call me else

You wondered who was responsible for your terrible understanding of distance.

You knew how many feet were in miles off the top of your head; however, actually knowing how far things were from each other was a different practice.

Your drive took you away from Boston, through the mountains, and into Pioneer Valley. Passing through Springfield, you look for freeway signs that will take you to the region of satellite cities and towns and recall different moments when your father used miles to gauge distance.

“University is only twenty miles from the house, it’s a pretty easy drive.”

“You have half a tank? That should be more than enough to get you a hundred-mile round trip.”

“You have to run a mile and a half for P.E.? That should be easy.”

You roll your eyes at that last one–it wasn’t the slightest bit easy. It should be considered a miracle that one of your lungs didn’t burst in the middle of the fourth lap.

You sighed in relief that you weren’t lost despite following your navigation directions diligently, seeing a wooden-carved sign saying “The Town of Barber Welcomes You.” Though, your directions weren’t taking you to the cabin directly.

Mr. Barber mentioned the remote location of the cabin resulted in it not showing up in navigation apps on smartphones. Instead, he directed you to enter the address for a popular diner in the heart of the town. He wrote down directions for you to get to the cabin from there.

Finding a free spot on a busy avenue, you parallel park and check your side-view mirror for any oncoming cars before exiting carefully with your bag slung over your shoulder. Out of habit, you look to the sidewalk for a parking meter, laughing to yourself when you find none.

Perks of living out of the city, you think to yourself, darting quickly across the street and approaching the door to the diner.

A bell rings above you as you enter, drawing attention from a waitress and the cooks behind the counter. It’s a classic-looking mom-and-pop restaurant: booths along the windows, dark-stained wooden tables, checkered floor tiles, and framed photographs and newspaper clippings all over the walls. With the overcast day, it’s fairly dark inside, the dim bulbs from the lamps hanging from the ceiling not providing a lot of light.

There are a few other patrons scattered across the tables and booths; you’re ushered to an empty one and handed a menu.

“Don’t know if I’ve seen you around here,” the waitress comments, pulling out her notepad and pencil.

“I’m just coming in today,” you answer the question embedded in her statement. “I just got a job.”

“Oh, well, welcome. Hope you find our little corner of the world comfortable. You like cake?”

“Who doesn’t?”

“I’ll send you off with a slice before you go on your way. But, you must be hungry, I’ll let you browse and come back with something to drink for you. What’ll you have?”

She pivots away when you place an order with her and you turn your attention to the menu, scanning over your options for lunch as you shake away the thought that you’ve been transported into a cliche Hallmark movie.

After making a decision and waiting for the waitress to return, you send a text to your employer.

Thanks for suggesting the diner, Mr. Barber. And you were right, they’re pretty welcoming here.

You’re welcome! Glad you’re enjoying. And remember, you can call me Andy.

Your destination–and new workplace–was a cabin over a hundred miles east, near a small town at the base of the mountains and tucked away within a clearing in the forest; semi-off-road (there was a long driveway) but near the family’s historic business. Equipped with a degree in patient care and specialization in geriatrics and your terrible gauge for distance, you eagerly submitted your application for a job listing from one Andrew Barber, semi-famed district attorney.

The pay was handsome and came with lodging within the three-bedroom home.

However, you wouldn’t be working with him.

His mother lived in this cabin, along with his younger brother. The matriarch was in need of moderate memory and cognitive care while her younger son needed to dedicate time to running the family lumber business. According to Mr. Barber, you’d be a perfect fit–and a daughter his mother never got.

Placing your phone face down as your glass is set in front of you, you look up and give your meal order.

Your lunch comes out quickly and you’re done in less than fifteen minutes, feeling surprised at how hungry you had gotten from your drive. Sighing with your belly full, you pay your bill and smile when the waitress keeps her promise, placing a takeout box with a slice of chocolate cake in front of you.

“Thank you,” you say, hoping your gratitude comes through in your tone. Deciding to hopefully build some more rapport, you act as if Andy didn’t give you any directions and ask, “Do you know the way to Oakwood cabin? It’s where I’ll be working. I know it’s nearby, but I couldn’t find it on my phone.”

The waitress opens her mouth to speak but is cut off by a voice to the right of you. When you turn, you find a man wearing an open blue plaid shirt with a gray t-shirt underneath. Both garments are stained with smudges of brown dirt. You try to keep up as he rattles off the directions, nodding along. “It’s a little off the beaten path, but once you find that dirt road, you’re all set.”

Smiling as you thank him, you gather your takeout and bag, making sure to express your gratitude to the restaurant staff before you leave.

You scurry across the street and settle your belongings in the passenger’s seat, pulling out the directions Andy scribbled down for you before you left to corroborate with the ones the man in the diner gave you. Relieved that the directions match, you prop the paper on your dashboard and start your car, following the road to the edge of town and spotting the dirt road accompanied by a worn wooden sign with “Oakwood Cabin” painted in white letters.

As you drive forward, you find yourself underneath a canopy of pine trees, beginning to feel a sense of wonder; you don’t get to see this often. It floods you with a calm you could never get in the city, though you know it will take some adjusting, especially at night.

Suddenly, the trees open up into a large clearing, revealing your home for the foreseeable future. Further down, you spy another cabin still under construction.

Pulling up in front of the first cabin, you sigh as you put your car in park, hoping to sink into the comfortable couch Andy showed you in the photographs of the interior.

Your client emerges as you exit your car, calling to you from her porch as she waves excitedly before bringing her knitted cardigan tighter around her body.

“Hello!” she greets you, “You must be that nurse my son hired for me!”

“Hi,” you smile, “Yes, that’s me. Are you Marcella?”

“I am. Come in, come in,” she beckons you, “it’s so cold and you must be so tired from your trip.”

You lock your car and head into the cabin, ushered into the kitchen where it smells like Marcella just finished cooking.

“Are you hungry?” she wonders, “I’ve been cooking all day waiting for you. Please, sit down and eat!”

Your mind goes to your stomach, still full from lunch at the diner. But when she motions for you to sit with her at the table, her eyes are so sweet that you couldn’t possibly say no.

—---

“Levinson,” Jake calls as he comes back from lunch.

“You’re late, Jake,” Ari gripes. “And don’t use the travel time excuse on me. I don’t pay you to get to and from lunch. Just to–”

“Deliver lumber, yeah, yeah.”

The sarcasm doesn’t quell Ari’s frustration. With Jake late back from lunch, now the next delivery will be late, then all the other deliveries will be late and he won’t get to work on the house before dinner and get his mom in bed at a decent hour–

“But I was held up because someone was looking for your cabin.”

All thoughts in Ari’s mind freeze and he looks to his friend and business partner.

“Yeah, some pretty girl who sounded lost. Guess your mother’s taking things into her own hands and finding you a wife herself.”

“A girl–what?” His brows furrow as he tries to piece together the absolute nonsense that’s coming out of Jake’s mouth.

His mother had been nagging at him to get out there and date, but there’s never really any time when you’re running a lumber business and trying to build a damn house.

Then, it dawns on him.

“Shit. Sammy!”

He pokes his head through the door that separates the front room from the back; Ari wouldn’t call him a “secretary,” but he is the most organized out of all of them, so he just sort of fits the bill.

“What day is it?” Ari checks.

“It’s Friday the seventeenth. Why?”

As the words register in his brain, he begins to put information together.

“It’s settled now,” Andy had said, voice clear over the phone.

“No, it’s not–”

“I suggest you make peace with this, Ari. She’s coming on the seventeenth.”

Cursing as he throws the papers down on the desk, he barks orders at the two men. “Make sure you get the Mallard order out in the next five minutes, Jake. Don’t let Rachel pick up your slack, she’s got enough on her plate already. And deliver all the other orders for the rest of the day, I gotta get home.”

“Why?” Sammy pries.

“He’s off to see his girlfriend that his ma picked out for him,” Jake teases, pulling on a vest embroidered with the company’s logo on the breast.

“Fuck off, Jake,” Ari snaps. “It’s just family stuff,” he dismisses Sammy. “Keep me posted, call if anything happens, I’ll see you all tomorrow.”

Practically jumping into the driver’s seat of the truck, Ari drives wildly out of the makeshift parking lot and speeds down the road to the cabin.

He ignores the way his car jostles and rattles violently on the dirt road to his family cabin, cursing again when he sees a small sedan parked in front. His grip on the wheel is tight, more frustration seeping from his head into his muscles as he gazes down the way and sees his on-hold home project. At this rate, it feels like he'll never get it done.

His movements are aggressive as he shifts the gear, activates the emergency parking brake, and kicks the door open. It swings shut behind him and he trudges his way to the front door, not caring what he could possibly be interrupting inside.

He hears a gasp when the door slams against the wall, then moves around the stairs to stand in the living room. Looking into the dining area, he finds his mother dealing cards as she sits across from a woman, face clearly showing how startled she was by his entrance.

“Ari!” His mother says his name in a way that immediately lets him know he’s in trouble, “How many times do I have to tell you not to slam the door?! I don’t want you to waste any more lumber having to make another one!”

“Ma, why didn’t you remind me she was coming today?”

“I figured you had remembered but were just going to work for a few hours,” she shrugs. “Come meet my nurse.”

She mentions your name and you stand up, giving him a small wave before stepping forward with your hand extended.

“You’re Andrew Barber’s brother, aren’t you?” you say.

Setting his jaw and biting the inside of his cheek, Ari huffs through his nose and steps towards you, shaking your hand. “Unfortunately. But here, he’s Andrew Levinson. He probably didn’t tell you that on purpose.”

You don’t have the time to really consider the apparent jab he made at your employer. Standing so close to him now, you can smell the less-than-pleasant mixture of dirt, sweat, and pine, making your nose wrinkle but you try to hide it.

“Something the matter?” he asks suspiciously, hands resting on his hips as he looks at you through narrow eyes.

“No, no, not at all.”

When silence comes over the house, you wish nothing more than for the floor to swallow you up.

“Ari, now that you’re here, you can show her around the house and carry her things in!” his mother insists.

“‘Show her around,’” Ari feigns thoughtfulness as his eyes scan over the house. He’s lived here all his life and through the years, the space has only become smaller to him. “Well, that’s the kitchen and dining area,” he points behind you. “That door leads to the backyard where I chop firewood. This is the living room,” he uses his thumb to gesture to the space with the couch, recliner, and TV.

“Down that hall are the bedrooms; you’ll have ‘Mr. Barber’s’ old bedroom on the left, my room’s across the hall. Don’t hog the bathroom, we share it. Then ma’s room is upstairs, she’s got her own bathroom. I’ve got an office space up there too–don’t touch it. Got it?”

You blink owlishly for a moment before nodding.

“Good,” he smiles.

You never thought you’d see someone smile sarcastically, but there he is.

You purse your lips and announce you’re going back to your car to gather your things, walking back to the chair you were sitting in at the dining table and digging through your bag to retrieve your keys. Ari doesn’t move from where he stands, making you walk around him to exit the house.

Unbothered, he walks into the kitchen and pulls out ingredients for a sandwich. He hears his mother get up from the table and shuffle over. Just as he’s about to tell her to sit down because she can’t be doing any unnecessary physical activity, his right shin stings with a whack from her cane.

“Ah!” he exclaims, hopping away to distance the injury from her; knowing his mother, she’ll go for the same spot if he doesn’t listen.

“Go help her!” she nags. “I didn’t raise you to be so rude.”

He’s too slow to act for her liking, but when she begins to swing back for another hit, Ari immediately backs away from the counter and goes to the door.

“Okay, okay, I’m going!”

He rushes out of the house and stops at the porch, watching you pull out a large suitcase and a duffel bag. The wheels on the suitcase don’t seem to help as you try to roll it over the grass. You end up dragging it with your duffel weighing you down around your shoulder.

Rolling his eyes, Ari descends from the porch and rolls up his sleeves.

“Here,” he offers gruffly, picking up the luggage from the side handle and lifting it off the ground with no effort. “I’ll be honest, I don’t know why my brother hired you.”

“Well, I have a B.S. in nursing, I specialized in geriatrics. And I–”

“Fancy words and acronyms don’t mean anything to me,” Ari cuts you off. “I know how to take care of my own mother.”

“Andy said–”

“Let’s get something straight,” he interrupts again, this time turning around to face you and holding his hand up. “My brother doesn’t know shit. He left us to become some stupid big-shot lawyer in Boston, left me to take over the family business because fuck my dreams, and barely showed up to my dad’s funeral. So I don’t give a fuck what Andy said. I can take care of Ma.”

As he turns on his heel, you decide to tell him what Andy said to you when you asked why he was hiring all of a sudden.

“He knows you have a lot on your plate,” you state plainly. “He said he imagined it must be hard for you to be here on your own with your mom and figured you’d need help.”

He doesn’t reply. He doesn’t even look at you, just keeps walking to the house.

You call his name and his body language shows his reluctance as he stops and turns to face you.

“She won’t get better,” you say. You know that sentence hurts; studying neurodegenerative diseases was difficult enough. Actually seeing in practice was even harder. “It’s a progressive disease, it’s delicate. She needs special care–”

“I know what my mother needs,” he insists. “I’m just here to help you with your stuff, I don’t need any lessons from you.”

You watch as he goes back into the house, feeling deflated. Shaking your head, you decide to finish the current task at hand; helping Ari understand will have to come later.

—--

Marcella took a nap the rest of the afternoon, allowing you time to unpack and get settled into your new living space. The room was about the same size as the one you had in your previous apartment, which was a pleasant surprise.

Tucking your bags underneath the bed and into the closet where they fit, you smooth your shirt down and make sure everything is in its place. Deciding it was finally time for you to try and relax, you head into the kitchen to grab a glass of water.

