.
Sculpted pecs, razor sharp abs and golden skin. Dog tags hang just below his clavicle, catching the low light of your bedroom.
And his tongue drags over his teeth, his, canine poking into the wet muscle and you watch through half-lidded eyes as his hand unbuckles his belt while the other reaches into his back pocket.
Pulling out a condom and he bites down onto the ribbed foil edge while he discards his jeans and briefs.
"Do you just keep— like, carrying condoms with you?" You question, your chest heaving as you watch him, and your heart clenches at the way his grin widens, as he rips the condom with his teeth.
"Nah." He hums. "Only when I think I'll get lucky."
You watch the way he slides the condom onto his length, pinching the latex at the tip before his hands move to your thighs, calloused thumbs pressing circles into the flesh.
"And you thought you were gonna get lucky?" You cock a brow.
"I knew I was gonna get lucky." He abruptly tugs you closer to him, your thighs strewn lazily across his and he leans forward, veiny hand wrapping around his thick base. Watching the way your belly dips inward when he taps his latex-coated tip against your sloppy folds and he nudges himself at your entrance.
Pressing a kiss against the curve of your jaw as he pushes into you.
You feel the way your breath leaves your lungs, your saliva pooling in the back of your throat, gummy walls fluttering around him. Your belly caves, it feels like your stomach touches your spine and he sighs when he feels the way your fingers rake through his hair.
Nails scraping against his scalp before he lifts himself up, hands moving to cradle your hips, palming the fat there with an adoring expression.
"Spread that pretty pussy." He coos sweetly, and the huskiness of his voice does something to your self respect.
And your fingers are spreading your pussy, sensitive and glossy tissue exposed to the slight chill in your room and Rex spits onto your clit, his eyes on yours and he makes a sound in the back of his throat when he sees the way your brows twitch. Your cunt clenching just a bit more.
"How many inches are you taking, baby?" He breathes out, hand moving to rest on your waist instead, savouring the softness of your skin beneath his palms.
And you shudder. "Five..."
Rex's expression falls. And his eyes narrow, emerald gaze hardening and you watch the way his tongue pokes at his cheek, the slight bump visible.
"You think you're real fucking funny, huh?" He huffs, grabbing two of your pillows and he wedges them beneath your ass, manhandling you like it's his job.
"Yeah, I'm funn— holy f-f-fuck...—!" The wind's knocked out of you when Rex begins to pummel into that gooey spot that he found with damn near godly ease.
Your hands are pushing at his lower belly, nails leaving streaks down the tawny skin, pulled taut over sculpted abs and you're whining. Writing and trying to get him to slow down.
Because it's just too deep.
And your brain fizzles with an idea to at least score yourself a few seconds to gather your pearls.
And you poke him in the belly button.
And Rex pulls out, brows knitted into a glare as he stares at you. Bewildered, hands moving to protect his navel and he just stares.
His brain short-circuiting and you let out a breath.
"What the actual fuck was that?" He can't even laugh as he stares at you.
"It was too much." You breathe out, winded and you lift yourself, resting back on your elbows as you stare at Rex, eyes narrowed and your body far too overheated for just a few thrusts.
"Oh... Shit, you haven't been fucking?" And he blows out a breath, resting his palm on your mound and you feel the way your airways constrict when his thumb nestles between your folds. Sweet circles pressing onto your clit and you swallow.
"No, I've been busy." You hiss back, lashes fluttering and your head tips back, lips parting. And Rex coos.
"It's okay, baby." He sighs, carding his free hand through his hair, before gently pushing your thighs further apart.
"You just couldn't find someone to replicate my stroke game."
And you huff when you feel him slowly push his cock into you, guiding your leg onto his shoulder and he kisses the arch of your foot. Sweet and so, so reverent in his actions.
"Mhm." You hum. "I couldn't find someone to disappoint me the way you did."
"Don't make me choke you with this condom." Rex scowls, before pushing into you, brows knitting at the way your cunt squeezes at him, the lewd squelch makes his heart pound, and the annoyance at your biting remarks melts into nothingness when your hand rests on the nape of his neck.
And he swallows, guiding your other leg to his shoulder and Rex has you folded in half.
One veiny hand grasping the headboard, the other keeping your hips anchored to the bed as he slowly pulls out. Inch by inch leaving you until only his tip remains in your spasming cunt, and Rex sighs, pushing back into you.
"S'it good?" He questions you quietly. "No pain?"
And then he begins fucking you into the mattress.
The backs of your knees remain caught in the crooks of his elbows, warm hands gripping your hips and pressing you into the soft, puffy sheets, his hips smacking against yours in a way that's brutally unforgiving.
You watch through hazy eyes, nails digging into his bulging biceps, gaze flickering between his ecstasy-ridden face and where he's splitting you in half.
"Yeah," Rex groans softly, "keep watching."
He pants out a moan, head lolling and you watch the way his Adam's apple bobs.
"Watch me bust this pretty pussy open."
And he spits down your clit, the warm saliva making your belly clench as the glob trickles down your sloppy folds.
