#gabe.itches

A few footsteps forward, and you were there again—on her doorstep, waiting for her: Regina George.

You didn't know what it was—but whatever it was intimidated the fuck out of you and you didn't know why; even as you stood before a double-doored, secure mansion in a gated community, the anxiety clung to you like a second skin and made your stomach hot. Or, maybe it was the anticipation. You honestly couldn't tell anymore.

It wasn't like it was your first time here, either. For the last 6 months at least, you've shown up on Regina's doorstep per her command. It wasn't anything weird, at this point—it was just routine. She called you, and within 20 minutes, you were back at her door with the same feeling. Everytime you came here, there was always the same nervousness that melted away the moment you step foot inside. And—

The door clicked open, pulling you out of your thoughts; all your worries peeled away when you saw Regina standing in the doorway, her smirk wide and gaze narrowed down at you like she was judging you. She was clad in a satin pink robe and was nursing a glass of, what was clearly and unsurprisingly, expensive wine that probably cost a small fortune. Her blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders and her fingers were tightly clenched around the glass. Bitchy and magnetic, that's what she was.

"Hey, loser," She scoffed, tilting her head slightly as she looked down at you. "Are you gonna keep staring, or are you gonna come in?" Without giving you a chance to say anything, she turned around and walked back in, to which you hustled behind her.

"Shut the door on your way in!"

You shut the door before wandering behind Regina and moving into the kitchen, wonderfully decorated and organized in all its glory. Her back was turned at the bar and you watched her move around, and you cleared your throat to inform her of your presence. "Hey, Gina," You hummed, the nickname rolling off your tongue like it was nothing; mostly, because it was nothing. According to her, when it came to you, she didn't care what you called her as long as you called.

"Hey, baby. Thirsty at all?" She echoed in response.

"Mhm, but I'll take whatever you give me," You responded as you came up behind her, trying to peek over her shoulder to see what she was doing. Before you could get a good view, she turned around and faced you with her refilled wine glass and that same smirk. "You always take whatever I give you," She scoffed playfully; you resisted the urge to roll your eyes to avoid however she'd use that against you later. "You can have some of mine. I'm almost out, otherwise, I would've poured you a glass," She hummed before turning on her heels, to which you followed like a lost puppy—that was kind of just how it worked between you two, though. You followed her command with little question, just how you both liked it.

You followed her to the living room, watching as she sat down on the couch and leaned back. Red wine on a white couch? She was either drunk or just didn't care; news flash, it wasn't the former.

You plopped down beside her and hummed, and she threw her legs over your lap while wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You swallowed as her robe loosened a bit, riding up on her soft thighs and revealing some of her cleavage. You accidentally stared for a moment before you felt her freshly-manicured fingers grip your chin, redirecting your gaze. "Ah-ah, babe. My eyes are up here," She teased, her smirk cocky. "Oh, shit—sorry," You sputtered, to which the blonde giggled in amusement before rolling her eyes. "Just shut up and take a sip."

She put the glass to your lips and you felt her other hand come up to grip your hair, gently tilting your head back to let the sweet beverage flow into your mouth. You felt that feeling in your lower stomach again at her sense of control—God, she was just hypnotic. "There you go," Regina hummed lowly, watching as you slowly downed it before she pulled the glass back and gave you air. You swallowed the drink and blinked as your head began to buzz slightly—it was sweet, but strong. You could see why she was trying to preserve it.

"Did I get here too early?" You hummed as the taste lingered on your tongue, surprised by how relaxed and comfortable she was—well, in a natural way. She always managed to present as though she had a settled composure, but you knew her enough to know that she wasn't in a rush, this time; she wasn't as serious, as quick, or as stoic. She was just there.

"No, what makes you think that?" Regina shrugged as she brought the glass to her own lips, humming as she did so. You shrugged. "I don't know—it just feels different, today? I could just be delusional."

"Well, it is different today," She deadpanned but didn't give further details. Before you could say anything or even ask about it, she pressed the wine glass to your lips to shut you up while she spoke. She tugged your head back a bit more roughly, and you gasped slightly before taking a few more sips. "It's no big deal—I'm just not working today," She hummed, her tone relaxed. You expected her to let you go, but she kept the wine flowing into your mouth, keeping you busy so she could keep talking. "But don't worry, baby—we're still recording. It's gonna be just for me this time, though. Got it?"

That was when she let up, removing the glass from your lips and letting you take a second; now, the glass was empty. She set it on the coffee table before turning her attention back to you.

You nodded in agreement as felt your brain buzz a bit more, but not enough for you to really be tipsy. For the second time, her fingers found your jaw and forced you to look up at her. "Words, baby."

"Yes, ma'am—got it," You repeated, to which she smirked. "Good."

There was a suddenness with the way she kissed you; she roughly turned your cheek before crashing her lips onto yours, humming softly as she felt you freeze up in surprise before melting against her lips. You let out a low groan and your hand found the back of her neck as you pulled each other closer, desperate to have more of her now, even if she'd have it her way. Regina had no problem taking what was hers.

Her fingers tightened around your jaw as she tilted her head to deepen the kiss, clearly trying to take control and suck all of the air out of you; oh, she'd leave you gasping for air until you saw stars, and she fucking loved it. Without warning, you felt her hand that was in your hair move to your sternum to guide you onto your back, forcing your elbows to sink into the couch as you used them to prop you up. As she crawled to hover over you, she reconnected your lips and kept that firm grip on your jaw, her nails digging into the soft skin. She pressed herself closer to you and you felt your noses clash from the intensity, to which you leaned forward in desperation while she pushed you back down and kissed you harder. You moaned softly at her dominance, and you felt her grip you tighter and kiss you harder—you were at the point where you didn't want to stop, but you couldn't fucking breathe. If you died like this, you definitely would've been happy; she wouldn't let that happen, though.

Regina pulled back a bit to give you air and to catch her own, and fuck, you swore you couldn't wait to touch her anymore; her stunning emerald eyes were blown with lust; her cheeks were flushed from the intensity of it all and from the simple fact that she damn near suffocated you both, and her lips were swollen and parted as her chest heaved. You probably didn't look too much different from her. She was fucking perfect, and it so was unfair. You felt lucky to even get to see her like this, of all things.

After a few seconds of catching her breath, she pressed another kiss to your lips, but lingered only for a moment and started turning your head to press kisses along your jawline. "Did you miss me, baby?" She purred breathlessly, and fuck, that did things to you. Of course, you fucking missed her; she was perfect. "Yes," You whined out as she tilted your chin up, kissing down the curve of your jaw and causing you to shudder as her lips found your neck. "Tell me what you missed, then?" She hummed. What were you supposed to say? You missed it when she kissed you like this? Or when she'd suffocate you with her thighs? When she made you beg for her to let her use you?

"I missed how you taste and how you feel," You sighed as you felt your heartbeat continue to race at a high rate that was probably unhealthy. "I miss worshiping you—how you sound when you cum on my fingers. I miss that privilege."

"Oh, yeah?" Regina giggled as she continued to kiss down your neck, pausing for a moment before licking a stripe up the side of it. "You miss being allowed to touch me and fuck me, is that it?" She spat, yet there was no venom in her tone. Suddenly, she bit down on the side of your neck, eliciting a whine from you and prompting you to answer as she sucked on the area. "Yes, Regina," You whined. "I miss it so, so much. I miss you, and I miss being yours."

You shuddered as you felt her smirk and groan against your skin at your tone, her hands beginning to feel along the curves of your body as you laid beneath her. She moved away from the area she bit after soothing it over with her tongue, kissing along your flesh before nipping at your pulse point, her teeth scratching at it. "Mine," Regina repeated, sighing softly before finding a spot on your collarbone. One of her hands slid under your shirt, resting on the soft skin of your abdomen before moving up to your breast, squeezing softly. Her tongue made its way against the side of your neck again before she pulled away. Just as you were about to whimper in protest, your complaint was quickly replaced with a yelp as her other hand got tangled in your hair and yanked your head back, angling your gaze up at her hungry, needy gaze. She leaned forward and brought her face close to yours, her breath fanning over your lips as she spoke.

"You wanna be good for me, baby? D'you wanna be good for Mommy?" She hummed lowly, to which you nodded desperately before remembering the rules. "Yes, ma'am," You sighed. You moaned softly as you felt her other hand continue to massage your tit, her thumb running over your nipple as she watched your reactions intently. She smirked when you gasped, and she bit her lip. "Then, you're going to go upstairs to my room, since that's where I want to film today," She hummed. "And you're going to wait and do nothing else. Got it?" You nodded, but when you didn't answer, a harsh tug on your scalp prompted you to respond properly. What? It wasn't your fault her beauty made you forget how to speak. "Got it."

She climbed off of you and ran a hand through her hair, her dilated eyes watching as you got up and hesitantly went upstairs, tracking your every move as you did so. God, she was going to make you ruin her.

Not too long after you practically flew up the stairs out of impatience and excitement, Regina followed you up; when she pushed the door open and looked at you with those sharp, tempting eyes, her head was tilted slightly as she looked you up and down. She was quick to shut the door and turn on the pre-set camera equipment before turning on her heels toward you, her bottom lip taken between her teeth as she scanned you, perched on the bed. Ready for her.

Silence clung between you two for a moment; then, without a word, she grabbed your collar and pulled you into a bruising kiss. You couldn't do anything but melt into her touch, groaning softly as she moved to straddle your lap. Your hands quickly found her hips and pulled her down against you, to which Regina whined before promptly taking a handful of your hair and yanking it back, causing you to yelp in surprise. "Did I say you could touch me?" She spat with narrowed eyes, her smirk prominent on her lips. "We just started, and you're already breaking rules, hm? I expected better from you," She scoffed, and you couldn't tell if she was just teasing or being serious. "Sorry, ma'am—" You corrected. "Can I touch you, please? I promise, I'll be good," You whined. She glared down at you and you watched her smirk widen—God, she loved the power she had over you. You were so fucking easy.

"Since you're so desperate for it, babe, why not?" She scoffed. "You're lucky you're even allowed to touch me." In an instant, she reconnected your lips.