Grabbing one from the cupboard, you catch movement through the window in the corner of your eye.

Ari’s chest heaves as he breathes heavily, hair hanging in his face as he leans down to place a piece of wood on the chopping block. Prying his ax from the block, he widens his stance and swings the tool back and over his head before bringing it down, the log immediately splitting in half.

You could hate him for the way he runs his fingers through his hair to move it out of his face. It’s unfair how handsome he is–with blue eyes and a rugged look complete with long brown locks and a full beard. It was just unfortunate that he didn’t seem to be happy about your mere presence in the house.

You watch him swing again, mesmerized, only broken from your reverie when you hear the sharp sound of the glass in your hand colliding with the floor and breaking into pieces.

“Great,” you mutter, squatting down and opening the cabinet for the garbage bin. You find a stack of paper bags and grab one to help yourself retrieve all the shards. When the pieces are too small and pose a risk to you cutting yourself, you find a dustpan to gather them all safely and dump them into the bag.

After putting the dustpan back, you place the bag on the counter and wash your hands. Then, you grab the bag to take to the garbage bin in front of the cabin.

As you finish your chore, the sound of a car pulling up to the cabin grabs your attention.

Your head tilts curiously until the driver emerges, greeting you with a wave.

“Sorry to drop in now,” Andy shrugs, walking to the trunk of his car and pulling out an overnight bag. “When you texted me, I found myself wishing I had just driven with you because I haven’t been home in ages.”

“Oh,” you say dumbly. What can you say? It’s not like you live here, who are you to say anything about whether or not he can visit? “It’s no trouble, I’m sure. Your mother will be thrilled to see you.”

“And my brother?”

“Well…his head seems thicker than pine trees, but I’m hoping he’ll come around.”

“Yeah, that’s Ari for you,” he replies, gesturing for you to come into the house.

He holds the door open for you to enter first and you step in to give him enough space to enter and shut the door behind him.

You’re just about to tell him Marcella is taking a nap as you both step into the living room when you hear the back door open and shut. Turning back, you find Ari standing there, still sweaty and messy from chopping wood outside, clear disappointment across his face as he places his hands on his hips.

“You’ve gotta be shittin’ me.”

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He takes off his sunglasses, setting them on the marble counter. “Obviously that was a joke, you know I’d never miss one of your streams, babe.” Ransom sits on a barstool, propping his chin on his hand. His mischievous blue eyes eat you up in your united robe. “Watching you bounce up and down was just the entertainment I needed while sitting in traffic.”

You tie your robe, ignoring his protests. Taking your glass and filling it a third time, you begin to wonder if you should take it easier next time. The tips made up for the aching between your legs, and you’d be lying if you said you hated your job. It was fun, you loved being watched and it gave you an irreplaceable high. And now you’ll be able to buy your textbooks for school and treat yourself to new clothes.

“How much did you earn?” Ransom asks casually. His dark hair is effortlessly styled as always.

You go over the numbers in your head, clearly, he wasn’t leaving any time soon and you had trouble ignoring his handsome face. “About $480—I would’ve streamed for longer but I have a paper due tomorrow.”

Ransom, the asshole, laughs with a charmingly smug smile. “Oh, how much did we make that one time?”

He’s referring to the night you shared a few weeks ago when you finally caved and allowed Ransom on your live. That stream was featured on the homepage, is currently your most viewed and it helped you jump nine places in the ranks.

Admittedly, that night, you had some of your best orgasms. Just thinking about it made your core throb.

It wasn’t fair that Ransom could affect you in such a way. As if he had the manual to your body, knowing exactly how to touch you for you to lose your mind.

The two of you have been friends-with-benefits for nearly a year now. Sure, before your arrangement, Ransom had flirted with you, stared at you and touched you in a fashion that could be considered a little too friendly, even when both of you were dating other people at the time, but it never went further than that.

Like a predator stalking its prey, he was patient. It didn’t matter to him that either of you weren’t available, but it mattered to you.

Last year, you ended a serious relationship with a guy who didn’t like that you were a camgirl or that you had an OnlyFans. He’d belittle and criticize you almost every time you saw each other, snide remarks and disgusted faces when you even mentioned camming.

Looking back now, you’ve realized that you shouldn’t have tolerated him.

When you finally cut it off with the jerk, all your friends rejoiced respectfully, most of them anyway. Wanda and Natasha comforted you and watched corny rom-coms with you for a month straight. You’re positive you’ve seen every romantic comedy in history.

Ransom, on the other hand, was the happiest. He picked you off the ground and threw you on the couch, pinning you down until you agreed to go to the club to celebrate, it was his treat.

Halfway through the night, you lost count of the shots you downed with Wanda and Natasha. Between work and school, you forgot what it was like to let loose. The three of you paraded around the club, dancing and laughing.

Eventually, Wanda found her way to her boyfriend’s lap and Natasha was chatting up a woman at the bar which left you and Ransom to have your own fun. It started with dancing, then body shots, and more dancing, and then you were on his bed and he was between your thighs, his mouth on your cunt.

“Sex this good doesn’t come often, baby.” Ransom rolled onto his back, chest heaving and his cock still hard.

You hummed, reaching over to touch him. Heavy in your hand, hot and covered in your slick. “So take advantage of it.”

Ransom groans, jaw clenched tightly. “Fuck—if you think I’m letting you go after this, I must’ve really fucked you dumb.”

That weekend, he had you on every surface of his house. And the next day after you went home, he showed up with take-out and a proposition you couldn’t refuse. You’ve been friends-with-benefits since then.

“Just over 1.3K.”

“$1313, if I remember correctly. Your weekly earnings in one night, baby.” He stands and strips off his sweater, revealing a tight white t-shirt that hugged every dip and curve of his muscles. Your knees quivered, eyes dropping to the unmistakable budge in his pants. He smirks and goes to the fridge, swinging it open. “Do you have any whipped cream?”

You know exactly where this is going. You’re awfully aware of what’s cooking in that shameless mind of his.

You’ve known Ransom since high school and watched him grow from a teenage boy who bragged about his family legacy to a young man who actually helped build the Drysdale-Thrombey empire. He’s always been devilishly good looking and somehow always found trouble but got off without any repercussions because of the silver spoon in his mouth and his mother was one of the scariest women in the city. But times like this, when he was so clearly up to something—a sly glimmer in his eyes, you wanted to kick him out of your apartment.

“Stop.”

Ransom gapes innocently and has the guts to look offended. “Stop what?”

“You know what you’re doing.” You step away, rounding the kitchen island to put some space between the both of you. “Put your sweater back on.”

He dives back into the fridge, humming loudly. “I can’t hear you, babe. You’re going to have to speak a little louder—oh!” He exclaims and stands at his full over six-foot height. “Aw shit, it’s expired.”

“Hugh, you need to leave. I’m tired.”

“Hugh? What happened to daddy?” He licks his lips, looking at you like a piece of meat. Your body betrays you, the heat returning between your thighs. But you can’t take any more for the day. “You don’t want me to leave, sweetheart. I know you miss me too.”

You literally just had lunch together and rode him in his car two days ago.

“Gonna let me taste your cunt? Daddy had a stressful day and watching you take that cock got me all worked up.” He’s towering before you, pressing you against the counter with a hand on your hip. He dips lower, lips lightly brushing your cheek, then your jaw. “I know you were ignoring the questions about me. Are you ashamed of me, baby?”

Every time you looked at the comments of your stream, there were always some asking when you’d have a co-star again. Your viewers, aside from the jealous ones, seemed to love watching you and Ransom.

He was ravenous that day, tearing your panties off and stuffing them in your mouth. He bent you every which way, bruising your hips and thighs with his big hands. But he never forgot about your fans and gave them the best view the entire time while working your body like it was his job. Ransom was unlike your past lovers, and he was very generous. You clench his shirt in your hands, chin tilting up as he kisses along your neck. “N-No.”

“So, why not tell your fans how often I fuck you off-camera, how good you take real cock instead of that fake shit.” Ransom’s hand slips under your robe, trailing up your thigh. He groans when he feels your wetness. “Didn’t even clean yourself up, little one? It’s like you wanted daddy to lick you up.”

His fingers slip between your folds, getting soaked with your slick. You squeeze your eyes shut, a pitiful whine escaping you. Anticipation pushes every sense of self-control from your mind as fire only Ransom can ignite takes its place. Ransom growls, hard body pressed against yours. His mouth moves over your skin, nibbling and suckling as he takes your robe off.

He pulls back, blue eyes cast by a familiar hunger. He tuts darkly. “Those marks healed already?” His fingers are still working your cunt, rubbing your clit in gentle circles, before penetrating your weepy hole. He moves slowly, letting you feel every ridge of his fingers, the cool band of his pinky ring sending shocks through your body.

A harsh twist of your pebbled nipples has you arching, breath hitching in your throat.

Ransom grips your breast, kicking your ankles further apart. “Daddy asked you a question.”

Shuddering, you grip the counter behind you. He doesn’t waste any time, adding a third finger to your already stretched hole. “Had to cover them.”

The intensity in Ransom’s eyes becomes heavier, you can almost feel it weighing on your face. “You had to?” His tone is low, inquisitive. “Or, you just didn’t want people to see? You don’t want your fans to know you’ve already got a daddy. Don’t want to break their hearts, baby?”

He drops to his knees, thumbs spreading your folds as he blows lightly on your core. “Such a stupid girl. You want all your viewers to think they’ve got a chance with you, huh? You’re forgetting how much they loved watching you get wrecked by me.”

Ransom inhales your intoxicating smell, his mouth waters at the deliciousness that awaits him.

“Look at that… you’ve got the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen, baby.”

Usually, he’d take his time and tease you a bit, but you looked too good. So, he devours you, groaning as your juices flood his mouth. He eats you out messily, forcing you to take everything he has to offer. Tongue massaging your clit before swirling around your little hole, then finally entering you. His grip is tight around your hips, burying his face deeper into your pussy when you try to squirm away.

He growls against your cunt, tugging your throbbing clit between his lips, sucking hard. “Don’t run from daddy.”

You almost fall to the ground, but his strong arms steady your hips. Your weak moans are his favourite sounds, they never fail to make his cock hard. He wants to put them on a record and listen to them every night when he’s without your company.

So, when they abruptly stop, he glances up at you. Your fingers are stuffed between your teeth, eyes shut tightly as your chest heaves. A light sheen of sweat covers your naked skin, but that’s not enough for Ransom. He wants you to sweat off the makeup that covers his marks, it was offensive, really.

Your viewers deserve to know you’re getting more than just plugs, silicon and your own fingers.

He rips your hand away from your mouth and places it on the back of his head. Pressing his lips on your inner thighs, sucking and nibbling until you tug at his hair. He marvels at the fresh marks on your skin, then licks from your hole to your little pearl. “C’mon, sweetheart, let daddy hear your pretty noises.”

“D-Daddy, I can’t—” You squeal when he shoves two fingers into your leaky cunt, “I’m sensitive.”

He pouts mockingly and if you had enough energy, you’d give him a piece of your mind—but he’s ruined you with only his mouth and fingers. You don’t even know how long he’s been here, and you’re already dripping down your thighs.

“Aw, is your pussy sore, baby?”

You throw your head back and it thumps loudly against the cupboard. And, Ransom, the dick, laughs.

“Don’t give yourself a concussion now. Unless, of course, you want Dr. Drysdale to take care of you.”

“Ugh, shut up.” You hiss and reach out, shoving his face between your folds again. A tingle shoots up your spine when he goes back to work.

Ransom lifts you up, setting you on the counter with ease. Skillful digits thrusting in and out of your pussy while his lips are wrapped tightly around your little nub. He licks your juices, gathering it into his mouth before spitting filthily. It splatters on your centre and slips down, it only makes you hotter, wetter. Your cream mixed with his saliva dripping down onto his fingers fucking into you.

Ransom can never get enough of you, ever since that first night when he tasted you. It made everything worth it. After putting up with your jerk boyfriend at the time, watching him kiss you, touch you, argue with you—he had a hard time regaining his composure. Jealousy streamed through his veins, making a home deep inside him. Reminding him every day that you were giving that asshole your precious time.

He never deserved you, he couldn’t put you on a pedestal as tall and grand as Ransom could.

Ransom can feel himself getting worked up over it.

Taking out his frustrations on your pussy, he grows more ravenous. Moaning against your flesh as you tug at his hair, his scalp aching dully. Your wetness is smeared all over his mouth and always the spoiled brat, Ransom wants more. Greedily sucking on your pussy, tongue piercing deep inside you while his fingers rub your nub raw.

He tears you apart with his mouth, grunting as you reach an unexpected high. As your cream pours out, Ransom drinks it up like a starved man, treating your little cunt as his property, taking more and more from you as you cry out weakly. His cock is hard in his pants, threatening to rip the zipper.

You look glorious above him. Blissed out of your mind, lips bitten and swollen, one hand squeezing your tit as the other yanks at his hair. Pulling him closer and shoving him away, all too dozy from your pleasure.

He isn’t a complete monster and makes up for the indecent mess he’s made you with his cock. Swiftly stripping off his shirt, unbuckling his pants and hiking one of your knees over his arm.

He catches your head before it could slam into the wall, “You doing another show tonight?”

Your eyes flutter and you whimper when the bulbous tip of his length nudges your tender button. “No—I have homework.”

Ransom smirks, pressing forward, penetrating you in one deep thrust. He keeps a firm hold on you, “Well, now you have another assignment. You’re going to show all your fans my cum leaking out of your little cunt. Let them see just how messy your pussy can get, how much you love it.”