And Rex grins, his jaw clenching and he bites down on his bottom lip, watching with lovey-dovey eyes as your hand finds its way between your thighs, fingers sloppily teasing your clit. And he breathes out a laugh, chest heaving and dog tags bouncing off his toned chest.
"DJ Bean-Flick's in the booth, huh?" He snorts, the sound of his laughter echoes in the quiet of your room, turning into a whine when he feels the rhythmic spasms of your cunt. Milking him while your legs shake, your orgasm ripping through you like some kind of tidal wave.
Pussy gushing around him, glistening in the dim light and he groans, pulling out of you and he manhandles you.
Aggressively, roughly forcing you to sit up and he rests back against your headboard, lounging, and he pulls you onto him, guiding you to straddle him. And he watches the way you sink down onto him, inches disappearing into you and he moans at the sight.
Your hands move to rest on his broad chest, your hips lifting slowly, before you slam back down, and Rex tuts you.
"Lean back, baby." He huffs. "And on your feet."
And you groan, following his instructions with petulance.
"You sound like an expert." You breathe out. "You have a —hah— confession, Rex?"
And he snorts, hands move to grasp the headboard, you watch the way his biceps flex and he snickers.
"Why would you wanna hurt your feelings like that?"
Your face falls and your eyes narrow, arms moving to cross over your chest, lips pressing into a thin line.
"This is your audition back into my life, by the way." You frown at him. "Just in case you didn't know."
And Rex grins, a laugh slipping past his perfect lips and he rocks his hips up into you, the action so abrupt that your hands immediately move to his chest to support yourself.
"That's what you get when you try to start shit with me." Rex brags. "You mess with the bull, you get the horns. You taught me that."
You scoff. "Well, I taught you wrong. It's, 'you mess with the bull, you get covered in bullshit'."
There's a silence between you and Rex stares up at you.
"Please don't shit on me. I know I've got a strong stomach but—"
"I won't shit on you." Your laughter bubbles so easily from you, lips curling and your cheeks flushing deeper. Your dainty hands splay on his chest, your hips rolling against his, face hovering just above his and you let out a wistful sigh.
"I can't do it on command anyway." You add and Rex laughs. Loudly.
Dimples deep in his honeyed cheeks, hands gripping the headboard tighter because your hips keep rolling against him in that was that has him pressing against the plug of your womb, and you have the nerve to make him laugh too.
"There's something fucking wrong with you." He breathes out, before his arms move to wrap around your waist, bringing you closer to his torso and Rex's feet find purchase on your bed, his lips pressing against your pulse.
Before trailing lower and lower, until he finds the neckline of your shirt and he huffs.
There's something so lovely about watching the way the muscles in your arms move as you pull your shirt overhead, and his eyes catch on a pretty pendant.
Not the one you've been wearing so boldly, no, one you've kept hidden so neatly underneath your clothing.
A pretty, cursive 'R' that dangles lower than your other necklace, and Rex's gaze flicks up to yours, his throat tightening and his belly blazing with warmth and a feeling that might make him come faster if he acknowledges it for too long.
"You still wear this?" Rex hums softly, bringing up a hand to brush his thumb over the letter.
And you purse your lips, "Fuck you."
"I didn't even do shit." He snorts before pressing a kiss over your collarbone, nipping at the skin before he hums.
Rex doesn't wait for you to have a steady grip before he's fucking up into you, bruising your cervix and grinding your swollen clit against his gingery happy trail.
Lips wrapping around one of your pert nipples, hot and wet muscle dragging against the nub and your brain turns to mush.
Coherence and any thought of self-respect leaking out of your mouth in broken moans and a cacophony of mewls as you're kept in place. Unable to do anything but take everything Rex gives you, taking every thrust, every suck and every 'fuck' that's breathed against your skin in a steamy puff.
Teeth tugging on your other nipple, and he just loves the way you look.
Fucked out, your tongue lolling and your eyes finding permanent residence staring at your brain with the way they're rolling back and Rex feels his orgasm approaching faster than ever.
The burn just below his navel, the tightening of heavy balls and he whines.
He pants, like a dog, burying his face in your neck once he's deemed your nipples swollen enough and his teeth sinks into your shoulder. You feel so good.
He can feel every ridge of your gummy walls, he can feel the way your slick cunt milks and spasms around him like it's got a personal vendetta against him.
Chasing that elusive dragon of an orgasm, the warmth of your body seems so much more intense than it did at first and Rex's heart pounds.
And when he feels that dam burst, his hands are bracketing your hips and he's lifting you off him, pearly cum spraying across your cunt, a shredded condom around his shaft and you're whining at the warmth.
Hips twitching and your face pressed into the curve of Rex's neck, inhaling that smoky musk, your brain a puddle.
"D—did the condom break...?" You sigh, and he nods, swallowing audibly.
"At least now I know I can't use two year old condoms." Rex sighs, lowering you back down onto his body, his still-hard cock resting in the crease of your ass and it takes you a while to register his words.
Your head raises and your eyes narrow.
"Was that condom expired?"
"Pfft. No." Rex huffs. "It expires next month."
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