#fineanddandy

“I really don’t know mom…” you answer dryly, drop your shoulders and rolls your eyes. “You know how I feel.”

“I just wish you’d try,” she sighs, as if you’re hurting her feelings for not acknowledging Steve for being your stand in daddy. If only she knew what kind of daddy he was to you…

“Okay fine,” you groan in defeat, “I’ll get him a card or gift card or something,” because you’ve never even done that much for him. Just a measly happy father’s day greeting and your attendance at dinner. That’s all he deserved.

“That’d be very nice of you.”

You have no idea…you grimace as you leave the room, just to bump into Steve coming from upstairs. You avoid his heavy stare, his suffocating heat, continue your journey back to your room, but he takes you by the arm and pulls you back into his big body.

“Make sure you write something sweet…personable…” he whispers in your ear with a clever smirk, and a chill faintly falls down your spine. Try not to nuzzle into his stubble to feel the burn. “Something I’ll remember forever…”

“Ok Steve,” you gulp as you break his hold and stomp up the stairs, hands trembling at your sides. You can feel his smoldering eyes scaling up and down your back, imagining him standing there petting his bulge. Your heart races so fast you could pass out.

Steve’s been driving you up the walls with all his relentless teasing and edging, running you so hot sometimes you damn near black out from all the ache. He was fuckin with you for a reason, had to be. Like he’s laying the foundation to destroy you. You just don’t know when…and something in your gut told you it was going to be on Father’s Day as a sick little present to himself. Staring you down with his bright blue eyes piercing through your soul, lips deviously curled, ready to pounce on you. Steve’s been wilding out, and you’re exhausted. Hasn’t even fucked you yet and your body’s tired, sensitive, your pussy’s already salivating for his fat cock what the fuck. There’s no telling what lies ahead, and you don’t know if it scared or thrilled the fuck out of you.

You almost hate to love his late night torture sessions. The tension, the secrecy… Your heart skipped a beat every single time you happened to hear the doorknob turn, your body ever so slightly squirming under the covers as he tip toed over to your bed. Sometimes, you’d pretend to be asleep and wake up annoyed he was disturbing you with his perversions, but most times, you’d be up waiting for him to silently play with your pussy. It turned you on like no other…his dark figure hovering over you, whispering how good you feel and smell and taste.

“Lay on your back…spread your legs...”

Hypnotized by his voice, his brooding stature, you obeyed, licked your lips as he slipped one of his big hands over your heaving breast, down your stomach under the covers until he found your pussy already hot and wet, pulled his raging dick out of his boxers, aiming it for your opening mouth. Tongue laying out the red carpet, inviting him right on in without hesitation. Steve would just smile, trace your lips with his sticky tip, mesmerized by how willingly you’d give yourself to him whenever he wanted.

“That’s it…that’s my good girl.”

He’d let you roll your tongue all over his girth, make you suck just the head as he toyed with your clit, see how many thick fingers he could fit inside your creamy hole as he fucked your face. Steve was having too much fun spreading your pussy lips apart, popping his veiny dick on your swollen pink lips. Watch the tears fall from the corners of your big pleading eyes, relish in your muffled moans and whimpers…the way you fidget and convulse beneath him just dying to fuck you until you’re depleated.

“Yeah? You want my dick that bad huh? Yes you do baby—awww my good girl so cock hungry…tell daddy how bad you want it…”

You’re already a pathetic mess for your stepdad by the time Father’s Day rolls around.

In the morning, your mom and Steve have an intimate holiday breakfast you wish you knew about before you drowsily stumble into the kitchen to find them sharing food off each other’s plate. You grumble in angst as you turn heel out of there, bothered by the fact that he winks at you just as you two meet eyes. You can wait til they’re done to eat that’s fine. By midafternoon, your mom’s in your room telling you what to wear for dinner. Some little spaghetti strapped dress you know Steve’s going to end up going crazy over, so you try to distract her with other options but they just won’t do.

“It’s just so cute on you, and it’ll be perfect for the place we’re going to.”

That evening, when you come down the stairs in the dress, you could’ve sworn he was going to rip it off and take you right then and there in front of your mom. But luckily enough, he kept his shit together until you guys got to the restaurant. Plopped his thick ass in the seat next to yours once your mom was sat and immediately braced your thigh as the waiter asked for drink orders. You’re going to need copious amounts of wine to get through this dinner, and thankfully enough your mom orders a bottle for the table. She’ll have to order another before the night’s over.