He grunts, hands gripping your hips to keep you from squirming away. Sheathing his big cock to the hilt, your arousal spilling around his girth. You try to no avail to escape him, your mind dreading the awaiting soreness while your body can’t get enough. Your hands weakly press against his chest, nails digging into his pecs.

“Show them what a good girl you are, how you’re made for me. Look at you, so fucking pathetic, my little cumslut. Just for daddy, huh? Wanna be fucked raw like a dumb little baby, be filled to the brim until your dripping.” Ransom groans, manhandling you until your hips are hanging off the counter, your upper half curled to watch his dick fuck into you. At this angle, you both have the best view.

Ransom parts his mouth and a string of spit falls directly on your pussy. The action pushes a squeak from your throat, your eyes roll back into your head and you give in. You clench around him, choking and soaking his cock like you own it. It only makes him grin wolfishly.

He splits you open. Pounding into your creamy cunt, squelching noises filling the kitchen and planting deep into your memories—you’ll never be able to walk in here and not think of Ransom’s cock. And that’s exactly what he wants.

“Sweet girl, letting daddy taste your tiny pussy after your show, after you fucked yourself to tears on a toy.” He purrs, “And to think, you wanted me to leave. You still want me to go?”

“No, no, please don’t stop fucking me, please.” You mewl, your unfocused eyes struggling to meet him.

“I don’t know,” His voice cracks when your nails scratch down his chest, leaving red lines in its wake. “Maybe I’ll stop right now, keep you on my cock while you do that stupid homework. Have you nice and filled up until you’re done, then I’ll fuck you like the little slut you are. You know what you’ll do next, sweetie?”

Ransom’s hand strokes your cheek, a delicate sign of affection in contrast to him gilding into you balls-deep. He takes it all in, you sprawled on your kitchen counter, moaning uncontrollably while you lose yourself in the euphoria.

“You’re going to give everyone a show. Spread these pretty legs in front of that camera and let them watch my cum pour out of your cunt. Tell them how much you love getting fucked stupid by daddy.” His fingers drift lower until they wrap around your neck tight enough to make breathing a little harder. His pinky ring cools your hot skin. “You can’t live without cock, huh? Fucking dumb slut.”

“Daddy, daddy.” You moan wetly.

He presses you into the cold marble. “That’s it, you love daddy’s cock, baby? Tell me how much you love it.”

“Yes, daddy, f-fuck.” His girth stretches you to a hilt, the tip reaching your cervix with every strong pound of his hips. Your juices slip around his cock. “I love your cock, love when you fuck my little pussy.”

“Yeah? You’re such a little slut—my little slut who loves cock. You’re dripping all over me, fuck. You don’t even care if it’s a fucking toy, huh? Just want all your holes to be filled up, dirty girl.”

A string of your short uh’s following his words, every drive of his hips is powerful and they make your legs flail by his sides. Piercing into your spot then drawing out, letting you feel every vein before plowing back into your sopping mess. Ransom’s pounds never lose their strength or depth. Not when you scream as you convulse around his shaft, and most definitely not when his phone starts ringing on the counter.

“What?” He says with his phone to his ear.

Your ass is on the cool counter again, your legs hooked over his shoulders to keep you spread wide. He grits his teeth as he listens to the other person on the line. Like most times in your presence, Ransom has a hard time focusing. Right now especially since his eyes are glued to your soppy twitching core. You’re so hot and tight that his hips stutter, he almost cums right there but holds back.

Pulling out, he slaps the fat tip of his cock on your swollen clit, dragging it through your creamy goodness until he’s thoroughly coated. You bite your lips, trembling as he ruts against your folds. The sounds coming from your contact are shameful.

“Well, tell Walt to fucking figure it out. I’m busy.” Ransom huffs, circling your leaky centre before breaching in once more. His pace builds quickly, your pussy stretches to accommodate his huge size. “My friend just got dumped, she’s crying.”

You can’t help but jerk, your body reacting faster than your mind as Ransom smirks down at you, thrusting deeper if possible. He raises one eyebrow, “She is. Here, listen.”

The hold Ransom had on you was truly criminal, he knew exactly how to tear you apart, piece by piece.

Your high-pitched whimpers flow freely into the microphone of Ransom’s phone. You hope it’s convincing, but at the same time, you don’t even care. Being heard and being watched got you off to no end. You know sound like a fucking mess, and you can only hope they believe you’re just a poor girl all distraught and in need of comfort, and not literally getting railed within an inch of your life.

“Oh my god,” You cry out, your pulsating walls constricting as another high rolls in.

Ransom curses under his breath, a deep flush spreading from his shaven face to his chest, colouring his built physique a cherry colour. “Yeah, she’s all sensitive.” His free hand presses down on your lower belly, his thumb rubs your little pearl and combined with his thick tip ramming into your sweet spot, the pressure snaps every thread of restraint you have left.

You gasp and tense when Ransom’s spit lands on where you’re connected. A guttural groan escapes him as your walls squeeze his throbbing shaft, and your juices spill out all over him. You lose yourself. Toppling over, squirting around his cock. Spurting on his hips and dripping down his cock to his balls.

Ransom pulls out, fingers strumming your nub, prolonging your high. Desperate to drain you dry. “Fuck, yeah. She needed me, right, sweetie?”

You squeak, still squirting as you grab his wrist, trying to push him away. You don’t even care how obvious your strangled gasps are. “Yes, yes, daddy. Please fill my little pussy with your cum, wanna be yours.”

He shakes off your grip, suckling on his fingers noisily. “I’ll be there in twenty.” His phone clatters onto the island counter, if you could, you’d scold him for being so careless.

Ransom smiles down at you, as he hikes your legs around his waist. Again, he breaches your core, building a pace immediately and rocking into you. The meaty girth sliding along your twitching walls, the tip of his cock slams into your spot unrelentlessly, making you see stars.

“Let’s hurry it up, baby. Daddy has to go back to work.”

You fall apart as Ransom uses your body, forcing you to spiral into another climax.

“I’m going to fill this little pussy. Look at that creamy cunt, taking my fat cock like you own it, huh? You want daddy’s cum, don’t you?” His hands are planted on either side of your head, his broad frame blocking out almost all of your vision and his biceps flexing inches from your face with every thrust.

You’re so submissive under him, just a weepy little thing. Letting him use your sensitive core, fuck you like a little slut in your kitchen. You were filthy. “Daddy’s sweet dumb baby, so fucking pretty. Are you going to squirt for daddy again? Cum all over my dick, sweet girl. Choke my cock, c’mon, cream all over me again.”

His filthy words seep into your skin and your brain, hitting all the right spots and triggering another orgasm. This last one hurts, you forget how many times you’ve come today but you know you’ll feel it tomorrow. But you thank the heavens he didn’t leave before.

Ransom groans deeply, his hips are flush between your thighs as he presses to the hilt, the fat head rutting into your spot. You squirt around his cock, legs trembling and toes curled tightly. Your neck stretched high as you quite literally screamed out his name. His seed fills you up, coating your inner quivering walls, filling you to the brim. Ransom falls forward and buries his face in your neck, biting your sweaty skin and fucking his cum into you, intoxicated over the feeling of you.

When he pulls out, his hand lands on your tingling centre. Craning his neck to watch his fingers enter your hole, he plays with your messy cunt. Growls rumble in his chest as his cum slips out of you and down to your smaller puckered hole, the sight makes his cock twitch.

If he could, he’d drag you to your bedroom and fuck you until you cave and start another stream.

Instead, he looks down at you. Limp on the counter, pliant and obscene all for him—and from him. He grips your jaw with his free hand and spits lewdly into your gaped mouth, squeezing your cheeks until your lips pucker. “You’re so pretty, baby.”

Like the good girl you are, you swallow before speaking. “T-Thank you, daddy.” Your throat is raw from your screaming, tomorrow you feared it might be totally gone.

Ransom lets out a breathless laugh, loving the cloudy look in your eyes. “Mhm, you’re welcome, sweet girl.” He wipes the tears from your face, he’d bet money that you didn’t even know you were crying.

Still slightly reeling from the many orgasms you’ve had today, you miss Ransom moving to his bag. That’s why when you feel fabric sliding up your legs, you jump.

“I saw these at the store and couldn’t help but think about how pretty you’d look in them. Do they feel nice, sweetheart?”

The black lace thong cups your mound firmly, keeping his seed from spilling out. You do like it and you can tell that it’s from one of those fancier boutiques. “Yes, daddy.” You blink up at him, making grabby hands.

Ransom grins, dipping down to kiss you. His tongue sloppily meeting yours, savouring you because he has no clue when he’ll see you again. Not with his uncle constantly screwing up at work. He’d much rather linger around until you get sick of him, or at least give you some aftercare. God knows you need it.

Sure, you were friends-with-benefits, but you were friends before that. And you’ve never protested to him washing you or catering to you after you’ve had sex. But as of your most recent hookups, those weird fluffy feelings arise and Ransom has to remind himself that this is just an arrangement. It was his idea, he should be the last one to turn this into something it’s not. Maybe he needs aftercare, he’s obviously lost some ability to think without going completely off track.

“Are you all right?”

You hum, feeling thirsty again. “I could go for some water.”

Ransom, fully nude, retrieves a cold water bottle from the fridge. He watches you gulp half of it down before offering him the rest. “I’m good.”

You wave it in front of his face with your eyebrows raised.

“Fine.” He finishes it off and quickly cleans you up, or at least tries to as his phone rings on the counter again.

He ignores it and helps you down, steadying you when you tremble. After dressing himself in his pants and t-shirt and making you wear his sweater, he kisses you once more. “Now, be a good girl and don’t let any of that leak out, unless you want to get spanked until you’re crying.”

After Ransom’s visit and minutes after hitting submit on your paper, you find yourself switching on your camera and booting up your computer. Your room is cast with a soft glow, little yellow lights hanging from your headboard. Your bedroom is a colour scheme of white, soft blues and lilacs, various cloud pillows and other soft blankets playing into your persona.

You went by Angel. It was one of the more common names, but you didn’t mind. It seemed no one else cared either, since you were climbing your way up the charts every day, constantly gaining subscribers as each month passes.

Your camera sits on its tripod, aimed directly at your bed as you log into your account. Wasting not a moment to start a stream. Two in one day? Your fans were getting a treat today.

The timer begins counting down from five. You check your makeup on your screen, adding a tad more lipgloss.

Your subscribers all receive the alert.

New Notification: AngelEyes is going live!

You fix the mesh of your bralette so it’s cupping your breasts and the strings of your thong aren’t twisted.

3…

You kneel in front of the camera, anxiously watching the number change.

2…

A ding echoes in your room and you glance at your phone.

Ransom: can’t wait for your fans to get jealous over my cum leaking out of you

1— AngelEyes is live!

You smile, clasping your hands in your lap and pushing your breasts together with your arms. “Hi, everyone! Happy Friday!”

The three years you’ve spent on the site, streaming and in the industry have led to many regulars attending your shows. The comments start rolling in, from sweet greetings to outright dirty demands. Your viewers varied widely. From soft and strict dominants, submissives like you who just came to watch, those with fetishes and a knack for sending comments that could make the crudest people blush.

You hated to play favourites but your eyes immediately scanned for your top viewers. The men who tipped generously, sent you gifts and paid for private custom content. Since your career picked up, your collection of lingerie and sex toys has grown exponentially. The once small drawers for either have turned into a treasury in your closet. Ranging from risqué costumes and sets, and pleasure toys you wouldn’t dream of buying yourself.

17sergeant: This is a pleasant surprise. Hi, Angel.

SGR_04: Look who’s back hours after fucking herself stupid.

81Robert: It’s almost like you knew I couldn’t make it to your show before.

You sit back on your mass of pillows, lightly petting the giant teddy bear beside you. “Hi, Robert! You missed my show earlier? That’s okay, I can give you a special present right now.” Your legs fall open, and you giggle, just tracing your fingers over your cunt. The fabric of your panties is visibly a shade darker.

Your eyes flicker over the screen for the next few moments. Smirking at the number of eager fans wanting you to strip already. “Don’t you all want to play for a bit? You all know I love teasing...” You pout, tilting your head to the side.

SGR_04: Are you going to fix that list above you? Or do I have to teach you a lesson, doll?

“Oh, my board! I’m sorry, daddy.” You spin around and grab the marker attached to the whiteboard above your bed. ‘Angel’s Top Tippers!’ is written on the surface in pink marker and the frame is decorated with hearts and stars. You replace two names, just like you seem to do every week and lean forward, kissing right next to the new username, giving your viewers the perfect shot of your ass.

You turn back to your screen, “Sorry Sergeant, you’re bumped back to second again. But I think this was your longest streak so far.” You smile. “Don’t worry, you’re still one of my favourite daddies.”

Not to boost your own ego, but you were great at taking charge during your shows. You had an attitude that made an appearance every now and then, it was perfect for your fans who loved to discipline. Other times, you lose yourself during streaming, similar to how you’d drift into your submissive side with a lover.

This was one of those times. Perhaps it was the heaping of orgasms you’ve already had today, or the dirty comments popping up on the screen but your brain goes a little foggy. You forget exactly why you’re doing this stream, and about Ransom’s load staining in your panties.

You read the comments, replying to a few as you fondle your breasts. Pinching your nipples through the mesh, rolling your hips up, desperate for some sort of relief

mr.BA: You’re back again? After watching you take that cock, I thought you’d need a break.

always_hard: Little slut loves getting fucked, she doesn’t care about breaks.

17sergeant: If I was with you, I’d eat your pretty cunt until you passed out.

SGR_04: She deserves to be spanked for being a dirty girl. Can’t live without cock, huh? You just want to be filled up all the time, filthy slut.

