Happy Dave York Saturdays my lovelies. Hope youâve all had a good week. Itâs time for a bit more Dave York in your lives. I know the picture is Liam I know but it works for the story & heâs still clean shaven. Things get a bit uhoh this chapter. But Iâm loving all your feed back so thanks for sticking with these.
Synopsis: Circumstances on a Friday afternoon lead you to discover a secret about Dave that changes your world, but you have no time to think about this revelation, as Dave needs your help.
WARNINGS: DONOT READ IF YOU ARE UNER 18! DAVE YORK COMES WITH HIS OWN WARNING! Violence is mentioned in this chapter including killing people & taking them out, blood, injury detail, swearing, alcohol, piv sex, cheating, affair, tasting, cream pie , mirror sex, pet names & Daddy is mentioned & used, vultures & lack of consent (say no in real life), self pleasure, teasing, spying, invasion of privacy, pregnancy is briefly mentioned. If Iâve missed a warning itâs probably in the main master list page.
Right thatâs enough, here you go hereâs friday⊠enjoy people & I will see you all next week for Saturday Morning⊠ekkk
âPhenomenalâ Christian says, looking through your canvases which youâve laid out across your work room & hung some up on the garage door, but not with the rope from Wednesday. The galleryâs owner unfortunately couldnât come to look at your other art today & your space. His son had overnight come down with chicken pox so was looking after him while his wife was at work. He was more enthusiastic than Christian, but he is still very attentive. âI see you have some Man Ray books on the shelf, canât stand him personally, over rated, but art is different to everyoneâ you face drops at this comment. After Daves words looking at it for a while before your pleasurable exhibition earlier in the week, but he didnât know what he was looking at you think, or maybe he did. This makes your grab your necklace, feeling the cold steal of the metal & silver clinging to your skin, much like Dave likes to do as he ravages you.
â& what have you done to your mixing canvas, itâs spoiled & a mess!â He screeches as he sees it in the middle of the room âIâve got a new one on its way, there was an emergency for the family i live with here & that needed seeing tooâ Daves length needed seeing too & couldnât be ignored, especially with the chance to clean him down. âWell donât go wasting more, they are expensive & how youâve mixed stuff on there, is all weirdâ your not enjoying this criticism from him, usually you take this all on the chin but you canât help but feel heâs trying to make you react. He then sees thereâs a collage book with some of your earlier work, where you used to document the process of creating. âDo you still do this?â He asks. Itâs makes you blush as you remember the last photo you took âoccasionally, let me go get my cameraâ you say knowing you can find a few recent examples that donât include Dave being erect. You unlock the draw & click on the on button on the camera, no memory card it reads. âAhhh sorry, I must have moved this for downloading, Iâll show you another timeâ you wonder if Dave has got hold of this, you were pretty sure he was blissed out while you took them, but youâll check his office later. You also make a mental note to order that canvas.
After a few more words with Christian discussing your art, he takes a video to send to the gallery owner & heads to leave, but he hangs by the door a little, leaning over you making you feel awkward. âIâm sure we will get to know each other & work together much more going forwardâ he says as he straightens his jacket after putting it on. âI hope so toâŠâ âin more ways than oneâ he sighs & he enters your personal space & his lips head to yours for a kiss, & you step back âno, Iâm sorry Christian, I canât do this, itâs not rightâ you say mortified. The second you mention Christian to Dave he will know by your face that he tried to come on to you. âwhy? You donât have a boyfriend, Iâve check your social mediaâ he takes hold of your hand & you turn your face away again saying no, but heâs a vulture & isnât taking that for an answer. You try & push him away but heâs very forceful & persistent. Youâve never been so happy in all your life, for the sound of a key to going into the York residence front door. âHelloâ you hear âhello Mrs Yorkâ you call back & finally push him away, as his lips headed to the crook of your neck & you quickly leave the garage & see her with her bags dumping them in the hall & Christian follows you âhow was the work trip?â You ask âerm I should go,â Christian says âyes I think weâve covered everything you need to seeâknowing full well that youâve got phone call & email to send to the gallery owner about their curators inappropriateness today, even if it costs you your exhibition.