You could tell it was different this time—not just because she was filming in her actual bedroom instead of the one she had designated for filming or because she was recording just for herself, but because of the way she kissed you. She was more possessive and forward about what she wanted from you—she kissed you senseless and literally marked you as hers (not that you minded). All of it just seemed much more desperate than usual; not like she was hungry for you, but fucking starving. You didn't know what this was, but fuck, you could tell you needed more of this version of her.

Her hand moved from being tangled in your hair to the nape of your neck, pulling you closer to her while your fingers dug into her hips. She whined softly and quickly shoved her tongue into your mouth—claiming what was hers with no mercy. She pressed herself against you like she was trying to become one with you—like she fucking needed you, and God, that made your already-buzzed brain feel even more drunk off of the ecstasy. Neither of you thought, you just felt.

You didn't know what the fuck was going on other than the fact that you loved it.

The kiss was so, so messy—your tongues danced, your lips locked, and you felt her trying to press closer to you, to get more of you. You took advantage of the opportunity to begin to guide her against your thigh, your pace slow and steady—fuck, she was soaked. Was this all for you, all because of you? God, you needed more; she clearly did, too.

Regina pulled away from the kiss to regain her breath, gasping softly as her hips rolled against your thigh, the friction making her brain fuzzy. She looked down at you with glossy eyes and parted lips, her hands moving to your shoulders as she swallowed. "Fuck me, baby," She moaned in your ear, tilting her head down at you. This? This was fucking insane—she knew how to disarm you with just the right tone and glare. Maybe you were easy, and if this was where it got you, then you'd take it.

Without hesitation, you moved your hand to tangle in her blonde locks and tugged her head back gently—and she let you, pressing kisses to the soft skin of her neck. Her eyes fluttered as she let out a low hum, her cunt dripping on your thigh. "You missed this, right, baby?" She hummed as you ran your tongue up the side of her neck, to which she moaned softly. "Yes, ma'am," You sighed against her neck.

"God, you're so, so perfect," You hummed lowly as you quickened her pace, your teeth scraping against her neck and eliciting a whimper from her. "Y-Yeah, baby? And how am I perfect?" Regina cooed, her smirk widening as her hand found your hair again and pulled you back to make you look at her. Oh, she had to hear this.

Fuck, how were you supposed to answer that? It was all just her—she was fucking perfect.

You swallowed as she looked down at you expectantly. "Use your words," She commanded firmly. You hummed, looking up at her with wide eyes, "Just every part of you, ma'am—your eyes, your smile, your body ... how needy you are." Subconsciously, you began to rock her at a quicker pace, biting your lip in thought. Fuck.

Regina chuckled softly at your reaction, watching as your brain began to turn to mush—just how she liked you. "Oh, baby—" She crooned, her other hand sliding under your chin. "You think I'm needy, after you were just begging to fuck me? That's so cute," She scoffed, her eyes narrowing down at you as she took her lip between her teeth. The hand on your chin moved up so that her thumb could tug at your bottom lip, her lashes fluttering and her tone low. If looks could kill, she'd have fatal attraction.

"Open your mouth," She hissed, and you obeyed knowingly, letting your mouth fall open for her. "Good girl," Regina purred in satisfaction before pushing two fingers into your mouth. You wrapped your lips around her digits and began to suck, gripping her hips tighter as she began to push them in and out of your mouth. "You're so pretty like this; so eager to please," She rasped , her expression and eyes conflicting; her smirk was wide and prideful, like she was proud of the control she had, but her eyes flickered with desperation, like she was struggling to keep control over herself. She was trying to stay put together, and you wanted to make her fucking fall apart.

"Anything for you," You whimpered, to which she shut you up by shoving her fingers back into your mouth. You took advantage of her vulnerability and gradually began to increase her pace, your hands steadily guiding her hips against your clothed thigh while she finger-fucked your throat, subtly gagging on her digits every now and then. Her gasps and groans grew louder and more frequent, her pace picking up as she seized some control while she looked down on you with those conflicted green eyes; fuck, this was perfect. Regina had you gagging on her fingers, showering her with praise, and following her every command—and you were more than happy to do it. And, fuck, the friction against her aching cunt felt so fucking good. God, what if she just came like this right now—for you? Fuck, that got her off. It'd be so—

Shit.

You were caught off guard when the blonde suddenly yanked your hair, and hard, making you yelp while she glared down at you with pointed eyes. What? Your hands kept her pace steady, but that was the fucking problem—she was too close, too soon.

"Fuck, baby—Y/N, stop," Regina snapped, biting down on her lip as she tried to slow her pace and regain self-control. You whined and gripped her hips to a bruising point, slowing her to a stop. What happened? Did you hurt her? Was she already tired?

You looked up at her with concern as her chest heaved from the sudden interruption, preventing her orgasm seconds before it happened. Fuck, she needed more of that. She slowly withdrew her fingers from your mouth, panting a bit as her almost-high feeling began to level out but settle in her bones, making her crave more.

"Are you okay, ma'am?" You hummed, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear with care. "I'm fine," Regina huffed, her dilated gaze fixing back on you. "Did you expect to be allowed to make me cum that fast? Oh, no, baby—you have to earn it," She scoffed, rolling her eyes as she dragged her wet fingers down the column of your throat. She watched in mesmerisation until her fingers landed by the collar of your shirt, giving her an idea. "Take this off, and get rid of those," She spat curtly, her head tilting down at you. You quickly obeyed and pulled your shirt over your head and your pants off, tossing them to the side and leaving you exposed to her in a bra and underwear. She clicked her tongue as her gaze fell over your nearly bare body and her smirk widened as her gaze hardened. She suddenly climbed off of your lap, leaving you to whine in protest as her warmth left yours.

She walked a few feet short of the bed, turning toward you as she hummed. "On your knees, now," Regina growled and pointed at the ground before her, tilting her chin up with a wide, cocky smirk. God, the chokehold this fucking woman had on you; she could step on you, and you'd thank her. "Yes, ma'am," You hummed as you walked over before kneeling down, tilting your head in curiosity.

"How about you help Mommy take this off?" She purred as she gestured to her robe, but it wasn't a question—and even if it was, the answer was fuck yes either way. You swallowed and sighed, taking your lip between your teeth. "Can I touch you, please?" You hummed, but it came out as more of a pathetic whimper—fuck. Regina's smirk widened and she hummed before reaching out to tilt your chin up, purring, "Of course you can, baby—you're so desperate to please Mommy, aren't you? Such a sweet, pathetic little thing."

You were quick to stand on your knees and get to work on the belt of the soft robe, tugging at the knot until it loosened and watching it cling to her shoulders. Regina hummed and gestured for you to get up to finish the job, which you obeyed; standing on your heels and gently pushing the delicate fabric off of her shoulders. And, fuck, you couldn't help but stare and admire the perfect woman before you; her curves, muscle, and everything in-between—fuck, you were lucky you even got to see her like this. God, you wanted to touch her so, so badly. The blonde giggled softly as she watched you stare before grabbing your chin and pulling you in close, her breath ghosting over your lips. "You like what you see, baby?" She cooed, her eyes darting to your lips and lingering for a moment before looking back up at your wide eyes. You nodded with a whimper, to which she squeezed your jaw. "Don't fuck up now, you're doing so good," She hissed. "Use your words."

"Yes, ma'am—fuck, I like what I see," You gasped as you ran your tongue over your lips. Regina tsked and hummed in response, and you felt her hand slide from your chin to your shoulder. "On your knees," She repeated; you sank down onto your knees before her, watching her cocky smirk perk up at your position.

Regina stepped a bit closer to you before letting her hand slide into your hair, slightly tugging your head back. "Open for me," She purred, and you let your mouth fall open and your tongue stick out. "God, you're fucking desperate," She scoffed with no real venom to her words. She admired for a moment then proceeded to spit into your open mouth, the glob of saliva sliding down your tongue and toward the back of your throat. You flinched slightly but didn't hesitate to swallow, whimpering as her grip on your hair tightened a bit upon watching. "We aren't done," She hissed. "Keep your mouth open—you're going to make Mommy feel good."

Once again, you didn't hesitate—that was just something you didn't do when it came to her. You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out for her, to which Regina hummed in satisfaction before bracing herself. She took her lip between her teeth and mounted your face, her throbbing cunt aching with need against your tongue. Fuck—you groaned lowly at the taste before temporarily pulling away to press kisses to her inner thighs. Oh, you were going to savor this and spoil her.

Your lips worked against the soft flesh of the blonde's thighs, your hands gripping them as you moved upward, the faint taste of her arousal lingering on your lips from when she was on your tongue. Regina tugged at your hair in impatience and hissed, her vixen eyes narrowing down at you and silently telling you to hurry the fuck up; you hummed and moved your lips higher until you finally pressed a kiss to her aching pussy before diving in. You licked up her wet folds and felt her shudder above you at the contact, a soft groan escaping her lips. Okay, fuck it—you were too impatient, and so was she. You didn't care.

You licked a stripe from her entrance to her clit before dipping your tongue inside of her, her wetness dripping on your lips as you collected it on your tongue. You alternated between tongue-fucking her and flattening your tongue against her, and once she started grinding against your tongue, you felt your smirk widen and your grip on her thighs tighten.

"Fuck, baby—" She groaned, whimpering as you continued to work her. "I need more," She hissed as she tugged at your roots harder, pulling you into her. You moved your hand and went to work, circling her entrance with two fingers before slowly pushing them into her. She let out a moan as you didn't hesitate or tease, pumping in and out of her. You flattened your tongue against her weeping cunt before wrapping your lips around her clit and sucking, hard—to which Regina let out a pitchy moan and pulled your face impossibly closer. "Fuck!" She cried out, her hips rocking against your face at an utterly desperate pace. She whined, "Oh, shit—don't you fucking stop!"