You slip off your panties, flinging them at the camera playfully. Teasing your viewers, you lie back on your plush pillows, squeezing your thighs together while showing them your hot centre.

mister8in: Her cunt is leaking.

81Robert: You got creampied, baby?

Bend0ver: That’s fucking hot.

mr.BA: Your pussy’s all messy, honey.

You freeze, quickly closing your legs and giving yourself whiplash with how abruptly you sit up.

angelsdaddy: She always looks better covered in cum. Trust me, I’d know

You huff, glaring at the username. Of course, Ransom would say that. Moments later, as the comments increase tenfold, that annoyance turns into uneasiness.

You’re a little afraid of the reaction from your fans—although your video with Ransom is your most popular, some of your viewers weren’t too happy watching another guy touch you. You didn’t want to lie to them and fuel the false idea that you were actually in a relationship with one of them. You learnt from your mistakes because it’s happened before, you’ve received hateful messages from jealous fans who thought they had a claim on you. They ended up getting blocked and reported by you, then banned from the websites.

It seems that’s all different now. Granted, your audience has changed and grown significantly since you started camming and your viewers also developed new kinks over time.

The feedback is better than you expected. Almost all of it is positive, your tips even jump.

“Should I clean myself before we start?” You still ask, just to be positive.

Variations of no’s are spammed, dominants threatening punishment if you even think about washing yourself of Ransom’s cum.

SGR_04: Little whore, are you going to tell us how you got so filthy?

You feel a heat building in your tummy, “No one is going to be mean, right?”

81Robert: How can someone be mean to a sweetheart like you?

always_hard: Only if you’re a good girl.

mister8in: Tell us.

mr.BA: Show us your pussy and tell us why you’re leaking all over your bed.

Falling back into your mountain of pillows and keeping a clear view of your screen, you spread your legs. You bite your lip at the cool seed dribbling out of your hole, “I-I got fucked.”

Bend0ver: No kidding, look at all that cum.

81Robert: Who pounded you?

You reach down, unable to resist touching yourself as those fresh memories play on the walls of your brain. You could almost feel Ransom’s hands all over you, his cock spearing you open. “My friend, after my stream, he came over a-and ate my pussy before fucking me in my k-kitchen.” Your voice cracks at the end, your sensitive button twitching under your fingers.

mr.BA: He licked your little cunt, huh? You were probably still sore and drippy from your show.

17sergeant: Did you squirt for him?

You did, twice. Soaking your floor in your juices while you screamed his name.

angelsdaddy: She sure did.

You want to roll your eyes, but choose to play helpless. “No, daddy. I didn’t.” You pout.

SGR_04: He’s pathetic.

always_hard: Damn, what a loser.

81Robert: Your sweet pussy deserves a man, not a boy.

angelsdaddy: I’ve made her squirt until she cries, assholes.

A new text message pops up on your phone, you barely catch a glimpse of it from your position.

Ransom: You’re lucky I’m in a meeting or else you’d be bent over my lap.

The message lights a flame in your core. Right after he railed you while on the phone, he was watching you during a meeting. Your imagination runs wild, you can’t help but fantasize about Ransom bending you over in front of everyone and pushing his cock into your hole.

You’ve always wanted him to shove you into a dressing room and force you on your knees. He’d probably suggest filming it too. To either give your fans what they deserve or make them envious.

You shut your eyes, whimpering and pushing two fingers into your core, unknowingly missing the conversations going on in your comments.

17sergeant: You’re Angel’s friend?

angelsdaddy: Friend with benefits. And her one and only co-star from a few weeks ago. Jealous?

SGR_04: Over a little bitch like you? No.

81Robert: So you’re the one who fucked her?

angelsdaddy: To tears. Also left those pretty marks on her, do you see them?

always_hard: You didn’t even make her squirt, dickhead.

mr.BA: All right, calm down.

mister8in: I’m trying to jerk off, do you mind shutting up?

Bend0ver: Yeah, this is a camshow, not a group chat.

angelsdaddy: Close the comments, idiots.

You bring your fingers to your mouth, sucking off your mixed juices, finally opening your eyes. “I’m so sensitive, daddy. I don’t know how much I can take tonight.” You whine, jutting out your bottom lip with wide eyes. “My tight pussy is all achy—I wish someone was here to kiss it better.”

The responses vary. Half of your fans want you to touch yourself softly and take it slow tonight, the other half of them want you to make yourself cum until you pass out.

Admittedly, the second option does turn you on, but you didn’t even know if that would be too much. If Ransom hadn’t come over, you would have been able to fill those requests.

You’re tempted to start a poll, but instead set a little timer, it broadcasts on your stream and lets each of your viewers see the countdown from 2 minutes along with the top tippers for the show.

“You’re all divided, so tonight’s top tipper can decide for me.” You run your hands all over your body, a saliva trailing down your stomach to your heat. You part your folds, letting your fans see just how messy you are. “I don’t want to think for myself, can’t someone do it for me? I’ll be your dumb baby, and do whatever daddy says.”

You reach down, lightly circling your clit and arch your back, moaning lewdly as the quiet dings roll in. Eyes drifting back to the screen, you massage your breasts and suck your fingers, getting them wetter, before spreading your folds to show off the leftover cum dribbling out.

Like most times when you let your viewers try to out-tip each other, your top tipper is almost always the same man. He’s one of your oldest fans, leading all the way to the first few months of your career. You have his user memorized and know exactly if the gifts you receive are from him, they’re always hand-signed with his initials.

Current Top Tipper! — SGR_04 tipped $280.00

But just before the timer strikes zero, SGR’s name is replaced by someone else. You gasp, shocked at the sudden increase in your earnings.

New Top Tipper! — 81Robert tipped $300.00

81Robert: You can take it easy tonight, but I decide when you cum.

Although Robert was one of your oldest fans, similar to SGR, he has never sent you that much. It only made you feel more exhilarated. You quickly arrange your pillows then sink into them. You can feel the excitement pickling your skin, you couldn’t wait.

81Robert: Let everyone see your tits, baby.

You yank down your bralette, your nipples pebble from the cool air. You squeeze them in your hands, pinching your nubs with one hand while slobbering all over your fingers.  “Can I please touch my clit, daddy? I’m so fucking wet.” You ask, words slightly muffled.

17sergeant: She’s wasting that load.

mister8in: It’s dripping out.

81Robert: They’re right, sweetheart. Put that cum where it belongs.

Your fingers covered in your saliva swirl around your pussy, gathering Ransom’s seed before pushing it back into your hole. You shiver, feeling a wave of pleasure as you make slow jerking motions with your hips.

SGR_04: I know you can barely feel those little fingers, sweetie.

SGR_04: You should’ve made her use her vibrator. Don’t you know that Angel needs more than that?

Eagerly fucking yourself on your creamy fingers, you whine as the tip narrowly brushes your special spot. He couldn’t be more right.

81Robert: Baby, why don’t you put your little cunt on that pillow beside you? Show us how dirty you can be. Get it all messy with your juices.

A mewl pours from your lips when your sore clit makes contact with your cloud pillow. Your hips immediately lift, but you calm down quickly. You loved this all too much, with each passing moment, you were fading away into a fog. Responsibilities and worries are nothing compared to the waves coming your way.

angelsdaddy: That’s right, fucking dumb baby. Can’t even speak from a little grinding?

“Can I move, daddy?” You whine, hips twitching as you hold back. You didn’t want to disobey their orders—the last time you did, they edged you for hours. It was cruel how tight of a hold they had on you, through a screen nonetheless.

mr.BA: Angel forgot her manners?

“Please, daddy! Can I move, please?” You rush out, dreading the punishment that could await you.

81Robert: Yeah, baby, rub your drippy pussy on your pillow. Ride it like you’d ride my cock.

Fortunately, Robert was a saint compared to SGR. That man has been responsible for your most mind-blowing orgasms, his dominance so prominent you had no choice but to bend to his every wish. If SGR hadn’t been out-tipped, you would be wavering between a state of orgasmic bliss and hell.

“Oh my, look, daddy.” You gasp, staring at the sodden fabric. “I’m so sticky, daddy. I wish you could taste me.” Your wet fingers are brought to your mouth, your tongue swiping out.

SGR_04: Don’t you want a cock in you, doll? To stretch that little hole?

“Mhm, I want a cock in all my holes. But, you're not the daddy in charge tonight.” You bite your lip, rutting down on your pillow.

SGR_04: You’re lucky about that. I’d make you cream all over your favourite toys until you’d beg for a break.

17sergeant: He wouldn’t give you one.

SGR_04: Of course, not.

Time slips away from you and you drift with it. Surroundings blend together, painting an array of colours before your eyes. You grind on your pillow with abandon, moaning wetly, practically brain dead.

Burning pleasure spills into your every vein. It takes complete control as you frantically move over the cloud pillow, your tits bouncing for everyone to see as your head falls back. With every drag of your hips, your clit catches on the fabric, rubbing just how you craved. Loud indecent gasps fall from your lips as you clench the pillow between your hands.

Tears brimming in the corners of your eyes, you force yourself to look at the screen. “I-I, fuck, it feels so fucking good, daddy. I wanna feel your fat cock stretching me open, I want it to hurt.”

angelsdaddy: Don’t let her stop until she squirts. Want that pillow soaked when she’s done.

SGR_04: She should clean up her mess too.

“God, yes, I’ll lick it all up. I p-promise, daddy. Wanna lick your cock too, taste your cum in the back of my throat.”

mr.BA: Look at that pretty face, she’s fucked out of her mind.

81Robert: Daddy wants to fuck your mouth, make you choke on my big cock but only after you ride me until you squirt, want you to drip all over me.

Those comments only urge you more. Miserably rocking your hips faster, harder. You imagine a rock-hard cock in place of your pillow and a man underneath you, his hands grabbing your body rough enough to leave bruises. You have a feeling that Robert is one of the most handsome men alive. “Want you to cum in me too, daddy. Fill up my tight pussy, make me your dirty little slut.”

81Robert: You can’t think straight without being filled up? You just want to be a little cumslut for daddy.

mr.BA: She’d look so pretty covered in cum.

17sergeant: Yeah, I’d cum all over her face, maybe let her taste me if she’s good.

angelsdaddy: That honeypot between her legs has milked me dry. She loves being pumped full.

SGR_04: I’d fill her ass from behind, watch her bounce and cry on my cock like a dumb baby.

“O-Oh, god!” You couldn’t stop if you tried, sweat dripping down your heated skin, the foulest whines bouncing off the walls of your bedroom. “I can’t take it, daddy, I’m so close. Fuck! Please, please, let me cum, daddy.”

81Robert: Cum right now. Squirt all over your pillow, show daddy how good you can be.

You can only squeal, your stomach contracts as a tremor rocks your entire body. It hits you like a ton of bricks. Your poor cunt throbs from all the vigorous attention, you think you almost passed out.

Your innocent cloud pillow is drenched beneath you, the white fabric and stuffing are tainted with your release. You probably had to throw it out now.

Through teary vision and shuddering breaths, you try to read the screen.

Astonishment is visible on your sweaty face as you take in the statistics of your stream. Oh, they were far higher than they’ve ever been while you were solo.

Viewers: 1,507,505

Current Stream Tips: $1003.70

Subscribers: 689,800 (630 new members!)

You could only imagine how many more people joined your OnlyFans.

How did the numbers even jump that high? A quick glance in the upper right corner of your screen, you can see the small red heart with ‘#24 in Trending’.

Okay, you’ve clearly struck gold. Lady Luck must be on your side.

Maybe you didn’t need Ransom’s help at all, even though he surely played a role today. When the two of you were together, your stream just breached one million live views then only skyrocketed after you posted it, the last time you checked, it was just over ten. Now, your current show could potentially knock Ransom’s spot from your most popular. This stream wasn’t nearly as long as your last one too.

Feeling overwhelmed, you try to regain your composure. You slowly remove the pillow from between your thighs. “Thank you for letting me cum, daddy.” Keeping your eyes locked on the camera, you slowly lick up your juices, humming at the faint taste of Ransom. You sigh, making a show of cleaning your mess as you read the comments, your heartbeat picks up with every increase of your statistics.

naughtyneighbour: All of that from a fucking pillow? I can only imagine what she looks like getting dicked down.

callmesir: Does she have Twitter?

ivela: Ain’t she the sweetest sight.

69wme: I just came in my pants, what the fuck.

HotHeaded: Little slut, bet she loves cleaning her own mess.

GoldenJ: Oh shit, is every show this good?

81Robert: What a good girl. For that, you’re getting a special present from me. Expect it soon, sweetheart.

You blink slowly, “Mhm, thank you, daddy.”

You’ve never been more thankful for the website knowing exactly how exhausted orgasms can make some people. Once you end this stream, it’ll be saved and posted to your profile for anyone who missed it. You don’t have enough brainpower to do more than click the little red ‘end’ button.

You really needed a shower, then a bath to relax your sore muscles. And to sleep for ten hours.

“I’m sorry I can’t stay to get to know all of you newcomers but my princess parts need a break. I promise I’ll make it up to you next time.” You weakly wave, wiping the drool from your chin with a smile. “All of my socials are in the description, including my OnlyFans where you can access exclusive content and even chat with me. Feel free to subscribe or become a member of my channel so you never miss anything.”

The rush of protests make you feel a little bad, but you’re so tired.

ivela: I’ve never seen an Angel like you before.

“Just because my name is Angel doesn’t mean I am one—it depends how I’m feeling.” You giggle. “Until next time, daddies.” You blow a kiss and click end.

You couldn’t wait for your next stream.

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He feels like he’s on top of world, truly untouchable, a fucking god. You were stupid enough to believe he wanted to just hang out, away from the party happening downstairs. God you were stupid with two OOs. He can’t get over the look on your face, your eyes glossed over with whatever shit they’d put in your cup. His phone flashed as he took another picture.

