#endgame steve

So Steve is just too damn big to take in missionary. Your body just can’t fit all of him in but you’re not letting that stop you

You’re on top this time, you’ve been at it for ages and you’ve cum more times than you can count, working yourself on his length, feeling him seated so deep inside you it’s boarderline painful

His tip has been slamming your cervix because there’s just nowhere else for him to go, his fingers are between your bodies, rubbing your clit, turning the pain into pleasure

“That’s it bunny, cum all over me again, such a good girl, you look so little stuffed full of my cock like this.”

You’re leaking over the few inches of cock that aren’t inside you yet, he can feel you dripping down his balls and he’s obsessed

“Oh baby, this cunt is jus’ creamin’ for me. If you’re lucky I’ll let you suck your own pretty mess off my dick later.”

And you thought being on top would make it easier to take him all but your body still won’t relent, despite how much you want it to

You’re desperate for it anyway, rocking back and forth with him inside you, loving the feeling of that ache that comes with being so full

“Shit bunny, bet you feel me all the way in your tummy don’t you? You feel me right there?” His hand lands on your lower abdomen and God, you do feel him in your guts. The pressure just makes you even needier because fuck, you’ve never felt this full

And when he removes his hand because you’re whimpering like crazy you notice there’s a literal bulge in your tummy where is cock is poking out every time you rock forward on him.

You’ve noticed it, he’s noticed it. It’s game over.

“Gonna make this extra inch or two fit bunny, gotta get it all into that tight little body. You gonna let daddy ruin this sweet pussy?”

Of course you are. His arms wrap around your hips, pushing you down on him to the absolute limit, you’re yelping, almost crying at how good it feels to be so stuffed

“Look at that baby, ‘s almost all the way in there.” You’re down to about an inch left, your body fighting to adjust and the bulge in your tummy is just getting more prominent, poking out deliciously

Steve rubs his thumb over it gently and he swears he can feel his own touch through your skin

“Shit baby, ‘m gonna do it, gonna squeeze this whole fat cock into your tight little hole. Jus’ know my good girl can take it.”

And you’re whimpering, bouncing on him ever so slightly, working your body to the limit to take every last bit.

“ ‘s so big, baby you’re fuckin’ huge, you fuck me so well daddy.” Your voice is high and whiny, eyes rolled back in your head and he damn near loses it

“Don’t worry baby, daddy’s gonna fill this pretty pussy to the brim. Think there’s jus’ enough space left in you for daddy to cum. Right. There.”

Or do they? What you don’t know is that your house was occupied well before you moved in. He used your house as his own little refuge in the world. He had every intention of leaving until he saw you. You were the most beautiful woman that he had ever seen, and he’s been around for quite a while, so he would know.

He would watch over you, make sure that you were ok. He especially loved to watch you while you slept, you always looked so peaceful when you were sleeping. When he knew that you were so deep into your dreams that you wouldn’t wake… that’s when he would come to you. Slowly circling your bed, pulling your sheets down to expose your body. “You might as well have slept naked,” he thought to himself with what little you wear, the tank top and tiny cotton panties leave little to the imagination.

His fingers would dance over your exposed skin, goosebumps dotting your flesh as he traced the curve of your hip. Sometimes, when he couldn’t help himself he would ease you onto your back, his fingers rubbing your pussy between the fabric of your panties. Very carefully he would move the cloth to the side, letting the cool air of the room kiss your cunt before he did.

His favorite thing was to watch you shudder, coming on his fingers as you soaked your sheets below. Maybe he should grow out his beard again, that way when he eats you, the smell of you would linger on him until he was able to be with you again. Yeah, maybe he would do just that.

Until then, this cycle would continue, of him watching, waiting until you fell asleep to claim you, and you waking up thinking it was all a vivid dream. He had to come up with a plan to meet you, to tell you about all of the nights he took care of you. But it would have to be the right time in the right way, because the last thing he would want to do is scare you away.