you keep me in your orbit

“D-Did you hear me baby— oh gosh I can’t!— don’t squeeze like that… mmmm it’s impossible when you do that,” he pants. “oh my god, you don’t know what you’re doing…”

“I think I know what I’m doing,” you smile over your shoulder. Still wiggling and taking him halfway in, teasing, rolling around the tip before sinking back down to shred every sliver of self control Clark thought he had built up. It crumbles in a fucking instant of weakness, and Clark is helpless to every sensation. Done resisting it any longer. He’ll buy the fucking pregnancy test, the crib, the diapers, or the goddamn plan B later if he has to. Anything. He’ll do anything.

He gives you one final warning before the damage is done, desperately clawing, tapping, squeezing your hip to signal any way he can. When you don’t do anything but maintain the same speed and only clench harder he can only interpret that as your master plan to get him to fall apart, and he does.

Crying with real tears dripping from his eyes while his cum floods your pussy and makes a blasphemous puddle that dribbles out while you ride him through orgasm — cooing encouragements and calling him baby while you ride him through all the waves. His balls are tightened to the fullest extent, emptying and spilling everything he has while he whines and scrambles to hold you and cradle you through his high.

“Baby it’s going inside… I’m cumming inside, pull me out if you need me to— oh, I can’t, I can’t that’s so good.”

Clark thinks if he was being safe, wearing a condom like a responsible lover would, it would be filled up white and up to the hilt.

“Shhh. Just keep cumming, baby, that feel good?”

Clark whines and vigorously nods his head. “It’s so good, treat me so nice. Can’t believe it’s all inside right now.”

You laugh at his fucked out desperation, still rolling your hips back and forth to fuck him through it. Feeling his girth still twitching and shuddering against your walls. Clark thinks he’ll be thinking about this very moment for a long, long time. Knows he’ll finish plenty of times with ropes of cum in his own hand when the memory gets played out in his head again, again, and again.

“You’ll kill me one of these days with these hips. Gosh…”

”Planning on it,” you snicker. Lifting yourself up off of him as slow as you could muster, letting him feel as every inch slides out. His dick flops out landing up against his stomach with a quiver, juices combined and slathered all over like a fucked up painting. Clark can’t seem to catch his breath still, finding it near impossible to catch up. Sweat is still caking his skin, the smell of sex permeating the air of the room while you plop yourself down in his lap, steadily leaking out his cum back onto him.

As the first drip of his thick load starts making its way out, rushing to cup your pussy with your palm to stop the flow from coming out and calling his name. Snapping your fingers to nab his attention faster for good measure, to which Clark rips himself out of his hazy slump and turns every speck of his attention towards you to comply.

With his hands still cupping your hips, thumbs drawing little circles, he murmurs his response, almost sounding drunk - “yeah, baby? I’m here, I’m here, whadd’you need?”

”Eat your cum. Eat it from my pussy. Hurry or it’s all gonna drip out,” you breathe. Sticking your ass out to give him even easier access. Clark doesn’t need to be told anything twice, leaning in and moving your hand for you to replace it with his mouth, his tongue. It flattens and catches the creamy river that he almost would’ve missed if he weren’t as quick as he was. It coats his tongue while you flex your muscles to squeeze the rest of it out, your gaping pussy making audible obscenities that Clark swore only happened in porn.

He eats so ferociously, flicking his tongue from back to front and catching your bud to slurp on while swallowing the heavy milk of his own load straight out from where he’d released it. Thinks that this is the best thing he’ll get to experience all day and he’s already thinking about getting to do it again. Eat his cum after busting it all where it belongs. It’s intoxicating, tasting his own DNA from yours — the way your pussy grinds back on his tongue to feel more, to feel him closer. Easily the most precious gift he’s ever tasted.

”Yeah. Good boy. Eat.”

”Of course, mama.”

”You taste good, don’t you?”

”Amazing. Especially while I’m coming out of you.”

You gyrate your hips and close your eyes, clit pulsing on his tastebuds while his tongue keeps up those wiggles. Clark sighs into your pussy and pushes you forward until you’re lying down on your belly and he maneuvers himself until his face is back underneath you where it has to be. He places you on top of his face with ease while you’re still sprawled out and face planting the sheets.

”Ride my tongue like you ride my dick baby, have to clean you up good but let’s get a little messy again first.”

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