“Look at me, c’mon, you can’t be that cockdrunk, be a good slut and stick that tongue out.”

Ransom forced your head back until you were tetter on the verge of falling over. You whimpered, but did as you were told, your eyes struggling to stay open. He nodded to the other boys around him, keeping a steady hand on his phone. It took less than 10 seconds, and you were covered in cum. Fluids dripped down your cheeks, slipping past your lips and into your still open mouth. He couldn’t stop himself from laughing at how filthy you looked.

“Dump her in the bathroom, she can sleep it off there.”

He has to close his eyes. The memory shouldn’t be this hot. He barely remembers what happened after that, whether you got yourself cleaned up or if he made a freshman wipe you down and take you back to your room. He just remembers sharing that video around and jacking off to it for the rest of the semester and never seeing you again. Ransom didn’t really care because you didn’t matter. You didn’t matter.

But now you do.

Linda’s harsh voice echoing around the office is what kills his boner. Reminds him that they are actually in a meeting to discuss who has been made the judge on his case. The high class expensive lawyers his mother has bought seem relieved by this. Linda is fucking exstatic. They know you, know your family, can talk to you. Ransom can talk to you, privately of course. Reminisce and catch up since you haven’t spoken to each other in ages. What's the harm in that?

Before he can tell them to fuck off, Linda is on the phone and the lawyers are guiding her through the appropriate way to ask for a dinner meeting, sans business, of course. And you are agreeing. Your voice sounds so pleased over the line, like your ethics mean nothing to you and that you would be more than happy to have a private meal with the family whose case is about to make your career.

The restaurant is bougie, just Linda’s style for a meeting like this. It’s dripping in old money and class and secrets. The booth he’s been sitting in for nearly 15 goddamn minutes now is near the back and the lighting is low. It’s a place designed for meetings like this one and not so much about the food.

He rolls his glass between his palms, the melted ice is ruining the whiskey, but he is too busy staring at the door. Waiting and waiting, he's not sure how long you are going to keep him waiting now that you hold all the cards. Honestly, he doesn't know if you'll show up at all at this point. He wouldn't, and that's the only damn thing he is sure of right now.

A waiter comes by and once again asks if he is ready to order. Just as he's about to snark some shitty comment, there you are - walking, sauntering, stalking towards him in an outfit meant to slay men like him. Ransom's mouth dries up and he has to clear his throat before he croaks. Everything about you drips in elegance and control, you bring men to your knees everyday with your judgements and you were going to do the same to him.

"It's good to see you, Ran, it's been a long time."

He's nodding along before he can stop himself. "Yeah, yeah, I mean college feels like a lifetime ago right?"

"It does, and now this-" you cut yourself off, looking at the waiter expectantly, "Manhattan, make it a double."

You wait until they are gone to speak again. Eyes drilling into Ransom like you can see into his soul, like with one glance you knew everything he is guilty of because you know a bad guy when you see one. And everything about Hugh Ransom Drysdale is a bad guy.

"I don't care if you have to get on your knees and crawl across broken glass and then fuck her into the next century. You will get her on our side."

Linda's words are still making his ears ring. He can still feel her yanking his shirt down until they were eye level so he could hear her threat loud and clear.

"It's good to see something's don't change," you sigh, leaning forward and angling the low cut of your neckline right at his face. "So what do you want?"

"What? Friends can't get together for a chat now?" He tries to sound cool, but even a deaf guy could hear the strain in his voice when he said friends.

"I don't think we were ever friends, Ran. Do you?"

"I- yeah, for like a blip in time I thought we were friends. Ya know, studying together, I proofread your essays a couple of times."

"I don't think so," you tap your finger on the table, perfectly manicured nails shining in the dim lights. "Because a very different memory comes to mind when I think of you."

"Look I know, that was stupid of me. It was a huge mistake. But I'm a different guy now. This stuff they are trying to pin on me, it ain't true. And I need your help. I'll do anything."

"Anything?"

"Anything, I'll fuckin' mow your lawn every week for life and grovel on my knees until you get sick of me."

Your drink arrives quietly and efficiently. The small metal pin holding onto the cherry balances precariously on the edge, like any sudden movement and it will tumble into the floor, but with ease and grace you are plucking it out of danger. That is your power, the ability to pluck things from bad situations and rescue them, save them from years of hell on earth and complete ruin. Or you can banish them, send them away with just a flick of your wrist because you felt like it. He just had to figure out how to sweet talk you the right way.

"You would look good on your knees," you hum, a hungry smirk forming on your lips.

Is this how you want revenge for that dumb stunt? You want to see him beg for your help? Ransom grits his teeth, swallows the lump in his throat that he is pretty sure is his whole ego and all his pride. This is better than jail, it has to be better than jail, because the thought of actually going to that shit hole makes his insides shrivel up. Humiliation and disdain boil up in his gut and threaten to spew out as hot anger. His heart is telling him to tell you to eat shit and die.

But he can't do that.

He slides off the booth and hits his knees right there in front of you and everyone else in this fucking restaurant.

"Please," he begs. "I'll do anything."

You look down at him, gaze calculating and hard. The cherry garnish is still in your hand, your fingers are still swirling that glowing little red ball around. Ransom watches you raise it to your lips, how it shines in the light and how your lips suck it off the metal toothpick. He flinches when your teeth burst the cherry, a little moan coming from your lips like you were savoring every second of this and that was the proverbial cherry on top. Your smile turns wicked when you grip his chin, shaking his head just a little to be extra fucking infuriating, but he will not the blow his lid. He fucking won't.

There’s a heady whine that comes from the back of your throat, cunt tingling as you imagine what it’ll be like to have your beefy boyfriend desperate for you.

Grabbing hold of his hand, you eagerly guide him to the bed, pushing him onto his back. Straddling one of his thighs, you gently run your hands along his large frame.

“You’re so pretty, daddy.” Your fingers brush along his soft tummy, travelling down to the patch of curls that lay trimmed near his groin.

Bucky chuckles, palms kneading your hips as he gazes at you. “Not as pretty as you, angel.”

Moving down further, your nose nudges his sac, enjoying the way he twitches under your delicate touches. “Can I taste you first, please?”

“G’on, little one.” He smiles fondly. “Take me in your mouth, get daddy all nice and wet.”

Propped up on your elbows, you let a good amount of saliva accumulate in your mouth before leaning over Bucky’s hard and letting it fall. Your spit makes a line down his cock, and you waste no time in wrapping your fist around it.

A tremor runs through him at the pressure you give, flicking your wrist as your fingers barely meet. The tip of his cock matches the blush rising on his chest, and it leaks with his precum.

Pressing sloppy kisses to his balls, you take them into your mouth as you suckle gentle, massaging them lightly with your tongue.

“Fuck, baby.” Bucky’s chest is heavy, overwhelmed by the carnal sensations coursing through his veins. “You’re such a good girl for me.”

The praise goes straight to your dripping centre, pride consuming your ego as you release him from your mouth and lap at his taint.

You don’t stop, jerking his length in your hand as you spread his arousal along the length of his pulsating cock.

“That’s it, angel.” Bucky rasps. “Your tongue is so fuckin’ perfect.”

Licking from base to tip, you focus on using your mouth; wrapping your lips around the head of his cock, you keep your eyes on his as you slowly begin to bob your head.

A string of curses escape him as your cheeks hollow out. The suction of your mouth allows him to feel every ridge and groove of your tongue against the sensitive skin.

Bucky’s hand rests on the back of your neck, squeezing gently as he encourages you. “My perfect girl, fuck, ‘m so hard for you.”

Letting him fall from your mouth, you look at him with an inquisitive expression, fingers descending toward his puckered hole.

“Daddy?”

“Yeah, angel?”

Shyly, you look up at him through your eyelashes. “Wanna taste you.”

The groan he gives at those words reverberates deep in his throat and a part of him is unable to believe how eager you were — his once sweet girl now observing him with a wicked gleam.

Turning over, Bucky finds comfort on his elbows and knees, shivering under your featherlight touch.

Leaning forward, you place hot, open-mouthed kisses down his spine and once you reach his plump bottom, you can’t help but nip playfully.

“Gonna eat you out, daddy.”

Tenderly, you grab onto the globes of his ass before pulling them apart to find his waiting hole. Bucky doesn’t get a chance to respond before he feels the first drip of spit slide down the crevice. Running your thumb over his rim, you make sure to get it wet before kissing the soft skin and pushing forward.

A small moan sounds from the man beneath you, the slightest tilt of his hips as he pushes back.

Running your hands along his burly thighs, you pull away, leaning down so that he can feel your warm breath against his opening.

“Mm, daddy your hole is so pretty.” You place a smacking kiss, desire coiling in your core at the noises Bucky gifts. Flattening your tongue, you massage the ring of muscles, slowly opening him up.

A groan vibrates through the room, “Angel, fuckin’ hell. Mouth feels like heaven.”

With each drag of your tongue on his fluttering hole, the roll of Bucky’s hips grew more desperate. His cock was twitching beneath him, begging for release as your actions grew more intense.

“Such a greedy hole, Jamie.”

The noises coming from your mouth were lewd, and when you finally breached the muscle, Bucky knew he wouldn’t last long. It was filthy, the way you at his ass with vigour, getting it sloppy so that your fingers could stretch him open.

“Gonna make me come, baby.” His voice is husky, hoarse from the rapture of your mouth. “Need’ta open me up with your fingers first— shit baby wait!”

Two fingers join the ministrations of your mouth, working in tandem as you curl them. Bucky’s stomach clenches, fists clutching the linen as he anticipates his release.

Only it doesn’t come.

Too abruptly, you pull out of him, a small sadistic joy appearing as he chases for friction. “I like you like this, daddy.”

Bucky snickers, catching his breath from the almost orgasm. “Do you, angel?” Turning to face you, his hands latch onto your hips, bringing you on top of him.

Nodding, you explain, “You look so sexy.”

A sharp spank to your ass has you gasping, and Bucky wraps a hand around your neck to pull you in for a passionate kiss.

“I love you, angel.”

“I love you too,” As you part, you press your lips to his chin. “Now I’m gonna fuck this tight ass”.

Grabbing the strap-on, you secure it around your waist and thighs before coating the dildo in lubricant. Bucky watches with wanton eyes, pupils blown as he waits.

Spreading his legs, you settle between them before hooking his thighs around your waist. More lubricant is poured over his ass, making sure his entrance is ready.

“C’mon angel.”

You smack his thigh. “Patience, daddy.” Lining up the toy, you begin to sink in, inch by inch.

Bucky’s eyes close as you start rolling your hips, a sensual grind as you got used to the motion. “Jus’ like that, angel. Feel s’good.”

“You’re taking it so well,” awe is laced in your tone. “Such a greedy hole.”

Feeling a hand on his jaw, his eyes open and fall to where the two of you connect. He can’t help the way he devours your mouth, grabbing you by the throat as you start driving in and out him.

“My good girl, makin’ me so proud.” Bucky mutters against your lips.

“‘M getting so wet, daddy.” You moan, arms resting on either side of his head.

After a particularly deep thrust that knocks his prostate, Bucky growls as you grind into his ass “Fuck baby,” he keens. “You’re gonna make me blow, shit— you’re fuckin’ me so perfect.”

You drove into him harder, tongues swirling while Bucky chokes at the feeling of your hand circling around his cock. Giggling against his lips, you revel in the way his back arches up into you. “Are you gonna come, daddy?” You tease, “Gonna come all over yourself from your angel fucking your ass?”

He pulls in your bottom lip with his teeth. “Stop bein’ a brat.”

“Shh, daddy.” You kiss him again. “Clench down on me, want to see you make a mess.”

Ignoring the warning given about your attitude, you tighten your grip around Bucky’s cock as you fuck into him with fervour. With his senses overloaded, Bucky knows he won’t last long — something that you’ve also realised.

“Can see that you want to,” you whisper. “You can let go, daddy. Wanna see you lose it for me, show me how good I made you feel.”

Bucky swears, “Oh fuck, angel. ‘M gonna come.” He feels his balls tense up, vein pulsating as his release shoots straight in between your writhing bodies. “Fuck!”

Slowing your hips down to a whine, you scoop up some of his come with your fingers before bringing them into your mouth. “Taste s’good, daddy.”

It’s salacious, the way you drag your fingers through his release. This time, you savour him on your tongue and pray his mouth open before spitting into it.

“Such a dirty girl, hm?” Bucky grins against your lips, getting lost in the kiss before he lets you go to remove the contraption, helping you put it aside.

When you’re finally on your back, Bucky wastes no time sucking bruises into your neck, lulling it over with his tongue before kissing a line down your chest. He stops once he reaches your breasts, taking a nipple into his mouth as he watches through hooded eyes with a heated stare.

Hands tangled in his hair, you’re lost in the eroticism of his movements — how he licks over the pebble before gently biting it, the line between pleasure and pain blurring as he alternates between them.

“Please, need your mouth on me,” you beg. “‘M so wet, daddy, please!”

“Yeah angel?” He purrs. “Got all worked up from fucking daddy’s ass, ‘s that it?”

You bustle in agreement, tension rising the further he makes his way down your body. “God, I want it so bad, need your touch.”

As he reaches your pubic area, Bucky groans, using two fingers to seperate your soaked folds. “Like a pretty little flower, aren’t you baby? Opening right up for me.”

Diving right in, Bucky takes your throbbing clit into his mouth and strokes it over with his tongue. He knew from the way you were shaking that it wouldn’t take much to make you come, too gone in the lust clouding your mind.