Steve keeps a territorial hand stroking your thigh under the table as he casually converses with your mom like nothing’s happening. You choke down tart red wine and pieces of warm bread down your knotted throat as he trails his fingertips over your panties. Circling right where your swelling clit sits. As they talk and you drink, you focus on his seductive touch and lose yourself in how absolutely sinful it feels him teasing you like this. Your head spins, pussy gushes and wildly flutters, and a tiny wet spot collects right where his fingers dance. Steve clears his throat, stifles a wicked grin as he slows his motions. You nearly sink down in the chair, bob your head back and bite back a needy whimper but you remember where you are, who you’re with. Steve’s making you feel so fuckin good though. He watches your body shiver from the corner of his eye and raises a curious brow. A finger pulls your panties to the side as another twirls around your bare clit. You grip the edge of your seat, fight your eyes from rolling back.

“Babe, where’s your card?”

Her out of nowhere question snaps you back to reality. “Oh! Oh uh…uummm…guess I forgot it back at-at the house or whatever…” you anxiously stutter, try to compose yourself but god, your skin’s covered with goosebumps and he’s trying not to laugh, running his finger along your wet slit.

“She can give it to me later,” he smiles just as he sinks his finger as far as he can inside your pussy. “Can’t wait.”

By the time you guys make it home, you’re completely lightheaded from the wine and the edging. Your pussy aches for his fingers, your wetness sticks to your clamped thighs. Ready to call it a night, you slither away from your mom and Steve sharing a moment at the door. It doesn’t matter if he’s distracted or not he’s going to get his hands on you no matter what, but you just need a moment to get your shit together. Your knees buckles, the room spins and bounces. Your mom and Steve whisper and giggle behind you as you inch for your escape. Just get to your bed and lie down, just for a minute. Before he comes in and execute whatever masterplan he’s been sitting on.

Just as you take a weary step up on the first step, Steve grabs your elbow. “Don’t take this off yet,” he delicately orders as he brushes his lips against your ear. You freeze, catch your breath, hope your mom’s out of the room. “Want you patiently sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for me, card in your lap. Understood?”

“Yes Steve.”

He hums a happy grin as he releases your flaccid arm, pats you on the ass. “Good girl.”

You fidgeted on the foot of your bed for over an hour waiting on Steve to essentially put your mom to bed so he could use you. You were dying to touch yourself for some relief but it’d be pointless. You were dying for his touch only. And it’d piss Steve off if he found you started without him. Feverish, throat tight and patience wearing thin, you stare down at the card sitting over your hot pussy and think back on the words you wrote earlier. You hope they’re good enough, that your mom never sees them. They’re too telling, maybe a little too sentimental, but you wanted to make him happy…make him want you even more. You’re addicted to that feeling and you don’t know why. You shouldn’t be doing this; you’re better than this fuck shit. But this fucked up ass game with Steve is so…intoxicating…

“Baby girl…”

Your heart leaps at the sound of him finally coming in to your dimly lit room. Heat consumes your anxious body and you lose control over your breath. How does he have this insane affect on you? The moment he’s near you lose all common sense, go practically feral. Tonight he’s shirtless, down to his boxer briefs and socks, somehow much bigger than he’s seemed. Maybe it was the alcohol, the want, that made him feel much more monstrous than ever.

“Happy Father’s Day Steve,” you greet shakily handing the envelope over.

He gleefully takes it and sits on the bed, impatiently jerks you into his sturdy lap. “Awww…did you write something special for me?”

“Yeah daddy…”

Steve rips the envelope open and snatches the card out, excited to read the words that you wrote. For some reason, you’re quite nervous to watch him quietly read the card, afraid what you’d said determines your night’s outcome. You made sure to hit those important key words and phrases: ‘good daddy,’ ‘best stepdad ever,’ ‘treat me like one of your own,’ and the strongest one: ‘I love you Steve.’ Your pussy uncontrollably throbs as you wait for him to finish and acknowledge your good behavior.

“Mmm…my sweet girl, I love this. Thank you for finally getting me something for Father’s Day.” He kisses your cheek, places the card on the bed. “Thank you for finally acknowledging me as your daddy…” Steve smirks as he decorates your jawline with more sweet kisses and snuggles in closer, slips his sweaty hand up between your legs to find your panties gone.

“Yes sir,” you close your eyes and sigh.

Gently stroking your pussy, breathing heavy behind your ear, he softly whispers, “you like me being your daddy right? Like when I’m good to you like this?”

You shudder, “mmmhmmm…” behind thinned lips, doing your best not to roll your hips into his firm hand.

“Fuck I can tell…pussy so wet for me…” A dark chuckle sounds in your hazy head and another chill quakes through you, your folds wildly flutter around his sticky fingers. Melting in his strong arms he’s absolutely smitten with the way you succumb to him. One devilish smirk, one faint touch…all it takes. Your wetness procures along your convulsing entrance and its slippery sound indicates you’re ready for him. “Such a good baby girl mmmm…ready to give daddy his real gift? I think you are.”