You leave Carol alone for a bit, she always wants a little breathing room when she returns form anywhere. Once youâve put your stuff away in your work room & sent an email to the gallerys owner explaining what has happened today, You make sure to spend time with Carol. The womanâs been away for a week & could probably do with someone to just moan about everything, that she knows wonât go any further. Sheâs at the kitchen table standing reading a letter when you properly first get to her. Carol tells you about her work trip as you put her washing in the machine & make her lunch. She seems a little off, like something is on her mind, maybe itâs the long trip back. She just isnât her normal self. Itâs only when you bring the girls up that she perks up at all, but you dare not mention the hamster at this point, the girls can either say it when she picks them up from school in a few hours time, or Dave can. & that when your mind wanders.
Heâs not been in touch yet today. He never tells you where heâs off to on a mission, too much info for a civilian to know. But youâve not had a coded message at all, to say how itâs gone. Carol notices youâre not paying attention âsomething on your mind dear?â She asks âoh no, im just thinking about not getting my exhibition for my artâ itâs not a complete lie. You continue your chat & then clear up leaving her to herself. You later get the girls weekend bags for Carol. âIs Mr York joining you at your parents this weekend?â You ask ready to see her off just before 3:45. âoh no, they donât like him, Iâm sure he will be here to work on some reports this weekend, if heâs still not at workâ she says, so sheâs not heard from him either you think. & you see her off, lock the front door & head to Daves office to order that canvas.
Sitting in Daves office without him feels very weird. The number of times heâs bent you over the desk, fucked you in his swivel chair, even 69s on the sofa, cushions shoved down your throat to stop you moaning, books falling off the shelves as he pushes you into the cases, youâve done it all. But now youâre sat here alone, logging onto his pc to order your canvas. The screen eventually comes to life & you see it says last user still active, so you click on it to go online. You expect to see a picture of Daves girls greeting you as his desktop or a wedding photo or a trip heâs been on,work or pleasure. But itâs not, itâs your face from about 5 weeks ago as you smile in the family bathroom after cleaning it & admiring yourself, in your low cut vest top checking the reflection is okay. Youâre a little shocked by that, you were sure something else was his wall paper, maybe itâs on a random generator. But then you move the mouse to go to the browser for shopping, when the popup of download complete appears. You click on it & realise itâs linked to a memory card. He has taken your camera & the art photos you have on it, to put on the system. It touches a nerve a little, he could have asked for those photos instead of just taking it from you, a few manners wouldnât have hurt to ask, youâd have happily handed them over to him, for a repeat performance another day. The screen says move to usual file, & you click yes.
& it opens. The files you never knew existed. The information & videos that break all your trust with the man you adore & would do anything for. You know he has the cctv footage, but to have files marked as faves, fetish, oral, test, standard, Dom & Personal. Each with a different thumb nail of you doing something sexual or in a state of undress or in most cases both, âThe fuck Daveâ you shout knowing no one is in the house. You click on Faves & see his favourite videos of the two of you, including the us states from Monday, him performing oral on you on the stair case one night & the video of him taking your arse in the guest bedroom while you change the bedding. You sit there in shock & go back to look at the other file names which are self explanatory, except the one called personal. You think about not clicking it, this is an intrusion of privacy by going through these files, but they are all of you, having sex with him which he told you he scrubbed off the system every Sunday. So you click on it desperate to know whatâs deemed personal. PIN number it asks. âCrapâ you say, trying to think what it would be, its 3 digits. It canât be your birthday, or your old apartment & you get up from the chair & pace up & down trying to think of 3 number that mean a lot to you, the number of days since you first had sex, how many times you scream his name on average, the number of close calls. & then you walk past & look out the study window & see a car reverse into a drive. Reverse⊠Reverse cowgirl⊠he likes you in this position in the guest bedroom the most, thereâs a full length mirror opposite the bed & he likes to see the reflection of you spread bouncing on top of his cock, blissed out squeezing your breasts & touching yourself as you cum. â150â you mumble knowing thatâs the number it is in his sexual experiments book & head to the computer & type it in. & his secret is revealed & exposed.
