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Steve loved to see you messy for him. Loved to see your pretty little cunt covered in your own arousal and his spit, smeared all over your thighs and watching as his saliva trickled down your pussy to your puckered hole.

Loved to see your lips wet, your own spit still connecting your mouth to his cock, mascara stained cheeks and your lipstick smudged. Drool dripping down your chin and onto your tits.

So when you cooed in his ear in the corner of the party, your hand pressed to his firm chest, muttering how much you wanted his cock in your mouth he practically dragged you away. Feet stumbling home as fast as you could go.

He had you on your knees on your bedroom floor in a flash, Steve perched on the edge of the bed as his thumb rubbed over your bottom lip. The front of your dress pulled down to allow your tits to spill over the material.

“Pretty girl wanna suck my cock, hm?” He asked, his thumb pushing past the threshold of your lips now.

You nodded as your tongue swirled around him, big doe eyes blinking up at him.

“Yeah?” he cooed, sucking in a breath, “know you’ll suck it so good, baby. But you better be a good girl and beg for it.”

Your eyes grew impossibly wider, thighs clenching at his words. You released Steve’s thumb with a pop, tongue darting out to wet your lips. A breath caught in your throat, a shudder shaking your skin.

Unable to speak, you stuttered and stumbled over your words, feeling heat rise to your already warm cheeks. Your fingers wrapped around Steve’s ankles, tugging on the cuffs of his jeans. A silent question you were a little too flustered to ask.

“What’s wrong, honey? Cat got your tongue?” Steve teased, your chin pinched between his fingers. He chuckled as you shook your head with urgency.

“Come on, baby. Tell me. Tell me how bad you want my big cock in that tight little mouth of yours,” Steve hushed, his other hand coming to palm the bulge beneath his jeans, “can you do that for me?”

Your eyes flitted from Steve’s intense gaze down to where his hand moved over himself, swallowing the lump in your throat along the way, “Stevie, please, baby. Want your cock.”

“Please. You can do better than that.”

You winced at his words, the slight mocking lacing his tone. Huffing through your nose you shifted on your knees, “Please? Let me suck on your cock? Want it so bad, wanna feel you in my throat, Steve. Please, I’ll be good,” you whined, keening on your heels, “I’ll be a good girl, Steve.”

“Oh,” he cooed, “yeah, that’s a good girl, baby.” His large palm came to cup your cheek, thumb rubbing at your bottom lip again, ”Now, open your mouth, pretty.”

Your lips parted as you blinked up at Steve, his larger frame towering over yours on the floor. He brought his lips to yours, barely an inch apart as he trickled a sliver of his saliva into your mouth, tongue darting out to lick into your mouth.

The kiss was wet and down right sloppy, tongues mixing together as you licked into each other’s mouths. Both of your lips left wet as you pulled apart.

You watched in anticipation as Steve moved to push his jeans and boxers down his legs, throwing them across the room to be forgotten about. Cock hard and throbbing, the tip already leaking and waiting.

“Keep that pretty mouth of yours open, honey.” Steve mused as he pushed himself forward, hand stroking over his cock as he tapped it on your tongue you so kindly stuck out for him.

You wrapped your lips around the head, tongue swirling around him. Steve let out a raspy groan, his hand wrapping around your hair, pulling it into a makeshift ponytail.

He watched with heavy eyes as you bobbed your head up and down his cock, taking him inch by inch until you felt the tip brush the back of your throat. Tears brimmed at your lashes as your eyes squeezed shut, heavy breaths puffing through your nose.

“Oh fuck,” Steve moaned, toes curling into the carpet as he felt the tightness of your throat engulf him, “that’s it, baby. Feels so fuckin’ good.”

You hummed around him, the vibrations going straight to his head and cock. A pretty sound pulled from his throat as he rolled his head back in pleasure, hands moving to hold your head in place, fingers curling through your hair.

Steve began to thrust his cock in your mouth, hips lifting off the edge of the bed as he pistoned in and out of you. Heavy balls slapping against your chin, your nose nestled in the thatch of hair at the base of his cock.

“Take my cock so well, don’t you, baby?” Steve moaned, a sweet whine escaping his lips, “Look so pretty with your mouth stuffed full, huh?”

You whined around the base of his shaft as he hit the back of your throat once more. Tears fell down your cheeks, mascara smearing in their wake. The hot burn got a little too much as you gagged on his cock, pulling off his length as you pulled off him.

Steve was in awe of you below. Eyes wet and glassy as the smudgey black streaks stained your cheeks. Your mouth messy with spit, a thin string running from your plush lips to his cock. Your chin was covered in it and Steve could have cum right there and then just from the sight of you.

He groaned from above as your mouth chased his aching cock, his fingers coaxing you forward as they raked through your hair.

“Please fuck my mouth, Stevie. Want you to fuck my mouth.”

“Shit, yeah?” Steve groaned but nodded, stuffing his cock past the threshold of your lips once more.

Steve built his pace up, grunting and groaning with every thrust of his hips. He combed his fingers through his hair before they came to wrap around your throat, feeling the outline of his cock to feel himself there.

“Such a good fucking girl,” he whimpered, hips moving faster as he began to stutter, praise tumbling from his lips like a song, “gonna swallow my cum, baby, hm?”

You hummed around him as you blinked up at him all bleary eyed, hand reaching up to cup his heavy balls as they rested against your chin. You knew he was close by how his thighs clenched with every thrust, his moans and whines becoming louder and higher in pitch.

“That’s it, pretty girl,” Steve breathed out, hips faltering as his thrusts became faster and harder, tip bruising the back of your throat, “take my cum, baby, fuck, that’s it.”

Mumbles of praise and your name tumbled past Steve’s pretty pink lips as his thighs clenched and his abs contorted. Breathy moans long and drawn out as he came undone above you, ropes of hot cum spilling down your throat.

You swallowed every drop as Steve hunched over you, chest heaving as he caught his breath. A thin sheen of sweat coated his firm body as the roots of his hair grew damp.