Steve’s golden blonde hair is so soft and comforting against your cheek. “What gift?” Your voice so meek and innocent you almost don’t recognize it.

“This pussy I’ve been craving, obsessing over...” He smooths a hand across your shoulder blade, pulls down the thin strap of your dress to reveal your breasts to squeeze and pinch and without any help, your legs part even wider. “Can’t wait much longer...”

You knew it, knew this is what he ultimately was working towards, and even in your erotic daze you knew fucking him was wrong. “But Steve…”

“Ssshhhh come on baby girl. Been waiting for this present for weeks. Give daddy what he wants, please. It’s my day…” He implores as he spreads your pussy open, expose your fat clit to the cool air. He playfully dips his finger up to the knuckle between your wet walls and he purrs, leans in to put a nipple in his mouth. You gasp and flinch, your spine curls into his puckered lips. His tongue flicks and tugs at your erect nipple, his finger stationary inside you. He won’t give you more until you comply. And you’re going to, because you want so much more. You want every last bit of him. He made you that way.

“Mmmkaaay…”

Steve growls into your prickled damp flesh, easing you off his beefy thigh to stand on your wobbly legs before him. For a minute, he admires you there all droopy eyes and panting, silently begging him to put you out of your misery. Shooting you the hottest shit eating smile you’ve ever seen, he manipulates his raging hard dick out of his underwear and tugs at it dripping and veiny with a hardy fist. You’re mesmerized by the drops of clear precum that falls down his flushed rigid skin. So much so you almost fall to your weak knees for a taste but then Steve doles out his instructions.

“Grab a pillow.” He nods back behind him. He loves to tell you what to do, and you love to do what he says, instantly grabbing one of your pillows. “Bend over the edge of the bed and put it under your hips.”

You fall into position as Steve rises, towering behind your ass perked up in the air. He flicks the hem of your dress up over your naked ass, pumping his dick as he gawks at how beautiful you look. “Mmm…look at you…so perfect…” A little slap takes you by surprise. “Are you excited to give daddy his gift?”

Beyond… “Yes daddy,” you huff as you restlessly toot your ass up higher, fisting the covers beneath you. You almost hold your breath as you listen to Steve’s, anticipating his every move. When was he going to shove it inside you? How? Tenderly, like he wanted to take his time feeling your pussy open up? Vigorously, like your pussy’s all he ever desired? Either way, you were ready to finally have him in your guts. Of course, the teasing doesn’t stop now that he’s getting what he wants, no. No he’s got to take his time inching towards your parted legs, feel his cock grow harder amidst his wrapped fingers. The second you feel his sticky wet tip barely touch your hot folds you whine, and Steve moans, splitting you open with such a delicate gasp you drool a bit. His dick fills you with such ease you go limp, reaching you so deep you belt a lustful groan.

“You’re the best baby. The best baby girl…” He chants as he slowly pulls out and slowly fills you deeply again, his heart skipping several beats as your walls flutter and flood. “Fuck…this pussy’s so good. You feel too good baby oh my god…”

You squeal in ecstasy, full of Steve’s thick veiny cock and it’s like fuckin heaven. It shouldn’t be this good…it’s so wrong but fuckin hell it feels so damn right it’s almost insane. You’ve never been this wet before, for any boyfriend or fuck buddy. Was this twisted relationship really doing it for you? Are you that fucked up?

“Oh baby…relax…it’s okay…” His soothing hand comforts you, brings you out of your distracting thoughts. His slow steady strokes are enough to make you go dumb as fuck, his hand softly caresses your slithering spine. “How good does it feel to finally have daddy’s dick hmm?”

“So fuckin good fuck!” You muffle your shrills and shouts into your trembling hands, doing your best to be stay quiet but the stretch burns just right, and he’s hitting the right spot in the pit of your stomach. “God…deeper…”

“Can’t baby…” he softly laughs, bites his lip at all the cream dripping out of you and down to his tight balls, “your hungry lil pussy’s already swallowing all daddy’s dick. Need me to go harder?”

“Please,” you weakly cry into your cupped hands, wearily shake your head. What are you even saying? Apparently all the right things because right then Steve picks up momentum, popping his flexed hips off your ass, skin lightly tapping with each firm stroke. He doesn’t want to go too hard, cause too much of a commotion, but hearing you beg for him to dig you out is so fuckin sexy. So he has to. Fuck it. Your bed rocks under y’all’s weight, but thankfully the frame doesn’t hit your wall. The mattress doesn’t creak or moan. He sighs out in relief with a whimsy smirk, aggressively gripping your hips. Blinking away the stars that fill his watery eyes, he huffs muted grunts, digs his nails into your bones. You’re so tight he’s going to lose it all over your rippling walls. You’re so wet he can’t stop fucking into you. He never wants to stop fucking this perfect little pussy.