You didn't want this to end; you had half a mind to edge her again, if it were up to you and if you weren't so desperate to have her cum for you over and over. Fuck, you didn't know what it was, but your brain was mush. You didn't think, because you couldn't. All you could focus on was how Regina George tasted and how she rode your tongue and fingers like it was her fucking lifeline; how you could barely breathe, but didn't care because you needed this so, so bad. You needed her to cum in your mouth while her words slurred out of the pure ecstasy that you brought her—you needed to bring her pleasure, over and over again, until she scolded you for being so desperate but praised you for being so good. You just fucking needed Regina George—you didn't care.

You picked up your pace desperately, your tongue alternating between flattening against and sucking on her clit while your fingers pumped until you started curling them, your digits ramming into her G-spot time and time again until she was fucking shaking and clenching around you. "Fuck, fuck, fuck—God, baby, please—" She pleaded.

"Please, what, Mommy?" You asked in confusion, your words muffled by her cunt.

"Let me cum, please."

Was she begging to cum for you? That was new.

Like, really new. Regina George didn't beg.

But you didn't care; your fingers curled at an impossible pace and you sucked on her clit, desperate to bring her over the edge. "Cum for me, Gina," You whimpered, and fuck, you almost came from watching her. The moment you gave her permission, she clenched around your fingers and screamed your fucking name, her eyes rolling back in pleasure as she convulsed and kept fucking herself on your fingers and tongue to ride out her high. You slowed your pace but didn't even think about stopping, doing your best to prolong her pleasure until she grinding slowed to a stop and she just stood there weakly, breathless with your fingers nestled inside of her momentarily. Fuck. You'd fucked before, but that felt different.

Her grip on your hair slackened. After you two caught your breath, you pulled your fingers out of her cunt; God, you were drenched in her. Her cum coated your hand and chin, along with her own inner thighs, but you got the most of it—was it slutty to say that you couldn't be happier?

"Get up," Regina said breathlessly, tilting your chin up to look down on you, her eyes clouded with lust and confusion. God, you really were pretty like this. It made her want to return the favor.

You wanted to melt into her palm, but instead, obediently stood up as she commanded. Her hand found your jaw, and, without warning, she pulled you into a kiss, moaning and getting greedier as she tasted herself on your lips. You moaned lowly and pushed her back, causing her gasp as her back hit the wall. Her tongue pressed into your mouth with an urgency and her hands freely roamed your body, stopping once they found the clasp of your bra to un-clasp it and toss it aside. Your slick-covered hand gripped her waist as your nails bit into her soft flesh, leaving crescent moon-shaped indents in their wake. Her hands continued to feel your body until they landed on your tits, which she teased and massaged. You moaned softly and pulled away from the kiss for a moment, melting into the feel of her hands on your body and leaning your forehead against hers. Your eyes met with hers; cloudy, hungry, and desperate. Still conflicted, but you didn't know why.

Her hands continued to toy with your breasts, alternating between her thumbs rolling over your nipples and pinching them between her fingers. She moved a hand to tilt your head up so she could press sloppy, open-mouthed kisses to your neck, her lips moving down the column of your throat. "God—you're so, so fucking good for me," Regina practically moaned before sinking her teeth into your neck, moving her hands to roam your body while she continued to suck a bruise into your skin. You groaned lowly, moving a hand to one of her angel-sculpted tits to reciprocate her actions while the other squeezed the plush of her ass. She drew away from your neck and ran her tongue over the bruise before continuing down to your chest, kissing and nipping at the skin there. "Aren't you? My good, desperate girl?" She asked, her tone raspy and greedy.

"Fuck, yes—yours," You whined out, squeezing her tit and eliciting a moan from her. She continued to kiss down your chest until she reached your tits, then your navel, and then just at the hem of your underwear. She took a finger and tugged at the elastic until it snapped back against your skin, causing you to let out a small whimper. "Aw, do you need something, baby?" She cooed, pressing her fingers against the damp spot of the fabric, feeling how fucking soaked you were. "Yes, please, ma'am," You whined pathetically. "God, are you this wet from fucking me?" She scoffed. "Pathetic—but I think you deserve a reward, since you've done been so good for Mommy."

Regina's teeth bit into the hem of your underwear before pulling them down to pool around your ankles, and you kicked them away eagerly as her smirk widened. She stood back up and pulled you into another kiss, and you stepped forward so her back hit the wall again. You felt her fingers dance up your side and her knee pushed your legs apart, your arousal dripping down your thighs and your cunt aching for attention. Without warning, the blonde palmed your pussy and pressed the heel of her palm against your clit, making your hips buck and pulling a whine of desperation from you. You fucking needed her.

"Please, Mommy," You whimpered, resisting the urge to grind against her hand. She tsked and smirked against your lips, her fingers slowly running through your folds. "Since you asked so nicely, baby ..." She purred before plunging two fingers into you, and fuck, you let out a throaty whine.

Her pace started off slow and steady, tortuously pumping in and out of you, her thumb finding your clit and rotating over it. God, you were impatient; you needed more, and Regina knew what she was doing. After seeing that you were willing to wait and listen, she was quick to increase her pace—her fingers curling into your G-spot deliciously, your walls clenching around her fingers as her thumb continued to torture your clit. Within seconds, you were grinding against her palm and riding her fingers desperately—your head hung and legs shaking. Fuck, she was insane.

"Ma'am, I-I'm close—" You whimpered, to which Regina slowed her pace. "Not yet, baby," She cooed in your ear, her tongue flicking against the shell of it. You whined at her teasing but took it without complaint, squeezing a handful her ass. Whatever she gave you was a blessing.

And having you like this got her off—enough to where she took your hand and held it against her pussy, her eyes silently begging for more of you. You nodded and had no problem obeying her command—you teased her entrance before beginning to pump your digits in-and-out of her, and as you picked up, her pace began to match yours, bringing you closer.

"F-Fuck," You whined and trembled around her fingers, your clit grinding against her palm while she fucked you; her forehead was pressed to yours while she rolled her hips against your digits, your thumb pressed against her clit making her legs want to give out. Fuck, she was close. Her fingers began to curl into your G-spot at a merciless pace, and you practically fucking screamed in pleasure. You reciprocated her actions and your moans began mix, your breaths picking up while you both got close. Neither of you thought, just felt—and you couldn't fucking wait anymore. You were fucking Regina George against her bedroom wall, about to cum with her, And all after God-knows-how-long of fucking.

"Fuck, I can't—" You choked out, your teeth sinking into your lip. Regina's fingers wrapped around your chin and forced you to look up at her flushed face, her emerald eyes hooded and glossy. "I don't care—cum with me, please," She pleaded; both of your moans got throatier, and you couldn't wait anymore. You felt it in your whole body—the bottom of your feet, your chest, your stomach—fuck, you were coming with her and for her. "Fuck, fuck, fuck—!"

Just as you came, she did, her cunt convulsing around her fingers while yours did the same, her name and obscenities slurring from your pretty lips while she continually fucked you through your orgasm. You continued to curl your fingers and didn't stop until she did, her cum dripping down your hand again. Fuck, you were spent.

You two slumped against each other for a moment, breaths fast-paced as you two panted and basked in the aftershocks. Before you could fully relax, Regina lifted your chin to look at her; her eyelids were drooped—she was exhausted. She carefully pulled her fingers out of you and put them to your lips, smearing your slick against them until you took her digits into your mouth and sucked your juices off of them. You moaned softly and did the same for her, pulling your fingers out of each other's mouths once they were clean. Fuck. Did any of that really just happen?

You didn't care. You took Regina's hand and guided her to the bed, tugging her down to lay beside you. Her arms wrapped around your waist and she snuggled up against you, burying her face in the crook of her neck. Neither of you said anything; you just dozed off.

When you woke up, it was way later than you intended—it was literally nighttime. You turned to see Regina stirring awake, her emerald eyes slowly fluttering open to look at you—you giggled softly. "How long have you been watching me, creep?" She scoffed, running a hand through her messy hair. "Not long, unfortunately," You pouted, to which Regina playfully rolled her eyes. "Whatever, baby."

The room fell silent again, the darkness securing your bubble of warmth. She looked at the window, blinking in surprise. "Have we really been asleep that long?" "Yeah, I guess so."

You sighed, scratching your shoulder. "That was amazing," You hummed, rolling over and facing her. She moved a hand to rest on your side, her smile soft and warm. "Tell me about it—I still owe you more from how hard you made me cum earlier," She giggled. You rolled your eyes, "You're insane."

"And you love it."

You two laid in silence for a moment before it dawned on you—you probably had to go, now. All of that, just for it to be over.

You rolled off of the bed and gathered your clothes, and you heard the sheets ruffle beside you. "What are you doing?" Regina asked in confusion, her brows knitted. You swallowed, turning to her. "I've been here a while—I'm sure you want the house to yourself," You hummed, though it hurt more to say it; it made it more real.

"I never said that, though," She hummed. "You don't have to go."

"No, don't feel pressured, Gigi. I understand if you don't wan—"

"I do," She cut you off pointedly, crawling over to the edge of the bed and holding your hand. "Stay, please."

You swallowed and looked back at her, feeling a warmth blossom in your chest. "Are you sure?"

"I've never been surer," She whined, gently tugging at your arm.

You nodded and dropped your things in a pile, crawling back into bed with her. Her arms found your waist again and tugged you close to her, her face buried in your neck and taking in your scent.

"I missed you."

"I missed you, too, Gina."

You two forgot the fact that the cameras were still rolling.

Did she?

All you could do was feel—the sheets cradling your body like her hands did your hips, holding you tenderly. Your jaw hung open, soft eyes blown wide as your head lolled back. Fuck, this felt good; you didn’t know what you were expecting, but it wasn’t this—and it was heavenly.

At first, Reneé took it slow—starting off with sloppy kisses down your neck and collarbone, then soft nips and bites on your tits as she left lipstick and love bites in her wake. Mouth on your nipples and teeth tugging at them playfully as you whined beneath her. Relishing your body and whispering sweet nothings as she moved. "You're so good for me, yeah? My pretty girl?" Teasing sweetly and punctuating her words with a slow, torturous drag of her tongue down to your navel and pressing soft kisses down to the edge of your underwear. Holding you like you were fragile and you'd break in her hands if she made the wrong move. All the while looking up at her sweet, desperate girl; she wanted to take her time before she made you break.