There is all the cctv footage from your bedroom & bathroom. As well as the one camera by the door that you knew about, thereâs one in the light, in the desk, in the top of the mirror, in the extractor fan, shower head & the bathroom cabinet. Multiple angles for him to get the best shot of you touching yourself or him fucking you. Youâre frozen in the chair looking at the files. The most recent one from Tuesday, when he fucked you & slept the night. You click on it & realise much like with the rest of the houses cctv, thereâs audio to it. you hear yourself moan his name multiple times as you watch the video in full as he traces, analysis & fucks your body into a state of submission. Youâre watching as his shoulders tense & how his large hands work from the light camera, how he makes you feel amazing. Youâre really angry but so turned on watching the way he fucks you & knows how to get you going. When the video ends youâre panting, much like Dave does when heâs finished jerking watching you cuming on film. You scroll back through the files, every 2 weeks thereâs a new file each with at least 2 fucks from him & 5 videos of you pleasuring yourself. Youâre really pissed off. He had always told you, you had access to the one camera in your room but heâd hooked it up in multiple places to watch you cum over & over again. & then you find the last file in this drive called perfection.
You click on it. Itâs from 8 months ago. You remember the night well, as it was one of the nights heâs given you control, Carol was away & the girls were ice skating. You laid on your bed & asked him to sit in the Bathroom & not touch you or himself until you say the word stars. You lie on your bed facing him & take off all your clothes & thrust his newest toy for you, a bullet vibrator across your clit to stimulate you. You moan & moan as he gets undressed in the bathroom (heâs edited this to make it continuous) & you start to cum as you scream to the world the word stars. Youâve never seen him move so quick in his life before his cock is deep inside you pounding away & he screams your name & you both cum devastatingly hard almost at the same time 5mins later. A hot sticky mess of love, passion & sex. He then slides out of you & licks you out tasting you both as you cum again, before he drags you on top of him so you can ride him while he slides the vibrator between the two of you, both begging for more pleasure & movement. âFuckkkkkâ you moan, youâve given up being angry for now, that can wait until he gets back. Your own hand is inside your knickers under your black jeans & you are touching yourself throughout this like he usually does. You both look so hot & sexy making each other cum & you here & now are lost in a moment. Your remembering every touch, every thrust, every moan. The man that makes you go to paradise, who stretches you & makes you beg for more, you want it so much more. You want him, Dave York, with all the string attached, all the flaws & all the drama, even if he has invaded your privacy in the worst way. But right now as you slide your fingers into your arousal, you just want to scream for him. & thatâs when your phone pings interrupting you just before you really get going.
