kent's doll

conrad had more experience than you. not much more, but enough for it to make a difference to you. when he posed the idea of a new position, you were a bit nervous: you couldn’t see him, he’d be seeing you from an angle no one else had seen you in before…

before this, you’d only even been in missionary, with the exception of having been on top of him once or twice. you knew he’d been with and done other things before you, not as foreign to things as you might be. you were always open to new things, but not being able to make that oh-so-generous eye contact while he was pleasuring you made your stomach twist some.

until, soon enough, he was coaxing you into longing for it.

“i would feel you so much deeper…you’d be so much more full,” he’d whispered to you soothingly, hands at your hips as if he could flip you over any second. “i’d be able to hold onto you and be in control the way i know you’d like..”

after pondering for all of a day, you’d given in. it wasn’t long before your face was in the pillow of your bed at the cousins house, his hand tucked in the crevice of your hip.

he started slow, pulling nearly all the way out of you before inching back in, creating a rhythm this way. he could feel your walls beginning to relax around him, along with your shoulders onto the bed as you became comfortable with the way he laid.

soon, he had you whining under him, and took that as a cue to pick up the pace: quicker, more slammed thrusts, finding that soft spot that makes your vision cloud and using that as an anchor.

your moans were flustered and in sync with his thrusts, and suddenly your fears were washed away and forgotten. how had you not tried this sooner? you still couldn’t see him, but as he continued you knew he was right there, protecting you and filling you perfectly.

each time he felt you tightening onto him, he changed pace. edging you over and over, waiting to chase his own high, he switched between achingly slow and a nearly aggressive speed, causing you to literally lean into his touch and control.

“please,” you beg, “connie-“

“what is it?” he asks, switching pace again and making you stumble. you struggle to form words, and we can’t have that, can we?

he takes a handful of your hair, pulling just hard enough to force a whimper out of you, “use your words, princess.”

“please. l-let me c-c-cum,” you struggle, reaching your hand down between your legs to your aching heat.

he smacks your hand away and replaces it with his own, keeping his quick pace as he draws sloppy circles onto you.

“i know princess, all you gotta do is ask,” he says, still thrusting though you can feel him beginning to twitch in you. “i’m right there with you baby, cmere.”

tears begin to form in your eyes as your stomach is tightening for seemingly the tenth time this evening, all you can do is pray and whine that he’ll let it unwind properly this time.

he doesn’t stop his movements, groaning himself as your walls seem to pull him in closer and closer.

“baby, i got you,” he says, taking his unoccupied arm and wrapping it around your waist as if you could be any closer to him.

you finally reach your craved high as you hear him behind you, feeling his love pour into you; almost as if a trigger, you come down only seconds after him.

he collapses onto you, still holding one arm around you and placing kisses onto your exposed shoulder and cheek. “was it worth it, baby? you feel so good that way,” he breaths into you, still panting.

being in a long distance relationship with Conrad is difficult. He is arguably one of the most sassy, bitchy, horny people on the planet. you didn’t even know someone could be all three at once.

This really played out when you did see him.

Especially in the summer.

The short dresses and bikinis bothered him so much. He’d fuck you right on the beach if it weren’t for the risk of being caught.

So, one night the pair of you go to dinner, hoping to get away from the chaos of the summer house at the moment. You could tell he’d been hot and bothered all day, after seeing you tanning and your body all wet on the beach; just for you to end up in a tiny sundress right in front of him.

Your hair was barely dry but he was still running his hands through it every chance he could, even tugging on it every once in a while.

He was so touchy. So smooth with his words. You saw right through him.

“Con’” you said as he slid over to your side of the booth and ran his hand up your thigh, “what are you doing?”

“I need you,” he whispered, pulling your hand over his jeans to feel his erection. “It’s not fair. That you get to walk around in this tiny dress and not expect me to react."

"Can we go to a bathroom, at least?"

Within moments he was pulling you away from the booth and into the restroom. He didn't hesitate to hike up your dress and set you on the sink.

"You're so pretty, angel."

"Con," you responded, breathless and waiting for him to do something more.

"I know, I know."

Before you could think a full thought, Conrad was pushing himself into you, watching you gasp at his size. You nodded at him, placing your hands on his chest, signaling that he could move. He quickly pulled himself almost all of the way out of you before pushing close to you and finding a rhythm.

He held you up by bringing his arms around you and onto your back, making you feel closer than ever. Despite the fact that every push brought you closer to your high, they also left you wanting more.

"You feel so good around me," Conrad whispered breathlessly. You could feel him twitch inside of you as he brought his thumb down to your clit.

You were inching towards your high, and both of you could feel it.

"Con," you sighed, "I'm going to-"

"I'm right there too, it's okay."

By some divine timing, both of you chased and then came down from your highs within seconds of each other.