You watched with wide, pleading eyes—your lip, swollen from hers against yours only moments before, taken between your teeth. You'd never done this before; admittedly, you were nervous as fuck. You weren't sure if you were ready. But you needed this—you needed Reneé. You didn’t care what it was, but fuck, you knew you needed her. You also knew you trusted her. That was enough.

Reneé purred and bit her lip, a slight smirk gracing her lips—emerald eyes still locked on yours, never leaving her pretty girl’s gaze. “Do you want something, baby?” She cooed, her fingers beginning to inch up your thigh. Sneakier than her smirk. You swallowed and bit your lip, nodding desperately. Reneé shook her head and moved her hand to squeeze the soft flesh of your thigh, tutting. “No, baby. If you want something, you use your words for me,” She crooned, tone pointed but tender. She brought her cheek to rest against your thigh, sighing against the skin. “Or, you don’t get it.”

While she waited for an answer, Reneé began to kiss up your thighs, lips and teeth alternating between kissing and biting as she inched higher. You watched in silence and awe—fuck, she was so pretty, so perfect. The closer she got, the harder your heart began to thud in your chest—until she stopped just before your clothed cunt, removing her mouth from your skin entirely and tilting her head, her fingers gently tapping against the flesh of your thigh. “Do you want something, baby?” She asked more firmly, looking up. You swallowed and nodded, whining before a soft slap landed on your thigh, prompting you to speak. “Fuck me,” you choked out, eyes wild and desperate. “Please, Nae—please. I'll be so good.”

The moment you answered, Reneé let her teeth sink into the elastic, smirk wide on her lips as she saw you watch her in awe and impatience. She lingered in place for a moment before dragging your underwear down your thighs, tugging them down until they were around your ankles, then plucking them off and tossing them away with a smirk.

And now you were here.

“You're doing so good for me, aren’t you?” Reneé cooed, her tongue flattening against your clit before continuing to scantily lap at your folds. Teasing. “Yes,” You moaned in response, nodding as your head stayed lolled back—your palms planted on the bed beside you. “Yeah?” She cooed, dragging her tongue down toward your entrance, tongue circling around it. “My good girl?”

“F-Fuck, yeah—your—fuck!” You practically screamed as she began to suck on your clit, a slurred whine escaping your lips; God, you felt like you could cum from that alone. Reneé smirked against your cunt and continued to suck for a moment before re-flattening her tongue against you, her slender fingers roughly squeezing your thigh as she got greedier for more—more of your taste, your whines, your moans—her fucking girl and making her feel good.

Her fingers inched from your thigh and up toward your cunt, sliding beneath her chin and beginning to tease at your entrance—slowly circling around it as she continued to alternate between sucking on your clit and lapping at your folds. Your breath hitched in anticipation, soft, shy gasps and moans spilling from your lips. Scared you were being too noisy, but she seemed to love it. “Answer me, princess,” Reneé cooed cruelly, pulling away from you for a moment. You whined in protest and reached to tug her back into place, only to earn another smack on the thigh—a bit harder, but barely enough for it to sting. “Answer, or I stop completely.”

You whimpered, biting your lip. “Your—your good girl,” you whined, eyes blown with desperation—fuck, you needed her. She couldn't keep teasing you like this. Fuck 'taking her time', you wanted her to ruin you. “Please.”

Then, with a hum, Reneé finally complied, pressing them against you before slowly easing two fingers into you—groaning as she felt you stretch and twitch around her fingers. You moaned softly, biting your lip and whimpering as you pulled her in. She let you feel full for a moment—but before she could do anything, you began to slowly rock your hips against her digits. Fuck, you were so eager.

Without warning, she began to pump her fingers, starting off slower and curling them ever so slightly to get you to let out the prettiest of fucking sounds. God, it was so hard not to get greedy and take what she wanted. She wanted to take her time with you, make you feel good—she never wanted to give you more than you could handle. But what if you liked that? What if it felt good? “Such a good, desperate girl,” Reneé cooed as she began to increase her pace. You tried to match her pace, and when she saw how eager you were—her thumb found your clit to rubbing circular motions against it. You practically shrieked from pleasure, squirming at the added stimulation. A little too much but still not enough. “Fuck,” You choked out, trying to speed up against her fingers.

"Shh, take your time," Reneé purred, her free hand squeezing your thigh. "I've got you. You want something, you ask for it, yeah?" You whimpered and nodded, letting her quicken the pace on her own while you tried to match it—eyes rolling as you steadily rode her fingers and her tongue. On and on until it felt boring and faintly fuzzy—not enough.

More. You needed more, and your eyes begged for it. But she wouldn't make any move to change anything until you opened your mouth. "Closed mouths don't get fed, baby."

"More, please, Nae?"

Fuck, you couldn’t do it anymore.

A third finger—Reneé added a third fucking finger without warning—and you screamed her name, a moan escaping her mouth at the sound. Your hand shot out to grab her hair, tugging her toward your weeping cunt. “Please,” you whined. “More, please, fuck—so, so good for you, Nae.”

She gasped and had no hesitation, moving her thumb from your clit and diving in—her fingers pumping roughly while her tongue got to work on your clit. You continued to ride her fingers, and the more you just let it happen, the more heated Reneé got—she was fucking soaked beyond compare, her nails bit into the flesh of your thigh, and her brain screamed to give you more than you could handle. She needed more—more of your sweet whines, watching your face contort, and more of you. More of pleasuring her bitch and hearing you scream her fucking name. Hers.

You whined and moaned as you continued to grind against her fingers, your hips rolling in desperation and fueled by pure need. Your pupils were blown and your eyes were screwed shut, hair plastered to your sticky skin from the exertion; your fingers dug into Reneé's scalp and tugged her closer, probably suffocating her at this point but she didn't seem to care. She could die happily like this. It felt so, so fucking good—her tongue and fingers working your cunt like all she catered to was your pleasure. She was taking care of you, effortlessly—and fuck, that was so, so hot. You didn’t care anymore. You didn’t care what you came off as—as long as you did, and for her. You wanted to scream her name and cum in her mouth and—

“Reneé!” You cried out, your grip on her hair tightening as you felt her fingers curl and hit that spongy spot inside you, making your eyes roll and your body jolt. Reneé pulled back for a moment to catch air, looking up at you as her fingers continued to curl and bring you pleasure. Knuckle-deep in your cunt. Every time she curled her fingers, she watched your face contort in pleasure as you sought your high, feeling it level out and settle in your bones—leaving you craving for more. Fuck, she wanted more—she wanted everything you could give her. She wanted to hear you beg to cum for her while she gave you her best. A whine parted her lips and she began to increase her pace, taking her lip between her teeth and focusing on your pleasure. Focusing on fucking you until all you could remember was how good she was making you feel. Her fingers curled to slam into your G-spot, making you cry out—you tugged at her hair again. Without hesitation, she dove in and began to suck on your clit, and you were fucking done for.

Your breathing was erratic as you whined. You felt it everywhere—your head, the pit of your stomach, the bottom of your feet—fuck, you felt high—and you needed to get higher. You'd never felt like this before.

“So close,” You whined, grinding against her fingers as she curled them, feeling her slow down every now and then to get you close but stop you from hitting your high. Not to tease, but to edge—to make it so that you felt like you were fucking flying when you got there. You whimpered and shook your head, looking down at her. “Please,” you whined. “Stop teasing!”

“Oh, yeah, pretty girl?” Reneé cooed, slowing her pace a bit before suddenly curling her fingers. “Then tell me who you belong to.”

Her fingers didn’t stop curling—and fuck, you were there. Tears pricked at your eyes from the pleasure and you whined, choking on your words, which resulted in such a much rougher slap that your thigh, only making it harder to hold. “F-Fu—fuck, baby—you, Reneé! I belong—t’you, please, please, please,” You whined, finding it harder to hold it together. This wasn't fair, but God, you loved it. She only sped up and hummed in thought, vibrating against your clit, and you couldn’t anymore. Just as you were about to cum without permission—

“Let go for me, baby—cum for me.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—Reneé—!” You screamed, tears dribbling down your cheeks from the pleasure as your pleasure bubble popped, and fucking hard—hitting your whole body and your hips stutter as you tried to keep going through it; your eyes rolling back and your fingers digging into her scalp. You clenched and fluttered around her digits as she kept fucking you through it, not hesitating in prolonging your pleasure. It all lingered—especially in your fucking head—and you felt like you were fucking ascending as it all came crashing down. Reneé groaned as she watched it hit you and the tremble as you began to come out of it, her brain etching the image of your face contorting from pleasure and eyes rolling to memory. You whined and didn't stop until you physically couldn't anymore, the blissed-out smile reaching your eyes and whimpering from the intensity as your eyes fluttered. “Fuck,” You slurred, your chest heaving from the exertion. Your ears rang from how hard it all hit you, and your arms shook as you could barely hold yourself up. Fuck, that hit.

“There we go, baby," Reneé hummed, slowing to a stop and letting her fingers stay nestled in you for a moment as you came down. She crawled up and used her other hand to tug you into her lap, burying her face in your neck despite how sticky it was from being covered in you. "You did so, so good, my love,” Cooing as she held you, breathing you in. You giggled and squirmed as her breath tickled your neck, and she pressed a lingering kiss to your skin. "Here—I'm gonna pull out now, that okay?" You nodded lazily and she took it as an answer this time, slowly but surely easing herself out. She looked down at her digits, sticky and glistening—pressing them to your lips. When you shook your head—you enjoyed it, but you were done—she took her own fingers into her mouth to taste you again, moaning softly at the taste before pulling them out with a pop! Her arms came to wrap around you, holding you close to her like something precious—definitely because you were. You were precious and you were all hers. You were perfect. She let you stay slumped against her while she held you gently, chin digging into your shoulder but you were too tired to complain. And you liked the way she held you. It felt good.