*SEWING DIAMOND 5MIN! âFuck!!!â You scream & you remove your hand from your pleasure & close what you think is all the tabs on the system & do the lazy shut down like he did yesterday. The canvas can wait, shits gone down. You go into his bottom draw of his desk & find the 3rd safe key & lift up the rug next to the sofa. Heâs trained you as to what certain codes would mean when he messages you & where to go & you always double checked them after he left for a mission each time. Usually your receive APPLE HOLLOW which means Iâm okay complete success, but SEWING DIAMOND means something was compromised & be ready to stitch me up or worse. From the safe under the rug you bring out a sewing kit, lighter, scissors, pliers, 2 bottles of vodka & an emergency contact list & head for the kitchen. You put them all on the Center island & run a sink of hot water & go get 3 buckets & some antiseptic from the down stairs wet room. You also run to your art room while checking the front door is locked to grab an apron. If thereâs going to be blood you want your lazy daisy tshirt to not get covered in it. When you return to the kitchen, you jump as heâs startled you in many ways again. Heâs there in his beanie hat & wearing all black, lifting up his shirt trying to take his bandage off leaning against the island, but is unable to do this due to the pain of it pulling at his sensitive bruised flesh. âFuck! Dave! What!âyou scream. & he removes his hat which ruffles his hair, making it fluffy, as he looks up at you. âgood thing they missed my vital organs isnt itâ he tryâs to laugh but winces âhow? What?âŠâ you start to ask. âNo babe, let me tell you later, I just really need you to concentrate right nowâ his voice is panicked but still in control (just). You go to the sink & stop the water & plunge a small bucket & flannel in & head over to him. âRemember to breathe okay?â you say. Youâve gone into im in charge, calm & I got this mode, even if your not, you need to at least sound like it to put him at ease. You rinse the flannel ready to apply it to his bandage to remove it âwhat do you takeâŠarggggghhhhhhâ he screams as you start to remove it with the warm water on top of it. His body jerks trying to resist âfuck fuck fuckkkkkk oooohâ & right now you donât care that heâs got all these videos of you in his library that you didnât know could ever have existed, the man you love is in pain as you remove this bandage. You catch his eyes briefly & see the worry in them & how scared they look & so you do the one thing you think will soothe him, you bring your lips to his to shut him up.
Heâs shocked to start but then takes his blood covered dried hand that not lifting his top up, to hold your chin as he leans against the kitchen counter & kisses you like itâs the last kiss heâs ever going to have. Your tongues collide & it feels like heâs been away for a year not 24h or so. He bites into your bottom lip as you go to separate at the exact moment youâve removed the bandage & pressed the flannel firmly against him. He shouts âbitch be carefulâ you know itâs just a pain reaction. Your eyes go straight back to that more pressing matter than his lips, which are desperately searching for another kiss. âHold it in place Daveâ you say & he takes his other hand to keep it still as you go for the sewing kit, vodka & antiseptic ointment. âOn the scale ?â you ask looking down at the notes heâs left for when stuff goes wrong âqueen glideâ he mumbles before going high pitched. The notes tell you itâs a mainly superficial wound but that itâs going to take a while to heal & deal with. You put the items you need in another bucket & ask him to sit at the kitchen table âwe donât need that bucket, im not going to be sickâ He says already looking a little pale, some blood is now leaking thought he flannel heâs holding in place. âYou said that last time, do I need other equipment?â You ask as you grab a pillow off the sofa so you can plant on your knees while you attend to this ânope it was a knife, should have seen it comingâ& he glances at you on your knees being attentive once again, just not to his throbbing cock. He sits on the chair & turns to you can deal with his injury.
âoh the ironyâ You giggle but then you see his stern face eyeing you back, even in pain & bleeding Dave can be stern & serious. âmr stabby murder daddy got stabbed for a changeâ & then you realise youâve let your pet name for him come out of your mouth. âDid you just arghhhhâŠâ & you remove the flannel & pour some vodka over the wound in one move, which shuts him up for a minute. Dave was right, it was mainly superficial but it was at least 5 inches long, but relatively close together for you to sew up. Youâve done worse home care than this with him. You dab the next flannel with the ointment, âthis will hurt baby Iâm sorryâ âwaitâ he shouts & then he pulls his top off leaving him bear chested & scrunches it up to put it near his mouth, âgoâ he says & you tentatively dab it along the seeping wound as he bites into his top screaming. His face pained as you can tell his eyes are strained & watering even when shut. You feel guilt for doing this but itâs the only way you can help him without going to the emergency room & being asked lots of questions.âIâm so so sorryâ you whimper at him as he moans trying not to move. You caress his back to soothe him & try to help him calm down âAlmost there almost, rightâ & you dunk the bloodied flannel back into the water & hold it against him to keep the pressure on the slice. âCount with me Dave, then tell me what you want to seeâ you say. This is to check thereâs no poison in his system. Once he got to 13 out of 25 & he forgot where he was & you hand to syringe poison out of his blood stream â23, 24, 25⊠you riding my cock for the rest of the nightâ he blurts out at the end of the count. You blush but you arenât surprised. Daves usually very hands on & sexual after heâs killed someone. Usually Carol gets a seeing too, but he then always comes to you to tie you up & ask you to do things that if anyone knew you did theyâd never look at you the same ways again. Thatâs the power Dave York has.