“Harder!”

Steve breathlessly chuckles as he hard blinks down at your ass bouncing off his muscles, soothing a hand down your curved back. “Fuck baby…if I go any harder, swear I’ll cum…”

“I don’t care,” you whimper miserably as you pout back at him, begging him with big woeful eyes to, “use my pussy daddy. Fuck me Steve.”

You’re a completely different person under your stepdad’s thumb, and you aren’t too ashamed. Steve has total control over your body, and it feels so fuckin good you don’t even give a fuck anymore. Go hard, beat your shit up, you were suddenly dying for him to. His shiny baby blue eyes roll up into his skull as he croaks a pathetic whimper. That desperate look in your eye…it’s going to make him act the fuck out. His teeth sink deeper into his bottom lip, yanks you just a smidge closer by the hip, fisting the back of your dress to really bounce you up and down his length. Your hands slap over your dropped jaw. You both go numb from your head down to the very tip of your curled toes.

“Oh my god baby girl…wanna stay in your pussy all night long fuck…”

Your tiny noises and gasps for air are the only response as Steve fucks you as hard as he can without bringing attention to your bedroom. Your pussy gushes around his pounding girth and the sound is music to his burning ears. He isn’t going to make it all night let alone another ten minutes. The way your walls clamp all around him make Steve dizzy with pleasure. Meeting the back of your pussy with a muted thump drives him wild. Your muffled mewling makes his dick tingle with excitement. You’re so close he can feel it in the way your walls tighten, how your breath quickens and your legs violently shake. A tired laugh breaks from his hyperventilating chest. You look so fuckin perfect taking his dick like a good girl he wishes he could record a video or take a picture.

“Fuck baby girl…I need you to cum for daddy so I can cum for you. Can you do that for me? Can you be a good girl and cum all over daddy’s dick?”

Steve didn’t even have to ask; you’re on the verge of combustion. Another firm pump or two and you were gonna be a goner. Afraid to breathe or open your loud mouth, you frantically nod against the bounce of the mattress, ready to pleasantly fade away. Out of nowhere, Steve fists the back of your hair and forces you up, forces you to arch your back so he can hit your pussy at a different deeper angle that makes you want to scream. Slapping a clammy hand on his forearm, you hang on for dear life.

“You like that? Huh? That’s the spot?” You grunt, claw his sweaty skin as resounding yes. “Then cum…cum for me baby girl come on…taking my dick like the good girl you are…yeaaaah yes that’s right. You’re my good girl…”

And that you did…erupting as hard and as quiet as you possibly can but you have little control over what comes out of you at the moment. His endless praises in your ear send an array of chills and goosebumps over every inch of your brown skin. Releasing every single sexual frustration your evil stepdad has ever put on you, you collapse a spasming shell to the bed, creaming and squirting so much around Steve’s quivering dick he has to hurry and pull out to shoot his load all over your ass and messy pussy lips. He can’t believe how much comes oozing out of him, squeezing and jerking every last drop onto your slit. His cum drips off your pussy and onto the bed. He heaves one last big breath, hides his tired limp dick back home in his boxer briefs and silently sits beside you on the bed.

“Atta girl…” Steve gratefully praises as he pets your empty head, lovingly smiling down at your lifeless body. “You feel better?”

“Yes daddy,” you sleepily crack, appreciating his affectionate touch. You can hardly keep your heavy eyelids open, absolutely worn out from the day. Your body aches but in the best way, can hardly move a muscle. Cant even get undressed and in bed you’re so done physically. Thankfully enough, he’s sweet enough to pull your disheveled dress off for you, get you under the covers properly so you can get a good night’s sleep. Just like a good dad should.

This man wanted to be the death of you and having him know that so soon was not in the plan. Your lips quirked up as you looked over at him and leaned even closer, “the name isn’t sweetness Mr. Levinson. Just surprised at your out-of-work look is all.” He ran his hands through his hair as the faint smell of his shampoo wafted into your nostrils. Even his damn hair smelled good.

He relaxed back in his seat, fluffing his strands out a bit as he chewed on the inside of his cheek, “So the hair does it for you huh? Might keep it this way if it has you looking at me like that.” The fact that he was such a flirt right now didn’t go unnoticed.

Did he think he was going to get in between your legs during this trip? Of course, you wouldn’t have minded but that wouldn’t look good on your resume. Being named the “boss fucker” would be stained to your name and that’s something that you didn’t want.

You hummed in amusement as the jet kept its path on the way to the Maldives. The trip consisted of meeting with the Levinson Corp, Maldives division to check on a few things and to make a good impression so that there would be no need to shut that part down. Ari made a good name for himself and great business decisions. He had divisions all over the world and always took someone with him.