"I've got you, baby. Whenever you're ready, we can get ready for bed, okay?" Reneé hummed. Pressing a lingering peck to your cheek. Her girl. You weren't sure if you'd be able to walk tomorrow after that. But maybe she'd keep holding you like this—carry you around the house. You wanted to say thank you, but all you could do was cling to her and let her hold you because you were hers.

Yeah, she did you.

All she did was stand there, awkwardly. Hands pressed into her pockets with her pretty, perfect eyes cast to the ground—she stared down at the porch, the notch in the doorframe, but not at you. Anything but you.

You swallowed. You didn't mean for this shit to happen. Texting her 'come pick up your clothes, i have them folded' shouldn't have brought her to your door, on your porch—silent and uncomfortable. Especially after everything that happened.

You broke the silence. "I know it's cold out. You can, like, come in—if you want," You hummed, half-a-mumble. Reneé clicked her tongue and sighed, opening her mouth as if letting the thought linger on her tongue. Then she spoke without making eye contact. "Yeah—sure," hummed tentatively before you let her in.

It was warm—familiar, just like the faint flicker of the candle you always lit. Set on the coffee table as she impulsively scanned over it—Winter's Warmth. Fuckass name for a candle.

"Hey," You hummed as you locked the door. You turned to her, staring for a moment while she narrowed her eyes down at the label. It was stupid. Your warm house and obsession with stupidly-named candles was fucking stupid. Still, she turned her head—not to look at you, though. Just to look at something else that would make her stomach twist with familiarity that would piss her off. Mumbling out a dry, "Hey."

God, you didn't know how to fucking deal with this. You shouldn't have sent the text to begin with. Because now? You and your ex were uncomfortable. Great. 

"So, do you want, like, a drink, or anythi—?"

Reneé was quick to tilt her head and briefly look at you before her gaze flicked away. "What kind of drink?"

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. Classic Nae. "What do you want?"

"Nah, I'm fine, actually," She shrugged passively. Dismissive.

Right. You sighed and nodded. May as well get this shit over with. "Cool. I'll go get your clothes, I guess." No nod of confirmation, just more nosing around like a fucking landlord before you went to go get her shit.

By the time you came back, you'd noticed that Reneé had lingered in the same spot—the soles of her boots glued there while her pretty eyes flicked around curiously and furiously. Her brows slightly furrowed, even as her gaze pulled toward things that a part of her did, and didn't, want to remember. A blanket you two cuddled under while watching SVU. A coffee table where you set your candles. A couch she'd fucked you on. Shit.

When she couldn't tear her gaze away from the couch like she'd zoned out, you cleared your throat. Lips parted slightly, Reneé's gaze darted over to you—and shit. You'd actually folded them. Her clothes. Fuck.

Reneé couldn't fucking do it.

She didn't answer—she left, storming into your kitchen with urgency.

Well, shit. You set her clothes down in a neat pile, careful not to fuck up your hard work, and rushed toward the kitchen behind her.

Glass met marble as Reneé recklessly set bottles onto the counter, rifling through the fridge. You raced up beside her, brows furrowed. "What the fuck, Reneé?"

"Shut up," She bit, and you did on instinct. After setting another bottle out, she found it. A half-finished Don Julio bottle. She held it up, scanning the label, smirking. Then, she flicked her eyes to you. "Want a drink?"

An offer you couldn't refuse.

... And maybe one you should've.

Too much had happened. Not even an hour and a half later, you two had finished the bottle, started another one, and lit up. You took a puff of the joint, listening to Reneé spew utter bullshit. Your legs thrown over her lap as her hand firmly sat you up against the couch beneath you two.

"Okay, I need you to be so fucking real right now," She scoffed. "You cannot tell me Finding Dory doesn't fuck. Like, bitches aren't giving Ellen enough credit. It's Ellen."

You blew the smoke out between your lips, sighing out. "I literally told you I've never watched that shit. Did you drink too much, Nae?"

"Barely," She hummed. "And did you drink enough, bitch? You don't have to be drunk to have taste, y'know."

You rolled your eyes. "Are you saying I don't have taste?"

Reneé nodded. "Pretty much. But, I am also—" She dragged the last words out, reaching to pluck the blunt from your hand as her fingers pressed against your back firmly. "Telling you to pass me the blunt."

You didn't even argue. You just watched her take it, inhaling quick before blowing the smoke out. "But, yeah. As I was saying—"

"If you keep talking about Dory, I am kicking you the fuck out," You spat.

Reneé furrowed her brow. "The fuck? But it's fucking Finding Dory—"

You rolled your eyes. "And you talk too much."

Reneé's smirk widened. "Then shut me up, baby." Watching her take another inhale with slightly widened eyes.

You swallowed, blinking. "Then what?"

She blew the smoke out. "Then shut me up." Another hit.

You watched her take in the smoke—perfect lips wrapped around the end. Her smirk curling smug as you fell silent. Reneé rolled her eyes and let the smoke out. Nice and slow. Watching it whirl in the air, until you felt her fingers pressing more firmly against your back. She leaned in closer. Her eyes momentarily darted between your lips and your eyes before holding your gaze, her smirk wide.

"What are you scared of, baby?" She hummed. "Tell me what you're scared of."

You swallowed and scoffed with a roll of your eyes. "Noth—"

"Bullshit," Reneé bit. She took another hit of the blunt. Her nails dug further into your back as she blew it out into your face. Eyes narrowing. "Tell me what you're scared of."

Fuck—what were you supposed to say? That you missed her? That you missed this—having fun and talking shit and getting high together? That you missed her handling you like you belonged to her, because you did? That you misse—

Reneé didn't give you a chance to answer—instead, her lips found yours. Impulsive. Desperate. Hot—and then she broke it. Her gaze flicked up to meet yours, and fuck—neither of you could fucking do it anymore. Brains buzzing and fuzzy with the alcohol and weed combined. Her lips clashed with yours as your hand shot up to grip her jaw, pulling her closer while her fingers pulled you into her. A low groan in her throat with heat curling low and persistent in her stomach as your thighs pressed shut around the heat trapped between your legs. 

You kissed so hard your noses clashed—no room to breathe and all room to feel. Pulling back for a breath only to pull back toward each other, her mouth falling open to catch a breath. You hardly let her before you shoved your tongue in her mouth. Reneé moaned and chased your tongue, tossing the blunt to grip your hair and tug your head back so she could regain some control. Her hand on your back moving to your throat. A rough squeeze to the sides of your throat and you crumbled beneath her, letting her slide her tongue back into your mouth and kiss you senseless—only pulling back to let out spurts of air. Looking down at you—with your hair messy, lips swollen, face flushed. No, fuck. She needed that—she needed you.

"Get on your fucking back," She snarled. You immediately leaned back and within seconds, she was on you—claiming your lips with hers and pressing her hand against your chest, shoving you down harder on the cushions. You slid your hands up to grip at her flannel with the hope of pulling her down on you. Her teeth sank mercilessly into your bottom lip, her hand that was once flattened on your chest now moving to grope at your tit. Sucking on the lip she just bit and soothing it over with her tongue before shoving it back into your mouth, only breaking away to pant against your lips. Her hands moved to grip the bottom of your shirt, and you let out a whine. "Is this okay?" She whimpered. "Fuck—yeah, please," You nodded eagerly. Her hands worked with a swiftness, shoving your stupid fucking shirt that was in the goddamn way up and over your head. Fuck. No bra.

Reneé's mouth was immediately on you, teeth scraping from your jaw to your pulse point as she bit down. You groaned and she worked to suck a dark mark there, breaking the capillaries and bruising your skin beneath her teeth. Tongue running over the mark she'd left. She dragged her lips down the column of your throat and kissed and nipped at your collarbone before kissing your left breast and almost immediately taking your nipple into her mouth—your peaks hardening between your lips as you arched off the couch and bucked against the air. Her hand worked at your other nipple, flicking and pinching it roughly between her fingers. You whined and, fuck, you could feel yourself dripping—every flick of her tongue or pinch of her teeth making the fire burn hotter and angrier in your belly. Drool dripped over your tits as she switched sides, lips claiming your right tit and her fingers working at your left, tugging your peak between her teeth.

You couldn't fucking keep still—your hips bucked desperately until Reneé shoved her thigh between your legs, clit throbbing against the inseam of your bottoms. You didn't think—you just rocked your hips against it, choking out a whimper as you grinded against her thigh. Reneé shut you up with a kiss, swallowing your moans as her hands groped at your tits. You whined into the kiss and her tongue was back in your mouth until you couldn't breathe again, choking on a moan.

"Fuck," She groaned out, pressing her thigh harder up against your cunt. She chuckled softly. "Feel that, baby? How you're fucking yourself on my thigh?" Her voice broke into a whine. "Fuck, you're perfect."

You whined, squirming against her thigh as you sped up, eyes squeezing shut. Reneé growled softly, her hand coming up to wrap around your throat. "Eyes on me, baby," She snapped. "Look at me. Feel how fucking good you feel against me," You swallowed beneath her palm as your eyes fluttered open, hips bucking faster at the sight of her—eyes wide and cloudy with lust, lip taken between her teeth, and just her. She grinded her thigh harder against your cunt, her other hand alternating between groping your tits while her hand around your throat squeezed tighter. You choked on moans as stars filled your vision, thighs clenching around hers. "Fuck—I'm gonna—"

Her hand clamped tight around your throat, cutting you off abruptly. Spitting against your lips. "Come, baby. Make a mess on me—"

"Fuck!" You shrieked, body arching off the cushions as her thigh pressed harder against your cunt, dragging out your orgasm and grinding you though the aftershocks. Reneé moaned out low as she watched—the way your eyes rolled and your breath came out through short bursts of air. Fuck, you were perfect—she couldn't get enough. Hand finally easing around your throat to let air rush in as she slowed her thigh to a stop after your body relaxed again.

Your eyes lazily flitted open, chest heaving as you found air again. She let you breathe—two, three, four—and she fucking broke again. Her hand sealed tight around your throat again, lips hot on yours before her tongue was shoved into your mouth again. You groaned low and squirmed a bit as her free hand worked to find your waistband—sliding over your stomach and down your navel until she felt for it. Your noses clashed as she kissed you harder and until you couldn't breathe—only then did she pull away, breath coming out in quick pants, as she shoved her hand down your sweats.