âIf you hold still for the next few minutesâ & you give him some painkillers to take, you donât care if he takes them with the vodka right now. ââŠI will do my best with that requestâ & you pass him the second bottle of vodka so he can start drinking it while you sew him up. You take the lighter to the needle first so itâs hot as itâs first glide through happens. He flinched but doesnât moan âtell me about the girls & the exhibition & everything youâve done while you do this, I need to be distracted.â He whines taking a sip of the straight vodka & taking those tablet, so you do. But you donât tell him how Christian tried to take advantage of you & how Carol was extremely distant earlier. âProductive thenâ he says as he regulates his breathing a bit more, calming down as you have about 5 stitches to go. Heâs not really paid too much attention to you if he was honest, he was enjoying your hands working on him, steady & smooth. You smirk âyou donât have to tell me what happened Dave, just tell me it was a success & you got whoever did this to youâ you state âeventually it was, there was a lot more to last night than we thought, someone had tipped them off, they were ready, but all but 2 had been taken care ofâ he goes high pitch at the end as you dig the needle in a bit to far âbut this small bruised nip of a wound was fine until about an hour agoâŠâ he replies. âI was in a store buying some fizz for tonight, when there was a robbery & the guy had a knife & i was trying to protect a pregnant woman & he slashed the small cut I already had hereâ you eyes well up that Dave had protected woman he didnât even know, it proves heâs more than a cold hearted killer. âI took care off him in the car park & realised he was one of the group from last night, the driver dealt with him & I badly whacked the bandage on, but I needed to get home to check you were safeâ you triple stich the last one so it doesnât come undone before wiping him with more antiseptic ointment to clear it up, he yells again & stares at you with dead eyes as you didnât warn him this time âwow Dave your a hero. Does mean you could have gone to the emergency room thoâ âno sweetheart, I needed to be here with you, your the only person I need to see, ever againâ & your eyes meet as you look up at him before you pick up a fresh flannel to wipe him. His eyes say everything, & yours reply back âsoâŠâ & he giggles slightlyâIâm your stabby murder daddy?â He asks & you smirk âyou were never meant to know thatâ as you lick your lips & wipe his side down undoing the bandage to slide onto him delicately. âIs that why you like the rough & dominating Sex because of the thrill of it?â He asks lowering his voice to his bedroom tones & raising an eyebrow. âI think your cock has more to do with that than anything elseâ & you slap the bandage on him which make him whine, as a sort of punishment, but it turns you both on.
Heâs all covered & protected, the bleeding has stopped & heâs not been sick. Job well done, You think ready to help him off the chair & ask him what he needs next. Heâs silent in his response, rubbing your hands now covered in blood, admiring your clean stitches which wonât leave too big of a scar. You walk away & pour the bloodied water down the sink & wash your hands & everything up that youâve used, putting the flannels, his top & your apron in the wash ready for tomorrow. As you stand back up, heâs crept behind you stealthily once again, his hands are on your hips tugging at them âooooh Dave you shouldntâ you sigh as you can feel his erection starting to grow through his jeans, pressed against your arse. He dips his hands in the sink to clean them too before drying them on the back of his jeans âYou are the only thing I wanted to come home to sweetheart, donât deny me of your glorious cunt, not now, not tomorrow, not ever againâ & he bites & sucks on your neck, you arousal growing & dampening. The cool press of the necklace to your skin making you flinch & Dave smirk. âI missed youâ you whisper, taking in his smell before you turn around to face him âsame beautiful, sameâ & he take your mouth to his as his tongue explores. Hungry for every movement it dances with yours. Your eyes are shut but you still run your hands across his broad shoulders going up the back of his neck & into his hair, twisting urgently against each strand. His hands are pulling at your tshirt to try & take it off, his groin the most eggar place of all, pulsing. He breaks long enough from the kiss to remove the tshirt before then returning to taste your tonsils, & then grabs your hand & heads for the stairs. âGuessing all the cctv is still in dark modeâ he asks which is the highest option possible that he set it on âyesâŠâ & you pause but decide not to ask him, you want to be ravaged by this man one more time before you potentially lose everything good in your life, that can wait for the morning. He can tell youâve paused though which you quickly cover by sayingâ& I locked the door after Carol left earlier, guessing you locked where you came throughâ & you rush up the stairs with him. âOf course I did, & fuck Carol sheâs not here, I want you to fuck me!â & you reach the landing & he takes you to the guest bedroom, still peppering away kisses at you as he throws the door open, & you walk him backwards towards the bed.