To your surprise, he picked you this time and you didn’t even know that he knew your name. This was an honor of a lifetime, being the only female to even join him on the trip. He must have seen something in you that you weren’t aware of.

The heat was relief from the bitter cold of New York making you want to choose to stay a little longer. You looked out from the open window of your room at the breathtaking water outside. Ari spared no expense in getting you both the best rooms and honestly you didn’t need that much room.

The arrival to the island was normal as Ari didn’t let you lift a finger for anything. The ride was comfortably quiet with Ari stealing subtle glances at you for the entire duration.

Of course, you wanted to look back because that man looked damned good and you wanted to take a bite out of him. This was business and if you wanted him to take you seriously, you had to be on your A-game the entire time.

A knock took you away from your thoughts as you gave yourself a once-over in the mirror before walking to the door. You were met with Ari’s towering frame looking down at you. If he wasn’t your boss, you would have said fuck the night’s plans.But he wanted to commemorate the first night here and he was taking you to a club.

Who knew he would even be fond of clubs but this was your first time actually alone with him. It seemed that there was a lot that you were going to learn about him. He stood at the door looking you up and down, unbeknownst to you since his shades were over his eyes, “gonna come on sweetness or ya gonna ogle me all night?” there goes that nickname again. You had to admit that it was growing on you but you would never let him know it.

You rolled your eyes at him grabbing your purse and key as you pushed past him exiting the door, “For the last time Mr. Levinson, it’s not sweetness, or do you not know my name.” He pressed his hand to the small of your back guiding you through the hallway.

With a light chuckle he bent down, placing his lips close to the shell of your ear, “I know more about you than you think I know,” he said leaning back up as you two made it to the dark SUV, holding your hand as he guided you into the backseat. What he meant by knowing more about you was questionable.

But maybe he paid more attention to you than you knew. Ari pushed the shades up from his face as he turned over to you, “You know you can just call me Ari, I won’t fire you if you do,” the invitation was there and you got tired of calling him, Mr. Levinson. This was a semi-vacation after all.

The corner of your lip raised as you looked over at him, “Okay, Ari. I guess sweetness is fine too. That’s if you don’t want to say my name,” oh how we wanted to say your name in other ways but, sweetness was fine for now.

He gathered that nickname from how you would speak to everyone even the janitor with respect. You never seem like a bitch without reason. He knew it could come out and when he did, he couldn’t do anything but rush to his office to pump his dick to a blissful release.

The car came to a complete stop at the club and before you could place your hand on the door, Ari made a sound and a look that said, “don’t even touch that door,” you sat still as he exited making it over to your side to open your door.

Why he was being such a gentleman was beyond you but you weren’t going to decline it either. He held his hand out, placing yours in his as you stepped out. He placed his hand to your lower back again, giving the bouncer a nod as he let the two of you in.

You pressed your back against the cushion of a plush seat in the private section of the club. With some light persuasion, Ari lit the first rolled blunt of the night placing the tip between your lips. Inhaling slowly, holding, and exhaling as the high took over your senses. Both bodies pressed against the soft cushions as the lights and music take over every inch of your body. Ari sat like a king with his drink in one hand and blunt in the other.

✨This type of shit have you wildin’✨

The words calling to your limbs to move as you stood straight up, swaying your hips to the sensual beat. Ari’s eyes darted to the melodic movement of your ass in your tight dress, swallowing slowly as he took a sip of his drink. Your heightened nerves on a whole other level as you rolled your hips slowly, not paying attention to how he was staring a hole into you.

Ari couldn’t take the way you looked in the light, eyes closed as you let every word guide your movements. He set his drink down, standing behind you as he placed his hands on your hips pulling you against him. Bending down to the crook of your neck, he inhaled the sweet fragrance on your skin, “Playing a real dangerous game sweetness,” with one slow roll against his crotch, “fuck… wouldn’t do that if I were you. Might give everyone in here a show.”

✨Drip, drip, drip when you slide in✨

You reached to the back of his neck, dragging your nails up his skin, causing a low growl from his lips. Carding your fingers through his hair, tugging lightly as your hips dragging up and down his length. Fuck he was huge. The ache in your core had you clench around nothing at the way his dick felt against you, “That’s what you want Ari? Wanna make a scene?” Dragging your bottom lip between your teeth you let the music take you away, not giving a damn that he was your boss.

His grip tightened, grinding into you in the same motions as your body. Lips pressing into the side of your neck as he drank in your scent. Taking one hand from your side, dragging it slowly up, stopping at the valley of your breasts, “I’ll claim you right here and not give a fuck sweetness,” wrapping his fingers around your neck, pressing into the sides lightly, “try me.”