Her fingers slipped through your slick folds, dragging her digits through your wetness. "Fuck," Reneé groaned, your lips parting in a soft moan as you melted into her touch, her breath choking out over your lips. "You're soaked," She whined. "Is this all for me?"

You nodded, whining. "Yeah, Nae," You groaned. Her lips clashed with yours again, noses bumping as she slid down to your entrance. Hers. She was gonna make this hers again.

Two fingers pushed in deep, your walls contracting and stretching around her fingers with a moan from you both. Her pace started quick—weight bearing down on yours as she kissed you. You choked out a moan and she shut you up with her tongue again. Fingers curling deep as she fucked into you, brushing your G-spot before slamming into it. You cried out, she pulled away with her face flushed and lips swollen. Desperate to keep her mouth on you and leaning in again, only to choke and pull back with a whine as she gasped for air. Fuck, that was fine. She'd just watch. Face hovering over yours and breath fanning against your lips. Reneé watched with wide eyes, curling her fingers into you mercilessly. You whined, humping against her hand.

"Fuck, baby," She choked. "You wanna fuck yourself on my fingers? You like that?" She teased. You whined with a nod. Her hand squeezed tighter around your throat. "Use your fucking words."

You had to choke it out. "I—shit!" A jolt as her fingers slammed into your G-spot. "Love it. I love it," You whined. Reneé groaned and eased up on your throat a bit, smirk faltering. "I know you do," She hummed. "Because you're still all mine. You hear me? All fucking mine." Her words punctuated by her fingers hitting your G-spot repeatedly.

"Fuck," You choked, tears pricking your eyes as your arched into your touch. Your clit throbbing and cunt clenching around her fingers and pulling a groan from her chest. Fuck, hers. You were hers. Your hand slid down desperately to give attention to your clit—Reneé's hand around your throat shot out to clamp down around your wrist and keep your hand above your head, her fingers continuing to fuck into you relentlessly. You cried out and she squeezed your wrist, bearing her weight down on you and spitting against your lips. "Don't fucking move. Take it," She snapped, making you squirm and shrink beneath her. You missed this. You missed her, fuck. You needed more. "Nae, fuck—more, please, please, please."

Reneé groaned low, taking her lip between her teeth. Fuck, keeping it together was so hard when it came to you. "You want more, baby? Fine." Her thumb moved to rub small tight circles on your clit, and you cried out, whining and bucking. "Fuck," You choked. The coil in your belly tightening. "Nae, Nae, Nae—fuck, I'm—"

"You're not," She snapped. "You wanna come for me, baby? Make a mess while you fuck yourself stupid on my fingers?" She spat, curling them. Tears pricked your eyes and you whined, hips bucking. "Fuck—please, please, please!"

Reneé growled, leaning in closer. "Then tell me who you belong to. Who fucking owns you?"

"You, Reneé—" You cried. "Plea—"

A low groan. "Fucking come for me."

Another scream as it hit you, the white-hot pleasure slamming into your body as you arched. Reneé kept fucking you through it, fingers curling and thumb pressed against your clit. Her grip on your wrist tightening like a vice. She fucked you through the aftershocks—groaning as your walls spasmed around her digits and sucked her in. Fuck, her name still sounded so pretty in your mouth. Like it belonged there. 

Even as your walls stopped contracting, Reneé didn't stop—slowing her pace, but never ceasing, lifting her thumb off your clit. Hand releasing your wrist. "Give me one more," She whined, pressing her rough palm down on your clit and grinding it against you. You choked a weak moan, bucking up against her hand, nerves burning for more. For her teeth and tongue on you and fingers buried inside you until you physically couldn't take it anymore. "Come on, baby," Reneé cooed, hot against your mouth as she picked up her pace a bit—the heel of her palm gently slapping against your clit. "You can give me another one. I know you will."

"Mhm," You whined, moving your arms to wrap around her neck and pull her down on you—her clothed tits pressing against yours and her warmth burning hot against your skin. You tugged her down into another kiss, noses bumping as you held her down. You slid your tongue past her lips and Reneé moaned into the kiss, shoving back harder against you as her fingers curled harder. Faster into your G-spot—her lips swallowing your cry of surprise. Her hips bucked against yours as she fucked into you, fingers curling desperately—desperate to hear more of your sounds, your cries, your fucking moans. Fucking slut. This was perfect. You were perfect. You always were. 

Reneé pulled away to catch her breath, but you pulled her right back down. She groaned. You moaned back as her fingers hit that spongy spot inside you again and acted without a thought—a hand shoved down the front of her jeans. Reneé choked a moan and bucked down on your hand as you slid your fingers through her wetness, slipping through her slick folds until you pressed the heel of your palm against her clit. "Fuck—" She whined. You watched her eyes widen and her hips chase your hand, grinding her clit against your palm with soft moans. "Fuck, that feels so good, baby," She groaned. Just after, she pulled out of you almost completely—then slammed back in with a third finger. You screamed—walls spasming and stretching around the new size. Too much, always too much, but you loved it.

"Take it for me, baby," She choked as she humped against your hand, feeling that pressure in her stomach as she got hotter. Her brows furrowing and nose scrunching up. "Fuck—You can't—" A choke. She was close. Fuck. She moved her thumb to rub your clit messily and curl her fingers into you again, slamming harder and harder and harder against your G-spot until she felt you shatter around her fingers. You let out a pitchy scream, choking out her name as tears rolled down your pretty cheeks. Reneé watched you while your hand kept rubbing her off, and—

"Fuck, baby, fuck!" She choked out, breath coming in short spurts and choked cries over your mouth as she squirted against your hand. You groaned out as you watched her through your prolonged orgasm—choking out whines with her as her hips kept grinding against your palm, fucking herself through the aftershocks while continuing to pump her fingers into you steadily to drag it out as she started to slow down. Both of you holding eye contact like it was something sacred. "Perfect," Reneé whined. "You're fucking perfect."

When her hips and fingers stopped, she let out short bursts of air, body heavy with fingers nestled inside you. Breath ragged against your mouth and forehead sticky and pressed against yours. The two of you stayed that way for a while—hands shoved down each other's pants, bodies sticky as she hovered over you. "Fuck," She mumbled. Reneé slowly retracted her fingers to pull out of you, and you pulled your hand away from her, careful not to bump her sensitive clit. "Open," She hummed. Your mouth fell open and her three fingers eased into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue as you tasted yourself. Lips wrapping around her fingers and sucking your cum off them. When she felt they were clean enough, she pulled them out and took your hand to lick your palm, humming low as she tasted herself. Your hand on the nape of her neck pulled her lips down on yours—but it wasn't rough this time. Just raw, real, and messy. Gentle. Pulling away, she relaxed and let her body collapse against you—moving down to lay her head on your chest as it rose and fell. Hair sticking to your skin, slick with sweat.

You'd dozed off before she did—but even when you woke up later that night, all you would remember is that you were still hers—and she'd remember that you were still perfect. Always have been, always will be.

A quiet, eager groan parted from your lips as her tongue dragged up the side of your neck, the points of her freshly-manicured nails biting into your thigh while her fingers curled, her palm dragging against your soft flesh as she felt you up.

"You're just so desperate, aren't you?" Regina purred softly before pressing her lips to your neck, her other hand tilting your jaw up to get more access to your tender skin. You whimpered and nodded softly, leaning into her touch; you felt her hand squeeze your thigh in response, a growl bleeding into her words. "Answer."

Fuck, she'd been teasing you all day—but you two were out and you couldn't do anything about it. Not that you would dare to, anyway; you always took what she gave you, but it was just so fucking unfair. She was teasing you in the back of a limo, for God's sake.

"Yes, ma'am—" You swallowed, and you felt a warmth flicker in the pit of your stomach as her lips re-connected with your neck, plump and perfect—rekindling that desperation within you. She hummed softly against your skin before slowly sinking her teeth into it to suck on the skin, causing you to squirm. "Gina, what if people see?" You whined—you knew she was all about image.

"I don't care," She scoffed, to your surprise. You felt her slender fingers begin to travel further up your thigh, settling on your inner thigh and pressing into the skin. "I need you."

"Regina, we can't—"

"Shut the fuck up," The blonde snapped, her nails digging into your skin almost painfully. "You want me to stop, baby? Tell me. Say it."

What kind of question was that? Of course you didn't want her to stop—but you knew you shouldn't. When you didn't respond, Regina scoffed and pulled away from you altogether, rolling her eyes, to which you whimpered at the loss of contact.

"Wait, please—"

"No, fuck it. I'll handle it myself," She smirked, teasing the hem of her skirt before slipping her hand beneath the belt of it. You couldn't see anything but her lashes fluttering and her hand moving, but fuck, it turned you on.

It wasn't long until her breathy pants and gasps turned into soft moans, and she was quick to cover her mouth with her free hand, curling her fingers deliciously as she almost tipped over the edge.

And all you could do was fucking watch.

If there is one thing about Reneé, it's that she's passionate about the things she loves. She's dedicated to them and puts her heart into them—she gives them her all, regardless of the circumstances. The things she's passionate about are her livelihood; they breathe air into her lungs and keep her heart pumping. They make her feel alive and free—they let her thrive and be herself.

Just as quickly as you discovered Reneé's passion, especially when it came to her work, you realized that it applied to you, too. You were hers—not only were you were the love of her life, but you were also her lifeline. She thrived when you did, and she loved you more than anything. You learned that just as quickly as you learned that she loved to make you smile. You were her everything, and she had no problem expressing that.

Especially in moments like these.

In the moments when she acted like she wanted to devour you—your noses clashing from the sheer intensity of the kiss; you swallowing her soft groans as her tongue forces its way past your lips, causing you to moan and buck down on her lap. Her hands holding your hips steady because she knows how to make you hot and bothered—she knows how to make you wait so she can take you properly. Your fingers curling into her jaw and digging into her soft skin as you kiss her deeply and desperately. As if you two haven't touched in months.