He slowly lowers onto the bed being careful not to move to fast, he doesnât want to ruin your good work. You follow suit, straddling his lap, stroking his nipples as his hands undo your bra to free your breasts. His hands are cold as they grasp them making you moan & your nipples stand to attention. His motions as he teases & plays make them even harder for you & therefore more sensitive. âYou missed me thenâ he says as he slides one of his hand down your back & inside your jeans to squeeze your arse as you continue in great details, to draw around every line on his chest & stomach, tracing each scar, smoothing those abbs & making him want to pur. âYes Dave, I missed youâ âyour little show made me forget about missing youâ he takes his other hand & undoes your button & zip of your jeans. Your moaning at the different touches he makes towards you, when you suddenly remember heâs got you to watch back from every single angle at some point âahhhhhhhhhhâ you cry & he thinks it of pleasure which it partly is but itâs also your realisation that even if you leave & end this relationship or whatever it is, heâs still got videos of you to expose you in any way he wants forever. âOoooh so vocal tonight, tell me will you be as vocal as my cow girl?â He asks raising an eyebrow back in his bedroom tones. He lifts you up slightly to slide your skinny jeans off your body. His hand goes straight back into your flesh coloured knickers, which are already damp & he starts to tease you & make you rock into his lap, further hardening his erection thatâs contained by his jeans & boxers. âYou want me to save the horse & ride the cowboyâ you muster while moaning. âYes sweetheart, why do you think Iâve brought you in hereâ & he turns your face to look at the long wall to ceiling mirrors that cover the closet. âare you sure you can cope with that mr York? Donât want to cause you anymore painâ you say undoing his belt & unzipping his flys. âWatching you come undone is the only cure I ever need, your blissed out face as you cum, is the most erotic thing in the worldâ you raise yourself & slide off your knickers so your folds are almost near his face. He licks his lips & dips his head down to kiss the top of your mound as he wriggles off his own jeans, exposing his own damp patch on his boxers.