✨Don't hesitate when you

In it, 'cause you know I like it✨

Snaking your hand between your two gyrating bodies, you drug your nails lightly over his length, hearing him hiss in your ear. All his movements stopped, not feeling his body on yours at all. You turned around to see him back on the cushion, eyes darkened as he patted his lap.

Your body was not your own as you sauntered over to him pressing your thighs on both sides of him, straddling his lap. Ari placed the tip of the blunt to your lips, lighting it again as you took a long slow drag before exhaling again.

You sank further into his lap as he took a slow drag before placing it back down, gripping the back of your neck, crashing your lips to his. His lips were soft but passionate as he sucked the swell of your bottom lip between his teeth, pressing down softly before releasing.

You looked back at him before pressing your lips back to his, tasting the alcohol on his lips. He pushed your dress past the swell of your ass, showing your skin in the light. The cool air passes over you as you let him dominate your mouth in the filthiest of ways.

✨I need you to roll up in that shit like you skatin'✨

There was no way that either of you would be the same after tonight so, fuck it. His grip tightened against the softness of your cheeks bringing you lower to his lap as he rutted up against your clothed core. He pulled from the searing kiss, looking up into your eyes, “just had to play hard to get sweetness,” placing a peck to your lips and a loud smack to your left cheek.

A yelp escaped your lips, a fresh gush of slick coating your panties, “knew you wanted me,” another smack, “and fuck if I don’t want you,” last smack before flattening his tongue and dragging it slowly up your neck.

You shuddered at his nasty act but it turned you in so many ways. It was like he was literally claiming you in front of a club full of people and you loved it. His lips trailed down the column of your neck, fingers yanking the cups of your dress down as she attached his lips to your nipple, sucking the nub harshly. You threw your head back at the sudden sensation, bucking your hips on his lap. Your high taking over as you found his bulge, rubbing your covered clit over it.

Ari dug his teeth sharply into your nipple, as a strained cry fell from your lips, “Only way you cum is if it’s around my dick. Better take it out, sweetness,” The drug coursing through your veins allowed you to not give a fuck if anyone saw, you needed him then and there, “Go on, claim what’s yours, baby.” He attached his mouth to the other nipple looking up as you lifted up to fumble with his zipper. Pushing his pants and boxers down slightly, pulling his dick free.

There was no time to marvel at the beauty of his dick, his grunts made sure of that. But the way he felt in your hands, goddamn he was thick and veiny. With one quick flick from Ari’s hand, your panties were torn and you sank slowly down, causing breathy moans from the both of you. Ari placed his hands on your hips helping you adjust as you sank all the way day. Stilling for a moment before a smack to your ass told you to move.

You gripped his shoulders bouncing up and down as your juices coated his dick with each passing. He laced an arm around your lower back planting his feet to the ground as he snapped his thrust deep into your leaking pussy. Each thrust felt like the first and you were on the brink of complete bliss.

Neither of you cared about possibly having an audience. Ari hooked his arms under yours, finding your spot as you clenched over and over again, “Oh fuck! Right there, right fucking there,” eyes rolling in the back of your head as your core snapped at the next sharp thrust.

Holding onto his neck as your let out a strangled scream, feeling your juices flow freely on his dick, “atta girl sweetness, wet my dick up filthy cunt,” his thrust never faltering as he gripped your thick curls jerking your head back.

He sank his teeth into your neck, sucking a deep bruise before bringing his lips to your slack mouth, dropping a string of spit down your throat, “Swallow it fucking bitch, you’re mine,” landing a sounding smack as you came again from his primal claim to you.

Ari couldn’t take your fluttering walls any longer and hooked his arms under yours again, thrusting faster and deeper chasing his own release, “Fill me up, make me yours. Fuck!” Digging your nails in the fabric of his shirt as you felt the hot ribbons coat your silky channel.

Ari let a loud growl out in your ear, licking the outer shell before slumping back against the cushion, bring you with him. You two laid there for a while before Ari wanted to shield your vulnerable body from everyone. Pulling you off and tucking himself back in his pants, he picked you up, carrying you out of the loud club.

It was safe to say that you both gave a great impression the next day to the friendly division. They were in awe of you as Ari knew they would. He decided to celebrate you by bending you over his bed as you fucked into you relentlessly, sounds of skin slapping and calling Ari daddy the entire night.

During the course of the stay, he took you apart in every place you two visited. You were going to be sore and you loved every part of it. You knew that you were his and he made damn sure to let you know that he belonged to you. He made sure to let you know that he wasn’t going to give you special treatment at work and that anything that was given to you was because you earned it.