Reneé was passionate about you, and she made sure that you felt it—with how she was fucking you, you could tell that she wanted you to feel it in the morning, too. Every movement and ministration was catered to you and your pleasure—you were hers, after all. She clearly had no problem proving that fact by fucking every thought from your pretty little head.

You grasped at the sheets beneath you as you tried to remain somewhat upright, your elbows bent and your arms shaking—you felt like it took putting all of your strength into your shoulders to stay up. From behind, Reneé's hips snapped into you at an ungodly pace; her nails dug into your hip as her fingers curled into the soft flesh, her lip taken in between her teeth as she rutted into you.

Reneé looked down at you with a half-bitten smirk, leaning forward so that her chest was pressed against your back, her weight bearing down on you and making it harder to stay upright. The feeling of her hardened nipples pressing against your skin and the immeasurable pleasure of her fucking you was definitely motivating, though.

"Look at you, takin' me so well," Reneé cooed, her breath hot against your ear before her tongue darted out to lick up the shell of your ear. "Aren't you? My good girl?" She purred. You whimpered and nodded in response as your arms trembled, groans and gasps falling from your lips. Reneé tsked, her moving one of her hands from your hip to your ass, her hand coming down on the skin as her hips slowed a bit. You whined in protest. "I need words, Y/N."

"Yeah—I'm your good girl," You whined, bucking back against her strap. The blonde chuckled lowly, gripping your hips and pulling you back against her, burying her cock deeper. You groaned and whined, squirming. "That's what I thought."

She sat up, giving you room to breathe and try to push yourself up. Your arms straightened for a second—until your girlfriend quickly took that power from you. Instead of moving faster, she put more force into her thrusts, her nails sinking into your hips. You groaned out of pleasure and frustration as your elbows bent again, your arms shaking again. Reneé tilted her head slightly, laughing with a roll of her eyes. "What's wrong, baby? 'This too much?" She hummed. You whined and shook your head. "N-No—" You sputtered. She moved a hand to the center of your back, pushing down and forcing you to arch, pushing herself deeper while increasing her pace and the difficulty to stand up. "Then get up," She spat as she rammed into you. "You heard me? Get the fuck up."

Holy shit, you couldn't think straight—you couldn't tell if it was the way she was talking to you, the way she was utterly plowing into you, or both—either way, you were dripping down your thighs for her at this point, melting against her dick. You whined beneath her and tried to pull yourself up, to which she got rougher and you felt her brush your cervix. You bit down on your lip to stifle the moan that threatened to pass your lips, and your elbows only bent more. Reneé scoffed and rolled her eyes before rolling her eyes, getting ahold of your hair and yank it upward, hard—literally forcing you to push yourself up so that it didn't hurt too bad.

"God, you're pathetic, baby. Can't even hold yourself up 'cause I'm fucking you so good?" She chuffed, tugging on your hair a bit harder. You whimpered, nodding weakly. "S-Sorry, ma'am," You choked. She held you in that uncomfortable position for a moment before releasing your hair; to avoid her hair-pulling again, you did your best to keep yourself up, even if you were shaking like there the earth was quaking beneath you. Her hands found your hips again and she maintained her same pace, finally deciding to show you some mercy and give you time to adjust.

"Open your mouth," She commanded, her tone pointed. You let your mouth fall open only for dozens of pathetic noises to slip past your lips, to which Reneé was quick to shut you up by shoving her fingers into your mouth. You pulled back a bit to avoid gagging and wrapped your lips around her digits, sucking willingly. Her smirk widened and she hummed in satisfaction, her pace still rough and quick as her hips snapped into yours. "It's sad that you don't know how to get quiet unless I make you," She laughed. "Don't you think? I shouldn't have to gag you with my fingers for you to shut the fuck up."

"I-I'm sor—" You began to mumble, only for her to shove her fingers further into your mouth and force you to re-accommodate them. She began to push them in and out, rolling her eyes. "Honestly? I don't care. It's adorable," She hummed. "You're humiliating yourself and you love it. If that doesn't make you a fuckin' whore, I don't know what does."

Fuck, you loved this—she was perfect, and she was right. You shrank beneath her, and her smirk grew as she watched you. Suddenly, without warning, she quickened her pace and slammed into you, causing you to whine and moan around her fingers as you felt her repeatedly brush your cervix. "Fuck," She hummed as the harness hit her clit, her teeth sinking into her lip as she got greedy—not only did she need that feeling again, but she needed to make you fall apart. She needed to make you fucking scream for her.

"God, you're noisy," She scoffed, pulling her slick fingers from your mouth and moving to wrap them around your throat. She had no problem getting more aggressive—moving quickly with long, rough strokes. "Fuck—" You cried out, your arms threatening to give out beneath you—when you felt her slam into your cervix, you collapsed. That seemed to get her off, because she continued her pace, whimpering with each thrust as the strap hit her throbbing clit. She landed another sharp slap to your ass, making you jolt and whine.

"Look at my pretty girl," She cooed. "Too pathetic to hold herself up, hm? Too pathetic to follow fuckin' orders?" She spat, squeezing the flesh. "I'm—I'm sorry, ma'am," You whined. She growled and only got rougher, now repeatedly slamming into your cervix. You choked out, biting down on air. "Try again," She bit. "I-I'm sorry, mommy—" You cried.

That was when she got more gentle, trying to avoid causing too much pain. She tapped one of your thighs as a signal for you to move it, and you were quick to obey—without warning, she reached between your legs to rub your clit. You moaned out and began to grind against her digits, hearing her chuckle lowly from behind you. As the feeling built up and you processed everything around you—whether it was her mercilessly railing you or her own moans from her built-up pleasure—you felt your head spin and that coil tighten in your stomach. When she lowered her lips to your ear to half-mock you and half-tease you with her own moans, pressing down on you as you felt her cock suddenly hit your cervix again, you couldn't take it anymore—tears were brimming in your eyes from the pleasure as your walls clenched around her. "Fuck, fuck, fuck—please, mommy? Can—Can I cum, please?"

Reneé chuckled lowly but breathlessly, slowing down her pace inside you but increasing her motions on your clit. "Oh, yeah? Then, who do you belong to, slut?" She snapped, biting down on your ear. You felt so small beneath her, and fuck, did you love it. When her hand came down on the back of your thigh, you nearly choked on your own saliva and sputtered out an answer. "I-I belong to you, Reneé—!" You whined. "Just—please, c-can I cum? Please?"

Her hips slammed back into you at that same pace, her fingers on your clit going faster. She didn't say anything for a moment. The sounds of skin slapping as your hips met, both of your moans bouncing off the walls. "Wanna know something?" She hummed, her breath fanning against your ear. You nodded, whimpering as you tried not to make a mess. She chuckled lowly, tilting her head. "I'm gonna fill you up, baby—you're mine. You wanna cum? Fine, cum for me, pet," She snarled, and just as you did, she squeezed the base of the silicone, filling you with her cum—it was a squirting strap.

The moment you felt her cum hit your cervix, you screamed and came on her cock as your pleasure washed over you. "Fuck!" Reneé cried out as you came, feeling her own orgasm hit her, her chest heaving as she worked you two through it. Tears streamed down your face from the sheer pleasure mixed with pain as she began to slow her hips but continued to rub your clit, prolonging your orgasm as your cunt fluttered around her dick.

"Shh, you're okay," Reneé whispered, her other hand rubbing soothing circles on your back as you rolled your hips against her digits. "You did so well for me, baby—just breathe for me, I've got you," She hummed. You panted and grinded until you physically couldn't anymore—you were exhausted. You melted into the mattress and whined softly, letting your eyes flutter shut as you took a moment to breathe. The feeling of her warmth against you and her chest rising and falling unsteadily like yours was comforting—she made you like this. She made you feel good.

"There you go," Your girlfriend hummed, moving one of her hands to hold onto yours. "Thank you," You slurred, clearly exhausted and blissed out. "My perfect girl," You hummed.

She smiled sweetly and sighed. "I'm gonna pull out now, okay?" She warned, to which you nodded. She slowly eased herself out of you and unbuckled the harness, tossing it to the side and picking you up to set on the bed. She climbed up beside you and pulled you into her lap, running her fingers through your hair. You didn't want to talk right now—not just because she literally fucked the thoughts from your brain, but because this was all you needed. All you needed was to be secure in Reneé's arms and to know that you were hers.

Yeah, Reneé was definitely passionate about you and your pleasure—you were hers. You were everything. And seeing you blissed out with that soft, weak smile on your face only made her love you more.

You two messily stumbled into her dressing room, shutting the door behind you before pulling her in for a desperate, passionate kiss. Her lips met yours as your noses clashed from the sheer intensity, and she was quick to push you onto the couch and on your back. You two had a 25 minute intermission, and you needed to make it work.

The kiss grew more heated as she gently sank her teeth into your bottom lip, soon soothing it over with her tongue. You tilted your head to get a better angle and deepen the kiss, and when she ran her tongue over your bottom lip for a second time, you parted your lips and granted her access. Her tongue claimed your mouth, and the kiss grew more ardent and hot. The feeling of her tongue against yours, dancing around each other, set off alarms of desire in your mind—easily, you could tell that the feeling was mutual.

Her fingers dug into your scalp as she climbed on top of you, her legs straddling your waist. The intensifying warmth between both of you—the feeling of her body against yours—made your brain fog up with her. You whined softly and dug your fingers into the soft flesh of her hips, pulling her down against your abdomen. Catching your impatience, she took the opportunity to briefly pull back to catch her breath, looking down at you with a smirk. "Is there something you need, baby?" She cooed as her eyes glinted with mischief. You giggled and nodded softly, moving your hands to feel up and down her thighs. "I need you, please." Your response was much whinier than you intended it to be, but it was clearly enough to get your point across when you saw her lower her lips to your ear. "Do you want me to take care of you?" Her voice was sultry and low, tempting you. When you nodded, she pulled you back into a kiss, this time capturing your lips with more control. "Good girl," She hummed. A hand moved to your jawline as she kept your lips against hers, once again slipping her tongue into your mouth. Her hand ran down the side of your neck and slid around your throat to squeeze it softly; not enough to restrict air flow, but enough to let you know that she was in control for now. Her other hand roamed your body, feeling along your curves.

