part Two of hook line pleaseeeee?
part one for anyone else who hasn't read it!
warnings: smut, age gap (reader in early twenties, vern late 30s/early 40s), power imbalance, corruption, forbidden relationship, dirty talk, degradation, praise, oral (f & m receiving), rough sex, light breathplay, p in v, unprotected sex, cream pie
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A week of silence. Of checking your phone like a lovesick little brat. Of remembering how he sounded when he growled into your pussy. How he felt when he bent you over your daddyâs couch and claimed you like the dirty little secret you were.
âCome to mine. Now. Need to see youâ
That was it. No emojis. No fluff. Just raw, unfiltered need.
You didnât even hesitate. Picked another white dress, shorter this time. No bra, obviously. You wanted those hard nipples bouncing when you walked through his door. And no panties either. Just glossed lips, perfume dabbed behind your ears, and a heart pounding like you were marching into the lionâs den.
But baby⌠you were the beast.
He opened the door in sweats and a tight tee, and fuck, the man looked like sin after sunset. Hair messy, jaw sharp, veins bulging down his forearms as he leaned against the frame like he hadnât been jerking off to the memory of your moans all damn week.
He didnât say a word. Just stared. Up. Down. Slower than a sermon. That jaw clenched. Again.
âYou been ignorinâ me, Mr. Walker?â you asked, all sweet and syrupy, stepping inside like you owned the damn place.
He shut the door behind you. Locked it.
âIâve been tryin' not to ruin youâ he said gruffly âDidnât workâ
The second you crossed that threshold, it was like a storm broke loose.
Vern grabbed your waist and pulled you into him. The kiss? Nasty. Tongue, teeth, hunger. His hands found your ass instantly, gripping and squeezing like heâd been dreaming about this exact moment and spoiler, he had.
âCouldnât stop thinkinâ about youâ he rasped into your mouth âCanât sleep. Canât breathe. Need moreâ
You dropped to your knees like a good girl who knew what she was doing.
You pulled his sweats down slow, teasing. His cock sprang free, thick, flushed, already leaking. You licked your lips and wrapped one hand around it, pumping slow as your mouth closed around the tip.
He hissed through his teeth, head tilting back as you worked him, sloppy, wet, needy. You moaned around him, tongue swirling, eyes wide and innocent as your hand jerked what your mouth couldnât take.
âShit, sweetheart...fuckâ he grunted. One hand tangled in your hair. âY'gonna make me cum if you keep-â
But he pulled you off with a wet pop, breath ragged, chest heaving.
âNot yetâ he growled âNeed a taste firstâ
You were flat on your back before you could blink, legs spread, dress bunched around your waist.
Vern kissed down your thighs, sucked marks into your skin, and then his mouth was on your pussy. Tongue slow. Deep. Maddening. He devoured you like he was dying and you were the only cure.
His hands held you open, his beard scratched your inner thighs, and when he added two thick fingers curling into your sweet spot?
You screamed out in pleasure.
âThatâs itâ he murmured, voice vibrating through your clit âSo fuckinâ wet for me, baby. You miss this cock?â
âY-Yes-â you gasped, trembling âFuck, Vernâ
âRide itâ he said suddenly, standing and tugging his shirt off âNow. Wanna feel you bounce on it. Wanna watch your tits while you lose your fuckinâ mindâ
You straddled him on the bed, his cock thick and hot beneath you. You sank down slow, both of you groaning at the stretch. His hands slid to your ass, squeezing hard.
You started to ride. Hips rolling, tits bouncing, nails dragging down his chest as you fucked him like you owned him.
His head dropped back âLook at youâ he rasped âTakinâ this cock like you were made for itâ
You clenched around him. He growled.
âI...fuck Iâm close-â you cried, thighs trembling.
âThatâs it, baby. Cum for me. Cream all over this cockâ
You shattered, body arching, nails raking his chest as your pussy pulsed around him like a vice.
He didnât let you recover.
With a grunt, he flipped you over, pressing you into the mattress.
He slammed into you hard, deep, brutal, possessive. His hand wrapped around your throat, not tight, but enough, the other on your hip to keep you still while he fucked you like he owned you.
âYou think this was over?â he snarled âNuh uh. This pussyâs mine nowâ
You choked out a scream, body quaking.
âYou beg me to fuck you raw and then act surprised when I donât stopâ he gritted out, rutting into you like a beast.
âYes you fuckinâ canâ he spat âYou can take it. You will take itâ
He came with a snarl, hips jerking, cock buried deep as he filled you again, hot, heavy, endless.
You both collapsed in a breathless heap, bodies shaking, his cum dripping from you, soaking into his sheets.
You curled into his chest, dress a wrinkled mess around your waist.
âYou still tryinâ to be a good man, Mr. Walker?â
He laughed, low and wicked, pressing a kiss to your temple.
âSweetheartâ he whispered, voice rough, "I think itâs a little late for thatâ
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