“This pussy is my favourite thing in the entire fuckin’ world.” The taste of your cunt was addicting — sweet and tangy — he’d never get enough. “Makes me fuckin’ weak, I swear.”

Digging your nails into his shoulder, you grind against his tongue as it plays with your slit, moving up and down in languid strokes. “Love you, daddy,” you whimper. “Love the way you fuck me with your tongue, oh f-fuck!”

His fingers enter you swiftly, juices coating them immediately as he moves them. “Can already feel you squeezin’ baby, you gonna come for me? So needy for it, aren’t ya? Bet you got all jealous that daddy got to come first, that you had to wait.”

“N-no!” Your voice wobbles, too stricken with the coil tightening in your abdomen. “You just make me feel so good, always know what I want.”

Bucky kisses your bundle of nerves. “That’s right angel,” he tells you. “Which is why I know you want to come right now, so go on — show me how bad you want my cock, how bad you want me to fill up this gorgeous cunt.”

The orgasm seizes your body, taking hold as it rips through you. Your cunt grips his fingers, keeping them inside as you ride it out, gushing as you come with a cry of his name on your lips.

While you calm down, Bucky sweetly coos praises into your skin before coming back up to kiss your lips.

“Please, I want more.”

He can’t help but be amused by your begging. “So insatiable.” Nonetheless, he takes his cock into his hands, grown hard from his previous assault on your cunt. “You want it, angel? Want daddy to give you his cream, ‘s that it?”

Your legs lock around his waist, inviting him inside of you and trembling as he did. Filled to the brim with Bucky’s cock, you clench down, enjoying the way his eyes flitter for a moment.

“Fuck me daddy,” you plead. “Want it to hurt, I wanna feel it for days.”

Bucky takes your words to heart, using every bit of strength he had to abuse your cunt — it was almost mean, the way he pounded into your body, not caring if you could feel the way his dick greeted your cervix.

“Best fuckin’ pussy,” he growls. “So good to me, baby.”

Feeling a hand wrap around your throat, you arch into it with a lewd grin.

“You like that don’t you?” Bucky asks, “Like it when daddy chokes you?”

“I love it,” you manage through each thrust. “Fuck daddy!”

The two of you are close, ushering each other to climax with each passing second. Bucky licks his pointer before reaching down to touch your clit, rubbing hastily as he feels your inner walls squeeze.

An obscene moan breaks free, mouth wide open as your eyes roll back. “‘M so close, fuck fuck fuck!”

Using his other hand for leverage, Bucky’s pace grows rougher, nearly impetuous as he feels his cock thrum for release. “Come for me again,” he instructs. “Fuckin’ milk daddy’s dick, strangle it baby, fuck, c’mon, that’s it.”

With one last flick to your clit, you succumb to the pleasure — whisked away to a place that only he can take you to. There’s a buzzing in your ears as your senses are completely disruspted by the fervent orgasm.

Bucky’s mouth is all over your neck, panting as he tries to stave off his orgasm so that he can enjoy yours — but you’re not having it.

“Daddy,” you mewel, voice still shaky from the orgasm. “Give it to me, please. Want your come, want my pussy to be full of it.”

“Fuck, ‘s that right? You want daddy’s cum all up in your pretty cunt, d’ya?”

Your hands move down his back, digging into his ass as you motivate him. “Want to take everything you have. Please, Jamie, come inside my pussy.”

The noise he lets out is agonising, and his hips stutter as the grip he has on your flesh almost becomes too painful. Hot seed shoots inside of you, searing your insides as you placate his cock with your wet heat.

“Fuck, angel.” Bucky rasps, “Mm, take daddy’s come, know you want it.” Sharing a messy kiss, he waits until he’s spent before pulling out. Sitting on his haunches, he spreads your puffy folds apart while his come seeps from your used cunt. “So beautiful, y’look so good with a pussy full’a my come.”

You hiss when his fingers make contact, smearing the mix of your juices around before cleaning them off. “Daddy?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“D’you think we can use the plug? I wanna stay full tonight.”

You weren’t sure why you didn’t back out as soon as you laid eyes on him, that beautiful, earnest smile shooting right through you and making your knees weak. And then he started talking you through your expectations for the piece, how many sessions you wanted to take, and making sure you knew he was fine breaking any time if you needed, all in that rich, warm baritone and you just sank into the chair with a dopey grin on your face.

So there you were, lying all spread out as he dragged the needle gun over the crease of your hip, nothing between his face and your increasingly wet pussy but a strategically placed towel. Why did you decide to get this piece in a spot that pretty much ensured you weren’t going to be able to wear panties?

He ran his tongue over the ring in his lip as he concentrated and you had to bite back a moan. Maybe afternoon tea with grandma? None of your softeners were working, though, the feeling of his breath fanning over the inside of your thigh as he leaned close to check his work making you throb. This man checked way too many of your boxes, the tattoos and the lip piercing and the earrings and the glasses. Fuck, grandma grandma grandma grandma…

“Hey, you need a break?” Your eyes shot open when he spoke to you, swallowing thickly when you met those piercing blue eyes and trying not to squirm under his gaze. “You’re shaking. If it’s starting to be too much we can call it.”

“What? No, I’m fine.” You honestly had barely even felt anything the whole time, your tiny little pain kink not helping the situation at all. “Can hardly even feel it.”

“You sure?” He bit his lip and you cursed yourself for a fool again, your cunt throbbing when he rested his hand on your thigh mere inches away from where you were pulsing with need as you just nodded at him. “Ok, just, lemme know if you need me to stop.”

“Will do.” You dropped your head back on the chair when the gun started buzzing again, trying to keep your toes from curling when he bent close to focus after rolling his head on his shoulders.

This was so dumb and absolutely unprofessional, what kind of hard up slut got this worked up over having someone give them a tattoo? He was edging closer to where you were trying so hard to keep your slick from dripping onto the leather of the table, you had to get this done in one session, if you came back and had to have him set up between your legs again you were going to have a goddamn aneurysm.

His body shifted as he worked his way down your thigh, and you sucked in a sharp breath when his hand brushed against the edge of the towel. Everything seemed to slow down when the cloth fluttered to the floor, you trying unsuccessfully to snap your legs closed as Curtis reached feebly for the towel as you both cursed under your breath.

“Shit, sorry!” He hissed as he ducked to chase after the towel, his face getting dangerously close to where you were exposed and making you try to crawl back up the chair. “Oh, honey.”

“What? What’s wrong?” You noted the sudden change in his voice and it made you freeze.

“You are all worked up, so goddamn wet and pretty.” He leaned back to peek around the privacy screen and make sure no one was too close before ripping his gloves off. “No wonder you’re shaking so much. Gonna help you relax.”

“Oh god.” Your body jolted when he dragged his thumb over your slit, melting into the chair when he teased it over your clit before sliding his middle finger into your weeping channel. “Curtis…”

“Shh, I know, pretty girl.” He hooked his finger and you had to bite your lip as your eyes fluttered closed, your back arching as you clenched around him hard. “Gotta help you calm down so we can finish.”

“Yeah, ok.” You let yourself melt into the chair as he continued stroking your walls slowly, humming to yourself when he started pressing gentle kisses over the thigh he hadn’t been working on.

When he slid the second finger in you had to grip the edge of the chair painfully, rocking your hips to meet the movements of his fingers as he found your sweet spot. He groaned against your skin at the feel of your squeezing him, his lips moving closer to your sex as he brought you closer.

“God, you really needed this, didn’t you hon?” He rubbed his bearded cheek against your hip with a purr, his eyes fixed on the way your pussy was flexing around his fingers. “And here I thought you were gonna leave me hanging.”

“What?” Your voice was breathy with want as he just kept working you over, dragging your head up so you could watch him brush his lips over the curve of your hip.

“Like you don’t know how fucking hot you are.” God, he sounded so fucking sexy when he growled like that. “Walking in here in that little sundress all inked up with that nose ring.”

“I mean, yeah, I know.” You couldn’t help but grin a little at the praise, running your tongue over your bottom lip as you fixed your eyes on his. “Didn’t realize you knew. Don’t you work on chicks all the time?”

“Sure, most of them don’t let me see their pussy during the first session, though.” He winked and grinned back at you, fuck, he was dangerous. “Tits sometimes, but never such a sweet little cunt.”

“It’s not like I did it on purpose.” You whined when he slid in a third finger, tossing your head back and bringing your hands up to work on your breasts while you tried to keep the noises to a minimum. “I’m not mad about it, though.”

Curtis gave you one last dark chuckle then leaned forward and wrapped his lips around your clit, your juices soaking his beard as he sucked softly. The feeling of his lip ring rubbing right against your swollen bud did it, your body vibrating with the strain of your pleasure as your release gushed over Curtis’s lips and chin, the fact that his face was right up against you thankfully muffling the absolutely obscene wet noises he was drawing out of you as he helped you ride it out.

"y/n?"

his familiar voice makes you want to vomit. oh god, oh fuck. please, not right now. this is the last thing you need.

"you okay?" he asks, walking over to where you're sitting on top of the wall.

"fine," you reply quietly, refusing to look up at him because you know that the second you see those cold blues, you'll break apart.

"stop that," he mumbles, grabbing your hand to stop your nails from digging into the brick. "you sure you're okay?"

you can't help it. without even thinking, you look at him. your heart jolts at the sight of him. fuck, did he get better looking? were you only holding him back from his optimum attractiveness? was the breakup not a detrimental hit to his wellbeing as it was to yours?

"hey," bucky greets you softly with that all too familiar smile. you hate how safe it can still make you feel.

you take in a deep breath, begging your eyes to hold back their tears. "hi."

"not enjoying the party?" he asks, still holding your hand.

shrugging, you take your hand out of his. "just a little tired."

he nods, leaning his back against the wall. "didn't think i'd see you here tonight."

"clara is sam's girlfriend," you grumble bitterly, hating that even 8 months after the breakup, you're still in the same social circle as bucky.

"still. tonight of all nights," he says lowly, turning to look at you. "you shouldn't be celebrating him. you should be celebrating yourself."

you let out a dry laugh. "what for?"

"you kidding?" he asks with a frown. "it's your birthday, buttercup."

the nickname makes your heart jolt and in an instant, you crave his comfort again. the fact that he remembered your birthday - of course he remembered, it's bucky - somehow makes your heart break a little more. with a shrug, you recoil into yourself. "it's not a big deal."

"not a big deal?" bucky asks in disbelief.

meeting his eyes, you bite your lip. "nobody remembered."

there's a short silence during which you look down, begging your eyes to have the strength to hold back your tears. you feel childish for being upset about something so irrelevant, but being with bucky makes you feel safe to express even your most selfish of feelings.

you hear him huff as his hands tighten into fists. "i've always hated your friends," he utters lowly.

"i know," you whisper, agreeing with him for once.

he raises a brow with surprise. "you aren't gonna fend for them? tell me that them forgetting your fucking birthday was an innocent mistake?"

"i don't wanna do this right now," you say with defeat.

bucky lets out a sigh before sitting on the wall next to you. "you look beautiful tonight."

i don't feel it.

hearing the word from his mouth brings you a strong wave of nostalgia. you recall your whirlwind romance that was filled with intensity and ended too soon. stupid misunderstandings and fears of falling too hard that cut your love short.

"i feel stupid," you admit lowly.

his hand rests on yours. "how do i make it better?"

hold me. kiss me. tell me you love me like you used to. whisper it in my ear so that nobody else hears.

"can you just take me somewhere else?" you request timidly.

bucky's phone buzzes. he knows it's her. the girl he's trying to move on from you with. instead of looking at the text, he slides his hand into his pocket and turns his phone off.

"of course," he answers, standing up and pulling you down from the wall.

"i should tell them i'm leaving," you say, gesturing backwards to the house.

"why?" he asks you with a frown. "you don't owe them a single thing."

"they're my friends," you mumble, almost trying to convince yourself.

"are they?" he questions, squeezing your hand and making you look up at him. "they're the reason we didn't work out. you know that?"

"that's not true-"

"oh, please. all that bullshit they were feeding you?" bucky says bitterly. "they ruined us."

you stay silent, because if you speak you'll have no choice but to agree with him.

he glances back at the house where the muted sound of music and singing can be heard, before looking down at you. "come on, buttercup. there's still a few hours of your birthday left, and i'm gonna make them the best hours of your life."

"really?" you ask with a bashful mumble, blinking up at him.

bucky pulls on your hand, forcing you closer to him, giving you a warm smile. "trust me, pretty buttercup. you won't remember ever being upset."

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You rubbed the bridge of your nose with a tired sigh, doing your best to keep composure despite your building headache. The past few weeks at work have been extremely busy and stressful, and you tried to stay on top of things you really did.

But today was an absolute nightmare.

First, you overslept, and the morning was a mad rush getting ready and you barely made it in time to your office. Then, you found out two of your coworkers called in sick and you had to cover their clients for them, which meant you’ll be staying in late - again. And if that wasn’t enough, customers were impatient and rude all throughout the day.

It made you question if skipping lunch break for them was really worth it. The ache in your stomach was definitely suggesting a ‘no’.

Now late in the afternoon, you finally decided to take a breather and eat something lest you’d collapse, your coworkers reassuring you they’ll cover everything while you are away.

You went out to visit one of your favorite places, consoled by the small grace that at least the usual noon crowd was long dissipated by now. You sat down at a table, but as hungry as you felt earlier, it now seemed like a chore to force the food down your throat. Unable to relax, your mind kept jumping back to work, stressing over all the things you still had to do today, your upcoming meetings, worrying over whether they’ll give you that day off you requested for next week or not.

It made you skittish and anxious, so when you noticed you were now just poking your food around, you gave up with a sigh, asking the small restaurant to pack the leftovers and heading back to your office.