You hummed in satisfaction, feeling air hit your lips as Reneé retracted. She moved her lips to your jawline and began to press wet, open-mouthed kisses downward, stopping as she landed on your pulse point. She nipped it gently and your breath hitched, the feeling of her breath fanning against your neck as she moved sending a shiver down your spine. Her lips moved from your neck and down to your collarbone, littered with kisses. The rest of your body was hot; you itched for her touch—you craved it. You pushed your hips up and took your bottom lip between your teeth, your eyes pleading for more. She pulled back slightly to look down at you before bringing her lips to your ear. Her breath was hot against your earlobe, and you shuddered as she pressed a kiss to it. "Is there something you want, baby?" The blonde breathed out. You could practically hear the smug smirk in her tone, but that didn't change your response—a simple, though insistent nod. She tutted and stopped her hand right on your waist, toying with the hem of your shirt. "You know better, sweet girl. Can you use your words for me?" Fuck, she knew what she was doing. It was killing you.

"Please, Nae," You groaned softly, looking up at her. "I need you s'bad." Reneé sighed against your ear and chuckled softly, moving back down to your neck. Her hand around your throat tightened a bit, and her plump lips found your pulse point again. She latched to it and you breathed out as she sucked on the area, fixating on breaking the capillaries to leave a dark, decent-sized mark there. She continued to move down your neck to nibble and suck at certain points, leaving small marks in her wake. "Just relax, baby," She hummed soothingly, though there was a teasing edge to her voice. Her hand that toyed with the edge of your shirt slipped beneath it, running over the soft skin of your stomach. She dug her nails into it gently and you felt her palm slide beneath the hem of your pants, her hand cupping your heat through your underwear. You whined and bucked against it, to which she bit down on your neck with warning, and you let her continue.

"You're so pretty like this, you know that?" Reneé hummed as she pressed the heel of her palm against you, forcing you to resist the urge to jerk your hips. Your breath hitched when you felt her push your underwear to the side and run her deft fingers through your glistening folds. You shuddered at her touch and whined out softly, digging your nails into her waist as you resisted the urge to arch into her touch. She continued to mark your neck as she teased your entrance; she soon let go of your throat and her lips left your neck. She looked down and admired her work and your pretty face with a smirk, leaving her mark like footsteps in the soft snow. The way she looked at you drove you insane—it took everything in your power not to beg right then and there. You knew she was insistent on teasing you, regardless of how little time you had; you prayed that she'd give you what you needed before you two had to go back onstage.

You whimpered softly as you felt her digits dip into your entrance, but only for a second, to collect some of your wetness on her fingers. You puled and looked up at her with desperation, eyes pleading for her to stop teasing. She simply chuckled at you and removed her fingers from your pants; you'd usually whine in protest, but you watched in awe as she stuck out her tongue and drew her fingers over it, wrapping her lips around them and sucking your arousal from them. You just stared and hummed in satisfaction, to which she responded with a smirk as she pulled her fingers from her mouth. "Yeah? What do you need?" Your girlfriend crooned as she looked down at you with innocent, doe-like eyes, though her grin gave away all of her intentions. You were quick to whimper and nod, craving to have her hands on you again. "Please, Nae."

Reneé tutted and ran her tongue over her lips, gripping your chin firmly as she looked down at you. "Please, what, baby?"

"Please, mommy," You whined out.

Her breath caught in her throat and she bit her lip in amusement, nodding softly. "That's right, love. Good girls get rewards," She cooed as she slid her hand beneath your waistband again, this time shoving her hand into your underwear and going straight to teasing you; she ran her slender fingers through your folds, reckless enough to bump into your clit with each upstroke. You gasped as you felt her toy with you, looking down at you with that same cheeky glare until she got bored. She sighed and hummed softly, lowering her face to hover right over yours—your noses brushed, and you could feel her breath ghost over your lips when she spoke. "Look at you," Reneé cooed before suddenly pushing two fingers into your throbbing cunt, and you immediately let out a soft moan as you stretched around her fingers and arched your hips … it was so sudden, but it felt so good. She chuckled softly at your reaction and began to set a slow, tantalizing pace—just enough to get you to whine. She glared down at you and scoffed, "If you want something, ask for it, slut. What do you need?"

That bit definitely got to your head and your pussy, making you feel as though you'd forgotten how to speak. You swallowed. "More," You whimpered, biting your lip while looking up at her with desperation and lust. "Please, mommy—faster?"

Reneé looked back at the clock—you two really didn't have that long. 15 minutes until places. Luckily, you two learned how to use that time to your advantage.

Without a word, Reneé sped up her movements, soft moans falling from your lips. "So pretty and pathetic for me," She hummed, shaking her head as she watched you attempt to roll your hips against her fingers. "And so noisy, too. Such a whore that you'd let everyone hear you through the walls, huh?" She hissed against your lips with that same, smug smirk. You melted into the couch and bit your lip to stifle any moans while her fingers continued to work you, her other hand running over your chest and under your shirt. She slid her hand under your bra and squeezed your breast to massage the soft flesh, running her fingers over your nipple. You squirmed as she pinched and twisted your peak between two of her fingers, ignoring every human urge to make noise. This woman was going to be the fucking death of you.

Her pretty fingers continued to ram in and out of your cunt relentlessly as she watched you fall apart, smiling widely while you whimpered beneath her. "God, you're so perfect, baby," She moaned into your ear while she inserted a third finger, making your walls stretch and eyes flutter shut. Your hips ground against her fingers as you worked to meet her thrusts, your breaths getting shallow. Her hand on your left tit moved to your other one, tugging on your nipple. "Aren't you? My perfect girl?" She chuckled, to which you nodded. Her thumb pressed against your clit and began to rub you in figure 8 motions, and fuck, you couldn't help but let a loud moan slip and she gripped your chin, forcing your attention and causing your eyes to open while looked at you with a firm glare. "Words, now."

"Y-Yes, mommy … your perfect girl-" You whimpered, trying to meet her pace as she began to speed up. Your teeth sank into your lip as you attempted to quiet your sounds, biting hard enough to nearly draw blood. She changed the direction on your clit the the opposite, continuing to rub you with her thumb. You felt your impending orgasm approaching—you were too drunk off ecstasy to do anything other than let her know through your muffled whimpers. "Keep going for me, pretty girl. Hold on for me," She chuckled.

Reneé hummed in your ear as she continued to fuck you restlessly, her strokes with her digits getting longer but faster to draw them out and make you feel it with each slam. You gasped and squirmed, feeling her free hand continue to massage and alternate between your breasts. It wasn't until she began to suddenly and sporadically curl her fingers into your G-spot that you felt your orgasm attempting to rip through you, yet each time you moaned desperately for it, she'd slow her ministrations before picking back up—then repeating it over and over again. You moaned softly and opened your glossy eyes, mind fogged up with pleasure. "Nae, please, please, please," You whined. She chuckled and curled her fingers again, almost bringing you to the edge, but stopping before you could even get there. She didn't say a word—just continued and stared down at you, running her thumb over your peak. "Please, mommy? I'm so close, please? Please?"

She smirked again and sighed, biting her lip and tilting her head down at you. "Fine. Tell me who you belong to," She commanded, her tone immediately luring a response out of you. "I—" Before you could say anything, she curled her fingers; this time, though, she didn't slow down. You let out a loud, choked moan and shut your eyes. She released your breast and grabbed your chin again, spitting against your lips. "Say it, or you can't cum."

You took a moment to gather the words to say as she rammed into your G-spot. "I belong to you, mommy—mmph, please?" The words tumbled out your mouth, even if they were slurred from how foggy your brain was. You kept your mouth shut to avoid making sound and your eyes squeezed shut again. "Nuh-uh, look at me while I fuck you." Her hand came down on your thigh and your eyes snapped open, a moan of painful pleasure spilling from your lips.

"God, you're fuckin' beautiful like this," Reneé cooed. "Obeying me like a good girl, huh? Did you really need it that bad?" She practically laughed in your face. You didn't respond with anything until her fingers slammed into your G-spot again, and you moaned out loudly as you felt your walls begin to clench around her fingers—you both knew you wouldn't last much longer. "Look at my desperate baby, taking it so well—but you better not cum without permission, right?" She purred. You just shut up and nodded, moaning softly while she looked down at you. She rolled her eyes and craned her mouth down to your ear, parting her lips and letting out mock gasps and moans. Her intention might've been to mock you, but her actions were only bringing you closer to the edge.

Your cunt fluttered around her fingers, body tensing up as you craved release. "P-please, mo-mommy," You sputtered, nearly choking on your own saliva in the process. "Can I cum? Please?"

Reneé didn't say a word; she just curled her fingers into your G-spot until she saw tears in your eyes while you tried your best not to make a mess. She smiled—yes, genuinely smiled—down at you before nibbling on your ear softly. "Cum for me, beautiful," She whispered. As if on command, you felt her fingers slam into you and you couldn't hold back anymore; you bit down on your hand to silence your final moan as your orgasm tore through you, your pussy convulsing and eyes rolling while your girlfriend continued to pump her fingers to prolong it. Your release coated her fingers as you finally overcame it, your body falling limp against the couch and your eyes fluttering shut. You basked in the bliss of your orgasm, resting in the aftershocks. She gently held your chin and pulled you into a soft, reassuring kiss before you felt the couch dip beside you as she rolled beside you, arms wrapping around your waist as she spooned you.

"You did so perfectly for me, baby," Reneé hummed against your neck while your breath tried to regulate itself. Your chest rapidly rose and fell, and you let out a breathless 'thank you' before just letting the silence linger. You basked in her warmth, appreciating the pleasure she brought you and how she was always there to take care of you—appreciating how much you loved each other. You didn't have long until you had to get to onstage, but for now, you'd just worry about how loved you felt and how much you adored the love of your life.