You two were totally fucked and going back to how you were was something that was not an option. The flight back was filled with some very embarrassed flight attendants as you both spent the duration of the flight snatching each other’s soul out.

“Goodness! Are they at it again?” The attendant could hear your screams and audible smacking from the private room.

It didn’t take long before you were added to his starting line up. Star player. MVP. Always Bucky’s first call for whatever; when he first sunk his teeth in you, it was a wrap. And the shine was nice. Your starting position made you feel some type of way. Smug. Flattered. You’d put in the work and held your spot. Then, Bucky started making you feel some type of way. Jealous. Anxious. When you knew what it was. And that irked you. Bucky doin his fuck shit irked the fuck out of you. Because don’t get it twisted, he was going to remind you who he really was at the end of the day. A silly little fuckboy who loved his silly fuckboy ways.

So you needed some fuckin air. A dose of reality. Bucky wasn’t going to be your man—you didn’t even need a man. Hellooooo bitch. Chill. That’s why you signed on to the squad in the first place. This was temporary. Bucky was temporary. And so you took a step back, let some other girl who’d been dying for it shine. Fuck it. You already know how the shit goes…

Once you let them go…

You’re getting in late from a girls night, a little drunk, stumbling around in the dark getting undressed. Your drunken giggles filling the silence when suddenly, a picture of Bucky illuminates your vibrating phone. You snort and shake your head, stare and wonder if you should even answer. You were lowkey getting over him, and of course here he is! You know he’s on the other end like fuck, kicking himself in the ass, and that makes you smirk a bit. Good, be pressed. Ring…ring…ring…you let the tension build until he swears you’re going to send him to voicemail. But then you swipe your finger across the screen.

“Yes?”

“Baby cakes…”

His silky tipsy voice sends you reeling, pulling the phone away with a curious brow. Baby cakes? Oh this oughta be good.

“Again, yes?”

“Let me up.”

You huff a sigh, roll your eyes. “Why.” So expected this is how he comes back into your life, but you gotta admit it’s also a little hot.

“Because I want you to,” Bucky nearly whines and frets, and your tipsy heart nearly skips a beat. “Because you want to.”

“Bucky.” You choke because the way he purred that in your ear sends a chill down your spine. “It’s been damn near two weeks since I’ve heard from you.”

“I knooow and I miss you. Bucky needs his baby. Cooome oooon…let me up please.”

You’d never heard Bucky beg like this before and it’s a little unnerving but like really crazy hot. He wasn’t the type. You’re conflicted as fuck. You were so close. So close. Your heart races as you debate with yourself. You didn’t want to, but you do the more he whines and pouts through your phone. He’s just putting on so he can get his way…yeah but also he’s begging, and it’s really fuckin cute…the sexiest he’s ever been. You’re really going through it.

“I’ll make it up to you. Promise baby cakes.”

Goddamn baby cakes the fuck is that?! He’s called you that twice?! Oh he really must be trippin.

“Shut the fuck up Bucky.”

You almost hate yourself, stomping across your living room to buzz him in. Waiting and listening to his excited pants of breaths that fuckin make you throb and wet. Your silent breaths damn near align with his. Watching the door you think, this was a mistake. But it was too late. There he stands before you all domineering and smoldering, hanging up the phone with a hungry snarl as his eyes dance over you doing your damndest to look annoyed. When really you want to crumble beneath him ready to pin you down to the floor, rip your clothes off with a satisfied grin. Goddamn it’s been way too fuckin long. You didn’t want to want him, but there’s just something about Bucky that’s just so hard to resist. Your body tremors in response to his intense stare, his tremendous stature. Everything about him screams I own you. And you like that shit you can’t help it.

“Hey baby—,”

“Wait!” You stop him from coming any closer with a flat hand, taking a small step back from him reaching in for a hug. You don’t think you can handle all that yet. “We’re not doing that.”

Bucky frowns confused, then mischievously grins, “doing what?”

“Touching each other.” Your hand waves no way and he’s completely baffled. Why’d you let him in then? That’s all he’s trying to do.

“Wait what?”

“Why are you here?” You cut him short. “Are you drunk?”

“Well, I think that’s obvious,” he chuckles as he presents himself, then reaches for you dodging him once again. Annoyed by how you’re acting, he grunts, “and like I said I miss you. Stop being a brat.”

“Still don’t get why you’re here Bucky.” You turn on your heel and retreat back to your bedroom since that’s where this is headed. “Where your other bitches tonight.”

“Oh c’mon don’t do that,” he groans as he chases you down. “I wanted to see you, so here I am.”

“Oh. Ok. Whatever.”