You noticed with slight confusion that there was a little flock around your desk, all excited whispers until they noticed you, quickly stepping back and revealing the most beautiful bouquet of flowers you have ever seen.

“We didn’t mean to overstep,” one of your coworkers reassured you with an apologetic smile. “just wanted to make sure they won’t wilt.”

You couldn’t even answer them. You were still in shock, mouth gaping open and wondering who could have sent it to you. There was only one likely answer for that, but surely, he didn’t, right?

Sputtering out a weak thank you for your colleague to put the flowers in a vase for you, you sat down at your desk, taking a better look at the arrangement. It was a gorgeous bouquet, with some of your favorite flowers and a handful of beautiful greens to compliment them. And at the side, carefully tucked away, was a small card.

With slightly shaking fingers, you opened it and couldn’t help but smile at the three simple, yet oh so powerful words written there.

“I miss you. - S.R.”

Of course it was from Steve. The two of you have been dating for some time now, and things were going great. Amazing, even. But these last weeks have taken their toll, the both of you canceling date nights for one reason or the other, barely leaving time to even meet up. He has been so patient with you, and with a growing anxiety, you even started to worry if this might be too much for him to put up with - but, swallowing your fears and your building tears, you concluded that the flowers were living proof of the opposite.

Your phone buzzed in your pockets, and your smile only grew when you noticed a message from him.

Steve: Hi beautiful. Did you receive your surprise? There’s another one waiting for you when you get home, too.

You bit your lip, thinking if you should cancel. With work piling up, you knew you surely had to stay late, and your apartment definitely looked like a mess. But dammit, you missed Steve, too. You haven’t seen each other in days, and even if all you had the energy for was to collapse on the couch together, you wanted to be with him.

Thanking him for the flowers, you sent the message telling him you can’t wait to see him tonight, then got up, approaching your coworker who owed you a favor from a few weeks ago. You covered a few hours for him and you were hoping he can repay you tonight.

The Universe was surely gracious to you tonight. While you still had to do some overtime, your colleague agreed to stay in late to finish and close up the office, buying you a few precious hours. You sent a message to Steve when you left, and now you were fumbling with your keys in excitement, only for the door to open up slowly of its own volition, revealing Steve, who stood in your doorway.

“Welcome home, sweetheart.” he greeted and you all but fell in his arms, much to his amusement. He wrapped you up in a hug and you just stood there in the doorway, face buried in his blue shirt.

“I missed you, so much.” You mumbled, breathing in his scent happily.

“I missed you too, beautiful. But how about you come in side, hmm?”

You reluctantly let go of him, throwing off your bags and proceeding to take your shoes off. You were wondering how Steve could get to your apartment so quickly before you, but as you stepped inside, you realized he didn’t just beat you by a few minutes.

He must have beaten you by hours.

Your entire apartment has been tidied up, a few scented candles lit, the lights dimmed slightly, and the table set for dinner.

“Oh, Steve.” you murmured, not even sure where to start to thank him, but he just dismissed it with a smile and a chaste kiss on your cheek.

“I told you I had another surprise for you. I know how busy you have been, and I thought, well.” He shrugged, blushing slightly. “Figured you could use a little pampering.”

“I’m sorry for all this. We’re just so overwhelmed and some people called in sick and it’s just…” you sighed miserably. “It’s just been so much and I’m so sorry I had to keep canceling.”

“Sweetheart.” he pulled you in for a hug, holding you close to his chest, his blue eyes twinkling in the low light. “You have nothing to apologize for. And I had to cancel, too.”

“Oh, right. I keep forgetting I’m dating the Captain America.” you teased, watching him with amusement.

He replied with a playful grow, squeezing you a little tighter. “I’ll be sure to remind you later, then.” With one last kiss, he gently steered you towards the table.

Your dinner wasn’t anything fancy. Steve brought food from one of the local restaurants that was a favorite of the both of you, and even as you ate in relative silence, you had to realize you haven’t felt this calm in weeks. Just being in Steve's presence made you feel safe, and made you believe that maybe this too shall pass, and there will be better days where you’ll have more time for each other.

Until then, there was the present to enjoy.

After dinner, Steve excused himself for a few minutes and you absentmindedly started to clear off the table. You barely had a chance to rinse the first dish when he came back, gently taking the plate from your hands.

“Ah-ah, none of that tonight.”

As sweet as he was, you didn’t want him to think that you needed to be pampered constantly just because you had a few rough days.

“Steve, I’m perfectly capable of doing it.” You said with obvious muck hurt in your voice, reaching for the plate again, but he pulled it out of your reach, laughing.

“I know you are, my love, but tonight, I want you to stop worrying about things, okay?” He gently bumped his hips to yours to push you away from the kitchen counter. “Why don’t you take a bath while I do this?” he suggested with a twinkle in his eye, and you knew he was up to something.

“You’re wonderful, you know that?” It was a rhetorical question, so without waiting for a reply, you pressed a kiss to his cheek as a thank you, and he blushed, shrugging it off.

“Missing you does that.” he said with a smile, and if you weren’t swooning over him before, your heart definitely melted after his words.

It almost came as no surprise that he had set up the bathroom for you like a mini-spa, with a few lighted candles, and a small box on the counter with a selection of small bath bombs, a few containers with lotion, hand cream… things he knew you might like. You shook your head fondly, checking out everything as the tub filled with water, choosing a bath bomb with the unmistakable scent of lavender.

You couldn’t help a satisfied groan when you finally sank into the hot water, eyes closed and leaning your head back against the edge. It really hit you how tired and exhausted you were, pushing yourself to the limit each day without stopping to rest properly, and your body was thankful for the well-earned rest.

You made a mental note to thank Steve properly for all the work he’s done, especially since you knew he was busy and tired, just like you.

When you reluctantly got out of the tub, you noticed he put in some clean clothes for you too - or for himself? You chuckled, noticing it was one of his shirts and a pair of sweatpants that you borrowed for sleep so many times they were practically yours at this point. As you pulled the shirt over your head, you froze for a second, feeling his unmistakable scent on him. You lifted the material to your nose and felt his perfume on it. He must have sprayed a little on it, knowing how much you loved it.

At first, you smiled, but then you just couldn’t keep it in anymore. Tears filled your eyes at all that he has done for you today. How he went out of his way to check up on you and send flowers, then come here before you, clean up and bring food, put together all this... Your heart almost broke under all the love and appreciation tucked into the little details in everything he did for you.

You heard a knock on the door and before you could quickly wipe the tears away, Steve saw you as he opened in, rushing to you to wrap his arms around you with worry in his eyes.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart? Did something happen?”

“No, no, it’s nothing.” You mumbled, rubbing at your eyes, but he placed a finger under your chin, gently lifting your head so he could look you in the eye.

“Doesn’t seem like nothing.”

“I’m sorry. I just—” you took a deep breath. How could you put it so he’d understand? “Everything you did for me today was so perfect and I couldn’t help but think how much trouble you had to go through for all this and… and I…”

“Shhh. It was no trouble at all, love.” he kissed your lips softy as a reassurance. “I just wanted to see you, and maybe help you relax.”

“You helped, you helped plenty.” you said. “I think I just got overwhelmed a little, I’m sorry.”

He smiled, he smiled so warmly at you you swore you could feel it on your skin. “Let’s lay down, hmm? We could both use the rest.”

You nodded, and he gently led you from the bathroom. The candles were blown out, and only a low light came from your bedroom, the bed covered in the softest of your blankets. You both climbed in bed and you instantly snuggled up to Steve, wrapping your arms around him tightly as if afraid that he’ll disappear and it’ll turn out that this was all but a dream.

But he was real, and he was here, pulling up the blankets around you and hugging you back, pressing a tender kiss on your face. You could feel his soft beard against your skin and you hummed contently, finally, finally relaxed in his embrace. You heard Steve took a deep breath, and then he chuckled.

“I had a feeling you’d pick the lavender one.” he said quietly.

“You really know me well by now, huh?” You were getting sleepy as Steve’s big hands smoothed down your back, caressing you.

He knew it was dangerous, but if he ever had to leave the house for some errand or work related thing, he’d always tuck a used pair in his back pocket so he could run his fingers over them and think of you whenever he felt like it. And if there was ever a day when he just couldn’t wait for you to get back from work, he’d make his way to the hamper to steal a pair, wrapping the soft fabric around his aching cock and stroking himself desperately until it was covering it in his spend.

Maybe that’s where the idea had first come to him, the way the pretty lace fluttered against his skin niggling at his brain until he couldn’t stand it anymore. He probably should have done a better job of making sure you absolutely were not going to be back from your lecture before he did anything, but then he was pulling the delicate pink thong over his thick thighs and that was it.

That was how you found him, sprawled across your California king with his face buried in the blankets to muffle his whimpers while he humped a pillow. The sight of your pretty panties disappearing between the cheeks of that perfect ass of his made your knees weak. He’d been so lost in pleasure he hadn’t even heard you come in, but then you were flipping him over with a feral growl and crawling on top of him, hiking your skirt up around your waist and purring when you dragged your bare pussy over his lace covered bulge while you muttered the filthiest praises until the both of you were coming with a pair of wanton screams.

It only evolved from there. Sometimes he’d get back from one of those rare days he had to actually go into the publishing house to find a pair of panties laid on his pillow and he’d grin, immediately stripping and slipping into them then waiting for you to find him while he positioned himself on the bed in some obscene pose. Then you’d find him and the two of you would go at it like a couple of animals until he was a fucked out, panting mess of a man.

And the dirty talk? He’d always loved when you called him you called him your little slut or dirty whore but something about the sight of him wearing your underwear just brought it out of you. It was like your goal was to turn him into a crying, screaming idiot while you spanked his ass raw and said the most degrading shit he’d ever heard.

A couple of weeks of this and Ransom was in fucking heaven. The man honestly wasn’t sure how he’d gotten by for so long without you, the things you brought out of each other filled every goddamn need he had.

Then you suggested he start wearing them out in public, and he could’ve died. It wasn’t all the time, mostly just for date nights or the occasional event but when the two of you got back, well, he’d never slept as well as he did after you fucked the life out of him on those nights. And you couldn’t get enough of the sight of him all done up and passed out.

Tonight though, he wasn’t sure how he was going to make it through. It was the release party for Harlan’s new book, and technically his first real event after he started working for Blood Like Wine, but when you held up that black lace garter and panties set, well, he just couldn’t say no to you. Especially when you were wearing that fucking suit.

He couldn’t take his eyes off you the whole night. The dark fabric of the suit had been tailored perfectly to your body, and the fact that you were just wearing a sparkling lace bustier under the jacket made things even worse. You looked like the fucking domme of his dreams, which, you definitely were, but usually you kept it at home. All he wanted was to let you bend him over something and just…

“Hugh.” Shit, how long had he been standing there daydreaming? You looked mildly annoyed, but what had him almost swallowing his tongue was the way you had sucked your bottom lip between your teeth and were gazing at him with lust darkened eyes. “You haven’t moved in 15 minutes, baby. What were you thinking about?”

“No… nothing.” You were standing so close that the scent of you was filling his lungs, scents of rum, patchouli, and amber making him want to bury his face in your neck. Holy shit, you were wearing his cologne, you were trying to kill him.

“Aww, you lying to me, honey?” You took a sip of the scotch you were holding, scanning him up and down like he was your prey. “Know what I’ve been thinking about?”

He just shook his head, his eyes shifting all over the room as he made sure no one was watching too closely when you stepped into him and started running your nose over his throat. It was taking all his concentration to make sure his knees weren’t going to give out.

“Thinking ‘bout getting you home and ripping this suit right off so I can eat that pretty pussy until you're begging for my cock like a bitch.”

The strangled moan he let out at that made you grin, your hand shooting out to grab his arm when he stumbled and a beautiful pink flush started creeping up his face. This was definitely new.

“Are you drunk?” He wanted to make sure you weren’t just fucking with him.

“Nope.” You nipped at his jaw then soothed the bite with a flick of your tongue. “Why? You feeling drunk, pretty baby?”

“N-no.” If he kept stuttering all cute like that you weren’t gonna make it home.

“Then let’s get the fuck outta here, princess.” God, you were going to literally kill him, he couldn’t take it.

He almost dropped the keys three times as you walked with him to the car, the feel of your lips brushing over his neck as you murmured filthy promises in his ear making him blush bright pink. You just tutted at him softly after the last time, plucking the keys out of his hand and pressing him into the driver’s door as he let out a low groan.

“Baby, you are so fucking worked up, you can’t even talk, can you?” You cooed when he just spluttered as you grabbed the crotch of his pants, nibbling at the edge of his jaw when he rocked into your grip and whined. “Bet I could spread you open and eat you out right here in front of the hotel and you’d fucking thank me, but I wanna get you home so I can really take you apart. Get in the car.”

Ransom practically scrambled to the passenger seat, his chest heaving with ragged breaths as he watched you slide into the driver’s side. The air in the car was crackling with tension the whole way home. Even though you had finally stopped running that filthy mouth, you were reaching out and stroking his cock lightly through his pants every time you brought the beemer to a stop. He was so desperate for it by the time you pulled into your drive he thought he might pass out, unable to move even when you parked in front of the house as anticipation thrummed through his system.

“Jesus, you broken already, puppy?” You grinned when you held his door open for him and he just sat there, whining when you reached out to cup his cheek and squirming as you ducked closer to him. “C’mon baby, don’t even have to go that far, I’ll eat that cunt right here on the hood of the car.”