You glide off his lap fully & turn his body around & get some cushions to support his head & back, so he can watch you do the thing he loves most. He lies back to make sure he gets the best view of what heâs about to experience & see. You trail your hand down the left side of his body as he sighs, missing the wound just above his hip, whilst grabbing his waist band & slowly dragging his boxers off him, springing his dripping length free âoooh you teaseâ he moans as he starts to stroke his hardened girthy length ready for you to bottom out on. You donât face him as you stand in front of the mirror holding his boxers. The temptation to just ride him right now is huge, but he just called you a tease & if this is going to be the last time you have sex with Dave York, you want it to be fun for you as well. You take his boxers holding them up & you sniff them like he often does your knickers, before trailing them down your body which he can see the reflection of in the mirror as heâs perched up, enjoying himself. You stop just before your folds & drop them to the floor before then slowly edging your thumb inside you for a brief second, making your body tense & his cock throb. Itâs only just inside you for a few seconds, but bringing the thumb to your mouth covered in your wetness to suck, makes him go insane. âOkay stop teasing now, before I waste this erectionâ he moans. You saunter & crawl over towards him on the bed & lay to the side. You take his cock into your hand & engulf it down your mouth & throat for 3 motions. It doesnât make you gag, but you throw the noise in for good measure, wondering if the audio system will pick it up for him. â I ran out of lube last night babyâ you say & he throws his head back in passion as you then move & face the mirror ready to give him the ultimate display & fantasy that doesnât involve him dominating you. âBabyâ he moans as his hand slaps your arse âsweetheart please, I want youâ as you hoover over him ready for a slow sensual entrance. This is the neediest he had ever been to have sex with you, heâs shocked that heâs almost begging for you to, pleading like he needs nothing else more in the world. âDave York, your wish is my commandâ & you slide down onto his cock, hissing at the stretch it always gives you, feeling almost full after hardly any movement, wanting to bottom out onto his pelvis âoooooh Dave fuck yesssssâ & he is groaning watching you from the front in the mirror & behind bottoming out onto him, the perfect sight. How did he get so lucky. You eventually reach his skin so you are fully seated & his cock is fully pulsing inside you & you lift up a little slightly to adjust yourself. Your legs are spread so he can see everything in the mirror ready to watch every movement the two of you make for the next 20minutes or so. âReady?â You ask with a smirk as you tease your breast making his mouth drop. âIn your own time sweetheart, remind me how your so good at taking every single inch of meâ
You slowly rock your hips in circles while he lays still, the motion making him harder inside you. Just by doing this you can feel the pinch get more intense. & that is Daves plan, to make you feel so full for the first few minutes before he starts to join in, before the two of you start to really pound each other & those squelching noises start to happen. âSo gooooodâ you grown & you learn forward so you can feel a slight drag & your arse parts so he can slightly see the other hole he often claims. Heâs salivating looking at that & looking at how your boobs have lowered in front of your sex as you lean down, showing how erect & sensitive they are to whatâs already happened. You stretch as you return to the preferred position, drawing your body out & sighing his name, you force your own drag & clamp around has cock & neither of you have got things yearly moving âsweetheart, bounce, show me you missed meâ âoh I did Dave, I was so wet for you when you werenât hereâ & your hips respond faster & your pelvis moves to, starting to act on its own. He then makes his first meaningful thrust inside you, hitting the spot on the first go âfuckkkkkkâ you cry âexcuse me?â He asks as he does it again, his breath slightly husky âfuckkkk Mr Yorkâ ânope try again sweetheartâ & he thrust twice before he goesss âahhhh shitâ as you grasp on his right hip (the side without the bandage) & you moan the loudest youâve done all week âfuck me stabby murder daddy!!!!!â & he rocks harder âkeep screaming babyâ he croaks.
His thrusting picks up the pace & his eyes dance between his view in the mirror of you bouncing & rocking on his cock, sliding up & down his length which will be glistening with both your juices. But he also glances at your arse cheeks, the strain of your spine down you back to the dimple he adores, with your hair just slowly gliding over your shoulders as you occasionally throw it back in desire. âDave tell me a secretâŠâ you moan & you put one hand on the mattress for balance as you start to trail the other down your body seductively, ever edging toward your sex as you move. Youâre giving him a chance to fess up without even thinking that was what you were asking, but when he musters surprises you both. âI hate action movies they never get it right, ooooh baby fuckkkâ as his hips rolls faster, he glimpses & sees you touch yourself. Then he starts to giggle realising what heâs just said, & you were expecting something darker, but that laugh rippling through his body makes his cock pulse more, & now with you teasing yourself too it makes you clamp on his cock harder âoooooh Daveâ you moan ânot what I was thinking but oooooh fuckâ heâs raised himself higher so his hand can grip onto your hips to push you rocking further into him, as he still hits the spot every time. Your fingers really start to pick up the pace touching yourself at the same time. Daves face in the mirror looking at you closing your eyes & being completely lost in fucking down on him hard, is one of admiration & lust. He wants to look at you do this every night for the rest of the life now, no matter how many lives he has to ruin to get it.