Bucky shuts your door behind him and shakes his head at you staring up at him from the edge of your bed. He’s never seen you like this before. All ticked off and shit when he gave you the space you clearly wanted. Just couldn’t do it too long with a girl like you. Too much space for too long and you’ll be done, and by the looks of it, you were just about there. Bucky can’t have that he really fuckin likes you. Time apart was a little difficult. Now he’s going to have to put in some extra work to keep you around. Get you back where you belong.

As he gradually approaches, he softly murmurs, “sooo…what now?” His twisted little smirk’s so sharp you have to laugh off its sick effects on you. Oh god…

“I’m going to bed.” You snap and his smirk falters, a little thrown but deter him. Bucky starts to toe off his shoes and you ask, “the hell are you doing?”

“I’m going to bed too.” He shrugs, his shirt flying across the room. He isn’t leaving that easily.

You smack your lips, narrow your eyes, know damn well what would happen if you let Bucky in your bed. But obviously he isn’t leaving so whatever happens, happens. You stress, “just sleep,” as you wearily pull the covers back. All you’re doin is wasting your breath.

Bucky steps out his pants as he big rolls his eyes. “I can be good.”

You smack your lips and climb right on in to your trap. Bucky’s intentions are anything but that. “Sure you can…”

Lights out. Bucky respectfully stays on his side while you curl up on yours, careful not to let flaming hot flesh near because one faint brush will pop shit off. You know it. Bucky knows it. Why he’s dying to. Being this close to you has got him reminiscing about every single time he was and then some. He wasn’t lying when he said he needed you. Bucky really did miss the shit out of you. It’s not like him to show up drunk on any girl’s porch but you weren’t just any girl. Sure there were other girls, but none of them could measure up to you. A lot of them already knew that.

Out of nowhere, his weight and heat enveloped you and you gasp out in complete shock, “Bucky!”

All he does is snuggle in close, takes you up in his big strong arms and holds you so tightly. In a way you’re unfamiliar with. You can hardly breathe, stunned that he’s holding you like he actually missed you. Afraid any sudden movement would snap him out of this drunken spell. This is really different.

“Didn’t think of you as a cuddler…”

“Told you I was needy…” He sighs, burying his face in your neck to take a deep whiff. “God you always smell so fuckin good.”

That actually makes you smile, squeeze him tighter as Bucky rubs his scruffy face across your buttery skin, inhaling your scent some more. “Shutup Buck…” He always knows the right things to say and when to say them. Charm his way into anyone’s pants with minimal effort the whore.

“Mmmm…missed the way you smell so much…how you feel in my arms…” Bucky whispers, his lips faintly missing your neck and goosebumps decorate your skin. He jerks your hips further into his, jabbing his fat hard right along your ass. Gripping and groping all over your soft tits as he grinds into you hesitantly grinding back. Whimpering and resistant, enjoying the friction way too much to think straight. Each time you feel his dick twitch, your pussy drips a little. You want to be strong, resist him a little harder than you have since he showed up but it’s really useless. You love the way Bucky makes you feel. Not many can do what he does to you.

“Go to sleep,” you impishly demand, too lost in Bucky to really mean it, and he just hums a demented chuckle.

“Make me.”

Fuck, this is what you get…you knew this is what was going to happen and you let him in anyway. You were so close…now look at you. A drooling pathetic mess amidst his massive body. Your pussy’s salivating, starving, ready to have a taste of Bucky again. And he knows he’s won all the twisted little chuckles and happy hums in your ear ring victory. His big hands take over, desperately pulling your panties down your hips, pulling your shirt up so he can freely pinch and pull your nipples. Rutting his throbbing dick right up against your damp slit. Bucky’s running you absolutely mad, your nerves buzzing all the way down to the tip of your curled toes. You bury yourself deeper into his heaving chest.

“Fuck,” you cry, slightly turning your chin for his pouty lips.

Bucky darkly chuckles into them, “yeah…fuck…that’s what I’m going to do…” slipping his hand between your clenched sticky thighs. “I’m going to fuck you so hard baby. Is that what you need?” You nod your dizzy head and Bucky agrees. “I know…I know that’s what I need baby…need it so fuckin bad.”

A nice slap on your ass and he moans out with you, separating your creamy pussy lips with his fingertips. Can’t tell if the mess on the front of his briefs is from your pussy or his leaky tip. About to ruin himself trying to push you to your breaking point but this is so much fun. Feeling you lose control turns him on like no other. Once he gets inside your hot pussy, he won’t be able to contain himself. Your wild moans bouncing off the walls, nails piercing his enflamed flesh. God he and his raging hard dick can’t wait another second.

Pulling and wiggling out of his boxer briefs, he harshly inquires, “are you gonna give me what I want? What you deserve?”

The moment his meaty dick pops down on your ass, you feverishly nod your head, looking into his dreamy stare with big doe eyes. “Yes…of course daddy.”