The noise that came from his throat was completely foreign to him, halfway between a sob and a whimper when you pulled him out of the car by his collar and smashing your lips to his as he clutched at your waist. You didn’t waste any time in turning him around and bending him over the hood, purring as you curled over his back and nipped at his ear while you started to undo his pants. He groaned at the low growl you let out once he was exposed, his back arching for you when you grabbed two firm handfuls of his ass and jiggled them before giving him a good slap.

“There she is, god I love this ass.” You licked your lips when you gave him another smack, sliding your fingers under the edge of the lacy black thong he was wearing and snapping it against his hip so he gave you another one of those pathetic mewls. “Look so fucking gorgeous, lemme see that pretty pussy, c’mon honey.”

His hands seemed to move on their own as he slid them up the backs of his thighs and grabbed a cheek in each hand, spreading them apart as he panted with desperation while you rubbed your face into the small of his back. You nipped at the upper curve of his ass as you pulled the fabric of the thong to the side, growling again when his pretty hole clenched once it was exposed to the cool night air.

“That’s it, good girl.” You spat on his hole as you sank to your knees, kissing all around his rim and purring when he gave another needy moan. “Gonna eat this sweet cunt until you squirt all over this car then split you in half in the white room.”

A soft cry fell from his lips at the first drag of your tongue over his fluttering hole, his thighs trembling already as you licked and sucked at his satiny skin. The sounds you were making were enough to make his eyes roll back in his head, the lewd wet slurps and growls you let out making his cock twitch where it was pinned under the waistband of his panties. He started rolling his ass into your face when you chewed on him hungrily, the filthy gesture drawing a groan from deep in his chest as he rested his cheek on the cooling metal of the hood.

“Fuck!!” He screamed when you shoved your tongue inside him, your fingers digging bruises into his hips as you started fucking him with it. “Oh… god.”

He was leaking precum all over himself as he tried to regulate his breathing, drooling and whining and panting as his whole body trembled with the strain of his impending orgasm. One good slap to his ass at the same time you curled your tongue and he was gone, sobbing as he soaked the lace of his panties and his abs in thick ropes of cum while you hummed into him.

“My girl tastes so fucking good. Such a needy little pussy.” You rose slowly to your feet and kissed the back of his neck as you drew his slacks back up over his hips, nuzzling at his shoulder as he just sagged against the car. “Hope you’re not feeling too stupid, honey. ‘M gonna feed that hungry cunt until you can’t walk for a week.”

Ransom leaned heavily on you when you helped him to his feet, moaning into your mouth and clutching at your shoulders as you walked him into the house with a wicked grin. He tried to keep from stumbling as you peeled him out of his suit, already feeling drunk on you and the promise of what you were going to do to him.

As soon as you were in the white room you were shoving him onto the bed, giving him one last filthy kiss before moving to the toy wall to grab the double sided strap on as you removed your own clothes. He whined once you were down to nothing but your bustier and stockings, licking his lips as you prowled towards him while you did up the belt.

“God, you’re so fucking pretty.” You cupped his cheek and ducked closer so you could rest your forehead against his, tracing his lips with your tongue and purring as he pulled you closer. “Wanna dress you up like this all the time, but I’d never be able to keep my hands off you. Love that you do all this just for me, sweetheart. All mine.”

“Yes, yours.” He arched his body into you when you grabbed at his waist, whimpering against your lips and rubbing his nose over yours as he gazed at you pleadingly. “Need it, please.”

“I know baby, I’m gonna give it to you.” You rolled him onto his stomach and nuzzled at the back of his neck, squirting some lube over your fingers before teasing them over his twitching hole as he rolled his body under you. “Gotta prep you first.”

“Not a lot.” He peeked at you over his shoulder and purred when you bit at his cheek, his voice breathy and needy as he tilted his head so you could suck on his throat. “Wanna feel you.”

“Oh, puppy.” You hummed at his sigh when you slid a finger inside him, circling it slowly until you felt him start to relax as you sucked a gentle bruise against his shoulder. “What’d I do to deserve you, hmm? Sweet thing.”

His only response was a whimper when you slipped in a second finger, scissoring them as you stretched him open and let your whole body sink into his. He wasn’t sure what felt so different about this, aside from you whispering filthy shit in his ear about how much you loved his sweet little pussy and calling him a pretty girl. But it was making warmth spread through his whole body from his chest, his back arching so he could reach an arm over his shoulder and grab the back of your head to press his lips to yours.

“‘M ready, need it.” He whined when your tongue traced the curve of his plush bottom lip, rolling his ass into your hips until he felt the strap slit against his crack as he spread his legs wider. “Please…”

“Course, baby.” You drew your fingers out of him and lubed up the dildo before lining it up, sliding your hips forward nice and slow and swallowing his gasp. “Just wanna make you feel so good.”

Ransom’s eyes fluttered closed when you started slowly rolling your hips into him, one of your hands trailing up his torso until you were squeezing his pec and pinching his nipple between your fingers. He panted into your mouth as you kept up that steady rhythm, his back arching even further to open himself up more and feel you hit him so deep he knew he was going to be feeling it for days.

You’d never fucked him like this before. Typically when you used the strap it was fast and dirty and hard and left him exhausted and sobbing. Now all he felt was soft and warm and his head was so fuzzy he felt like he was floating. And he fucking loved it.

“God, love this body so fucking much.” You wound your arms around him as you ground into his ass, pulling him as close as possible and biting at his lips softly until he let out another beautiful, pitiful noise for you. “Love these tits and this pussy and your pretty cock. But I love you the most, my sweet, pretty baby. Just wanna take care of you, you’re so good, so perfect honey.”

“Oh fuck, daddy!” He cried into your mouth when you drove into him even deeper somehow, his body jolting with pleasure even as he felt a sudden surge of panic at the words that had just left his mouth.

“Jesus, Ran.” Your hips stopped for a second as you processed what he said, but then you were cooing softly at him as you pulled out just enough to flip him onto his back and plunge back into him as you gave him a jubilant grin and wrapped his legs around your waist. “Oh baby, shh, it’s ok. It’s good. I’m whatever you need me to be, honey. You can say it.”

“Unh, daddy.” As much as he wanted to look away in embarrassment he couldn’t, letting himself get utterly lost in his pleasure as he gazed into your eyes and saw his own complete happiness reflected back at him. “Feels so fucking good, daddy, so deep. Need more.”

“Oh, daddy’s gonna give you what you need, Ran.” You dipped your head to catch his lips with yours and grinned when he purred for you, your hips rocking into him faster as he wound his arms around your neck. “Gonna give you everything.”

“Yes, ahh… daddy !” He tossed his head back and moaned when you hit him with another deep stroke, arching his body into yours and squeezing your hips with his thighs as you nipped at his exposed throat.

When you grabbed his cock through his panties and squeezed he was gone, his toes curling as his whole body vibrated while he let out a sharp cry that sent a shiver of bliss right up your spine as you followed him. You kept moving your hips and murmuring praises into his neck as he rode it out, humming as you felt his cum spurt all over your stomachs while his body jolted with pleasure. He collapsed as soon as the last wave of ecstasy crashed over him, tucking his face into your neck as he breathed deeply and held you close.

“I love you.” It was the only thing he could think of to say, smiling softly at you when you pulled your face back so you could rest your forehead against his and nuzzle his nose with your own.

“I love you too, Ran. You make me so happy, baby.” You swallowed his moan when you pulled out, undoing the strap one handed and tossing it aside so you could press your whole body against his. “You want me to clean you up, or is that gonna be too much right now?”

From the first view, you had expected this man to be a little arrogant and brutish; but instead he had turned out to be the sweetest man you knew.

He helped you with little tasks like mowing the grass for you too while he did his. Helping you around the house when the tap broke or some small inconvenience occurred.

But then one day, everything changed. It was almost late at night when you walked in to your bedroom to just drop into the bed and go to sleep after a tiresome day. But the sight before you stopped you from doing so.

Yours and Steve’s bedroom windows were right in front of each other with not much distance in between. When the lights were on, you could get a clear view of the inside.

But this view was way better than any other as Steve was magnificently sprawled on the bed, naked as the day he was born. You could clearly see his tattoos and his hard abs.

You literally salivated when you saw his dick tightly gripped in his hand. He was jerking off. The way his hand slid over cock and the way the tip glistened in the light, made it impossible for you to look away.

His head fell back into the bed and his neck stretched to reveal thick veins. His tattoos caught the light under the sweaty sheen covering him and by god you wanted to trace each and every one of them.

His cock was beautiful. His tip was thick and precum was beaded over it. It was long and thick and you couldn’t help but imagine how it would stretch you.

His hand started moving faster and you knew he was close. But yet that didn’t prepare you for the glorious moment that he actually came.

Thick spurts of cum dripped down over his hand. You were so wet by now that you desperately needed to cum. What you’d give to ride that cock.

When you snapped out of your thought, your eyes widened as you saw Steve staring right back at you. After a minute of awkward staring, you quickly ran away from the window and jumped into your bed.

He was going to think you were creep. Burying your face into the pillow, you let out a loud grunt. You should’ve at least switched off the lights so that he wouldn’t have seen you. You were an idiot.

Neither were you able to sleep that night nor were able to pay attention at your work in the morning. When you came back home the next night, you were disappointed to not see Steve the entire day.

So after having your dinner when you went to sleep, you were shocked to see Steve standing in his own room staring at your window. The moment your eyes locked with each other’s, he started slowly unbuttoning his shirt.

Was he giving you a striptease? Once he was done unbuttoning, he shucked off his shirt and you gasped at his actions. Looking you straight in the eye, he unzipped his pants, all the while your mouth was gaping at him like a fish.

Once he was naked in front of you, your eyes locked down to his length. Suddenly your mind was blank and the only thought it could process was Steve and his tattoos and his cock.

Those little ink lines right on his collar bone were the sexiest fucking thing you’d ever seen. And the tattoos framing his abs were just making you itch to touch him.

It was only fair that you joined him too.

You quickly rushed away from the window and Steve thought he’d messed up. But when you came back with a chair, he gave a relived sigh.

Quickly, you just pulled off your shorts and panties and sat on the chair with your legs spread, giving Steve an equally enticing view.

Steve bit his lower plump lip upon seeing your dripping wet pussy. It was enticingly glistening in the lights and he squeezed his cock so as to not cum on the spot.

You spread your folds with your index and middle finger giving him a perfect view of your clenching hole. You were already too desperate, so without waiting, you plunged two of your fingers into your hole.

You threw your head back as you moaned. Steve couldn’t hear you, but he just imagined how sweetly you must’ve moaned. Impatiently he too started jerking himself off.

You were already on an edge since yesterday and it didn’t take much longer for you to cum. You held the handle of the chair tightly with your other hand as your legs quivered and your eyes flew shut.

When you opened your eyes, Steve wasn’t in his room. You tried to get up quickly, but your legs were too wobbly. Where was Steve? What did you do wrong? Why did he initiate it if he didn’t want it?

The ringing of your bell shook your from your thoughts. Angrily huffing out a breath, you reluctantly put your pants back on and walked up to the door.

Out of all the people, you hadn’t expected Steve to be on the other side. “What the fuck?” Steve had apparently just put on his shirt and pants and had come running over.

“Thought I’d come here to get first hand experience.” You stared at him owlishly for a moment before letting him in. He snapped the door close and instantly pulled you in for a kiss.

The kiss was downright filthy and needy. You’d wanted to bite those plump lips of his since the first moment you saw him, and you finally did as you wanted to.

He let out a loud grunt and you didn’t think a sound could turn you on so much. You both continued kissing and groping each other until you were in your bedroom.

Without wasting much time, both of you started undressing each other in a haste. You couldn’t wait to get your hands and mouth on his tattooed chest.

Once he was naked in front of you, you attached your lips to the tattoos permanently etched on his collarbones. He let out a guttural moan which rumbled his chest.

Your tongue flicked over the ink to taste his salty sweat. Attaching your lips again, you made sure to leave your own mark over the tattoo. Next was his neck and then you slowly trailed below.

You got on your knees and took his cock into your hands. Taking in just his tip, you suckled it until he clutched your hair. You wanted him to fuck your mouth so bad.

And he did just that. Hold you by your hair tightly, he started thrusting into your willing, wet mouth. “God fuck. You feel so good. I always thought how good you’d look on your knees for me; but you look even better.”

You moaned as his cock hit the back of your throat and the vibrations travelled all through his spine. He wasn’t merciful as he pumped into you and your gagging and drooling turned him on even more.

He was going to cum if he didn’t stop you and he didn’t want that. He pulled you off and you whined at the loss. Picking you up, he pushed you on the bed and flipped you on your stomach.

He parted your asscheeks and ran his thumb through your wet folds. “You’re such a slut aren’t you? Shamelessly getting off to your neighbour, doesn’t suit a person a like you.”

He didn’t give you a chance to do much and entered you in a single stroke. All you could do was whimper and clutch the bed sheets. “Fuck. You’re so tight.”

He set a relentless pace right from the beginning and you got exactly what you wanted: to get fucked. “A nasty little whore taking me so well.” And you obediently responded with an, “Hnngg.”

Hearing the usually sweet talking Steve talk dirty to you send your brain into an overdrive. His hand held your nape and pushed your head further into the bed.

The room was filled with your moans and the sound of slapping skin. You weren’t sure if you were going to be able to walk tomorrow to work with the way he was hammering into you.

Your orgasm hit you like a train, sudden and hard. “You’re squeezing me so good. Fuck! Gonna milk me dry.” He wasn’t far behind you after all the edging he had done himself.

He bent over you as his warm seed filled you up. Having his strong body over yourself was probably the safest feeling in the world and you relished in it.

“That was… good.” You said as you finally came back to the land of the living. “Hmm yeah. So.. you wanna do this again?” You didn’t need to think twice before thinking. “Fuck yes!”