He moves a hand so it joins your pleasure, thumb tickling across your sex. You didnât know you could be more turned on but you are, getting wetter by the second. You are riding & riving & feeling everything. Heâs constantly moaning your name with each thrust, with the occasional âso tight sweetheartâ each time you clamp down on his cock. His rhythm from his hand has now taken over yours & you lean back slightly & balance both your hands onto the bed, ready for some fervent thrusting back down onto him before you cum. He notices you hands start to brace as you sigh âDave you can fuck me foreverâ âpromise?â he stutters as his thrusts become much harder & places a hand on your back knowing how messy & out of control your body is going to be. Your next rock hits his base & pelvis & you cry, âyes stabby, now move please moveâ & he thrusts & bounces & pulses inside of you. Each movemeant the two of you are making, dragging him along your walls, making you whine, making him enjoy the tightness & wetness of you. His hand has lost its rhythm on your clit, due to him losing his senses, so he uses both his elbows to help raise his body, deeper & longer pushes up off the bed. âDave!â You scream as you glimpse at yourself in the mirror & can see the state of your sweaty body knowing your are on the verge of pleasure exploding inside you. âSweetheart Iâve got you I got youâŠIâ & his hand grasps yours on the bed squeezing it. & he smirks at you in the mirror, Eyes full of lust & desire. & that is all it takes. You clamp as your orgasm flows thought your entire body.
You almost black out from the intense pleasure it creates. Moaning his name, still rocking & bouncing, feeling every drag, pulse & squeeze. It punches all of your sense out of you. A million stars shine for your & youâre so lost in the moment that itâs only a minute later when he screams âFUCK BABY!â & with one massive thrust he lets go as well. You feel him spill, coating you, making you feel complete, making you want more & more, forever. He rocks you both through it, his hips gyrating & his stitches & bandage just about holding together from earlier. Heâs looking deeply at you as you almost come to a stop, only doing small grinds on him, but he can see you complete blissed out in a sex haze in the mirror, your body relaxing & everything just slowing down for you. He loves the come down on your face as much as the actual sex & the high. He loves it all.
You eventually turn & ask, âyouâve got me right?â In a breathy, exhausted state. He winces as he leans up & wraps his arms around you to bring you back down to his body so your back is lying on top of him. You look concerned at his pained face. âMaybe you should go to the emergency room Daveâ as you stroke his face & he slowly withdraw his softening penis from inside you, but your to spent to complain or moan about it. Eyes already beginning to feel heavy & tired. âIf Iâm in pain in the morning once Iâve redressed it, Iâll go. Neither of us are in a fit state to go right nowâ he replies as he strokes your hair & starts kissing your forehead. You both lie there breathing & every now & then giggling still wrapped in each others arms, sticky & sweaty. Eventually he hears a snore from you & he gets up carefully & attends to cleaning you both up, small touches to you, so not to wake you. He gets to the door & is tempted to go back to his bed, much more plush & comfortable than this one, but your not going to be there & he knows that he canât carry you to into your room while heâs injured & your asleep. You turn around in your sleep so your back faces his side of the bed, so he glides back in & pulls the duvet over you both. He traces his hand down your spine, kissing the dimple at the bottom of it that he had admired all night as you entertained him. This stirs you slightly in a sleep haze but youâre not fully awake, & then you feel his arms wrap around you as a big spoon, as he deeply inhales the scent of peaches on your hair. You hum in his sweat & warmth but it sounds like a sleep noise that Dave doesnât notice, & then he says the words you have always wanted to hear. You canât react or respond to it, your meant to be asleep, maybe heâs saying it thinking your Carol or maybe heâs sleep talking but your suddenly wide awake as Dave York say aloud âI love youâ. A secret that you must now keep to yourself.