yt man's whore

10:30am.

“Said play wit my pussy, but don’t play with my emotions...” You say along with Doja Cat’s ‘Rules’ as you apply finishing touches to your makeup, “If you spend some money, then maybe I just might fuck ya!”

You sway your hips side to side and as you spray Mario Badescu Rose Water on your face. 

“Wanna shake that ass, imma do that shit in slow motion!”

Your phone pings with a notification from the Postmates app.

Your Postmate, Laura, has arrived. Please come collect your order.

Knock, knock.

You run to the door, not skipping a lyric.

“You got a whole lotta cash and-” You pause, in shock.

“Didn’t know you listened to Doja Cat.” Noah says, holding your french toast and scooching past you to come inside.

You watch him enter in disbelief.

“I can’t believe you scared Laura away.” You say, crossing your arms.

“A whole mini-can of whipped cream?” He says, placing your food on the desk. “Kinky, it’s like you knew I was coming.”

“Surely you didn’t come here just to make fun of my breakfast.” You say, letting out a large exhale through your nose as your cheeks get hot.

“No, I just wanted to see if you wanted to walk down together for the press thing.” He says, walking towards you.

You turn away and head back to the bathroom.

“You’re a whole 90 minutes early.” You say before you feel a pair of hands around your waist, and lips on your neck.

You immediately roll your head back in pleasure and your nipples harden. Noah takes notice of this and cups one of your breasts, rolling your nipple between his index finger and thumb.

“Mmmmmm...” You moan as you press your thighs together in attempt to stop the flood.

“No bra? Such a tease.” He says before nibbling on your neck just a bit.

Fuck this rule.

You turn around to face him and press your lips into his. He wraps his arms around you as he sucks on your bottom lip, stumbling backward with you through the narrow pathway of the bathroom to the hotel bed.

“Anyone who willingly wears a bra is a masochist.” You say, smirking as you straddle him.

He grabs the bottle of whipped cream as you straddle him and pulls the straps of your dress down, exposing your breasts. He sprays a dollop on your nipple before latching on.

You purr with approval and begin to grind into his lap, feeling him grow underneath you.

“Someone’s excited.” You say, smirking as he looks up at you.

“Are you kidding me?” He says, meeting your lips for deep, passionate kiss. “Do you know how long I’ve been wanting to do this?”

He flips you over in one swift motion, and slides the rest of your dress down your hips. He pauses to take off his shirt and you sit up to unzip his slacks.

“This long?” You say, rubbing him through his briefs before sliding them down. His thick member flings out immediately, no longer restricted by the Calvin Klein fabric.

You place him into your mouth and swirl your tongue around the head.

He lets out a deep moan as he fisted the back of your hair.

You began bobbing up and down until he backed out of you and bent down to meet your eye level.

“I wanna make you feel good too.” He said, gently pushing you onto the bed before pulling down your thong.

He spreads your legs and begins kissing your thighs, moving closer and closer to your wet heat. Your breath hitches in anticipation.

Finally he places his tongue on your clit, sending a wave of pulse through you system. He begins sucking on it very slowly, and uses his ring and index finger to penetrate you.

“Fuck...” You say, gripping the sheets.

Suddenly, the sensation goes away but is soon met with the thickness of his cock.

You gasp and reach for him, pulling Noah into your chest as he slowly pumps in and out of you giving you time to adjust.

“Fuck, babygirl.” He says in your ear. “Does that feel good?” He begins kissing your neck, “How does my cock make you feel?”

“So good.” You say, scratching his back with your nails as he picks up his speed.

He sucks on your left nipple before rolling the other inbetween his fingers. The combination sends you into euphoria.

He sits up and picks up the rhythm, placing your leg over his shoulder and a pillow under your ass. He begins to rub circles onto your clit.

“Don’t cum until I say so.” He says as your eyes roll into the back of your head.

“Y-yes, sir.” You say, barely holding on.

He thrusts get faster, but less rhythmic as your walls clenched around him.

“Who’s pussy is this?” He says, rubbing your clit faster.

“Yours.” You say breathlessly, vision blurred in euphoria.

“I can’t hear you. I said, who’s pussy is this?”

“YOURS, Noah.” You say, almost in a whine. You’re on the edge.

“T-that’s what I like to hear.” He says, nearing his edge. “Cum for me, babygirl.”

You instantly let your orgasm go, squeezing your eyes shut as your whole body convulses.

Your orgasm sends Noah over the edge as he collapses on top of you, giving a few final pumps before stopping completely.

Why is his chest wet?

You open your eyes and see that your chest is wet as well... along with the edge of the bed and the floor.

Oh my God... did I squirt?

“Oh my God, did I squirt?” You say, laughing lightly due to exhaustion.

“Yeah, you did.” He says, beaming at you. “It was so fucking hot.”

“I’ve never done with before!” You say, half in amazement and half in disbelief.

“Well, I have been known to do that to people.” He says, folding his arms to his chest.

“Shut up!” You say pushing him away with your foot.

You get up to shower again, but Noah grabs your hand and pulls you toward him.

“So, what is this? We broke the rule.” He says, avoiding eye contact.

“Professional in the streets...” You say.

“Cuddle in the sheets?” He says.

“Precisely.” You say, leaning in to kiss him.

“Deal. But only if I get to take you out on an official date after we finish press.” He says, pulling backwards.

Your cheeks get hot.

“Deal. Now c’mere.”