The sounds of the silent city filled his apartment, the lights from the other skyscrapers illuminating his bedroom and the occasional screech of tyres. Chris exhaled, stroking your back as you lay on his chest.

Chris reached over to his side table and grabbed a lighter and a cigarette. Lighting it away from you before rolling onto his back again.

“Can I have a drag?” you asked, resting your chin on Chris’s peck. 

Chris squeezed your ass, shaking his head, resting his cigarette in the ashtray on the side table. “I don’t want you to get addicted to them; it’s a bad habit,” he replied, pulling your body onto the top of his.

“But you're smoking,” you pointed out, kissing his nose. 

“Do what I say, not what I do,” he grunted, his hand slowly making its way down to your clit, his warm hands ghosting each part they came across.

You shuffled down and sat up, straddling his thighs, a lazy smile on your face, and your bare breasts on full display, your nipples hard from the cold room.

Chris slowly began to get hard, his cock standing high and hard, twitching just from your breasts, his smirk getting bigger and bigger. 

“Can you be a good girl and ride my cock?” he asked, grabbing his cigarette and putting it back in his mouth.

“Can I have a bit of it if I do?” you retorted, shifting so your pussy was lightly kissing the tip of his cock, edging him on.

He nodded, placing one arm behind his head, while the cigarette hung out of his mouth. “Yeah, anything to feel you, just– uh! Oh god,” he moaned, your pussy slowly sinking onto his thick cock. 

Chris groaned, feeling your pussy squeeze him; the feeling of his cum still in you from the previous rounds had his cock twitching. He used his free hand to grip your hips, helping guide you back and forth on his cock.

“You always feel like heaven,” Chris grunted, closing his eyes.

You let out a high ‘hm’ in return, trying your best to ride on his girthy cock. Even though it has been in you more times than you can remember, you never adjusted to it. Always tight, and sucking him in for more of you, and that drove Chris wild.

You grinded as much as you could, but your legs slowly began to give out after only a few minutes. It was hard for you to take his cock let alone straddle his thick, juicy thighs.

Chris noticed this, sitting up and lifting you with ease, up to adjust his position with you, moving both of you into the middle of the bed, and adjusting the position to the lotus pose. 

“Is it too much for you?” he asked, easing you back down to his cock. 

You shook your head, your arms wrapped around his neck.

“M’just too big,” you whispered, your head resting on his shoulder.

He let out a short chuckle, pulling back to look at your face. He took a drag of his cigarette and put it in your mouth with a smirk. 

“Hold onto that for me, will ya?” he asked rhetorically, his hands gripping onto your waist and thrusting up into you. 

You let out a moan, your eyes rolling back into your head as he fucked you. His cock was twitching now and then.

“God, you take me so well, baby,” he groaned, looking at your spaced-out face, the cigarette barely hanging from your lips. “Gotta be careful, don’t want it to fall out and burn you,” he smirked, pushing it a little bit back into your mouth.

“Chris,” you moaned, your back arching, causing you almost to fall over. He adjusted his position once more, putting you onto your back, lifting your legs and dragging you to the edge of the bed. He stood up, pulling himself out a little bit, leading you to whine.

“I know, baby, just gimme a second.” He whispered, trying to sympathise with you. He grabbed his cigarette back from your mouth and put it back into his before slowly thrusting back into you.

With your legs up on his shoulders, so he could hit your G-Spot better, purposefully twitching his cock against it to tease you. 

“Chris!” you cried out, tears streaming down your face from the immense pleasure, unintentionally squeezing his cock.

“God, you’re gonna make me fucking cum right now if you squeeze like that again,” he grunted, slowly beginning to get into a steady rhythm of thrusts.

Your mind began to numb from the pleasure. After the multiple rounds in one night, your body was reacting faster and faster to him.

“Mm’not gonna be able to last long, Chris,” you slurred, eyes fluttering on each thrust. 

“Same,” he replied, his pace already picking up. “You’re just so goddamn addictive–” you unintentionally cut him off, squeezing his cock when he hit your sweet spot again.

“Oh shit, squeeze like that again, I-I goddamn…” he muttered, making sure his thrusts would hit the spot every single time. 

Soon, you felt that feeling in your stomach, and your legs began to shake, even with Chris holding onto them for support. His mouth fell open, his cigarette fell on the bed beside you, but you both ignored it too indulged in the pleasure.

“Chris– oh god–” you whined, arching your back even more, grabbing the bedsheets. Chris smirked, moving his hand down to your pussy.

Chris had a smug grin spread across his face as he pinched your clit and began tweaking it. 

That pushed you over the edge, your body spasming, and your walls clenching around his cock, causing him to unexpectedly cum.

“Oh god!” he whimpered, Chris hunching over you, burying his face in your neck, your legs falling to his hips.

Chris felt your arms clutch his back, your nails digging into him, while your body still spasmed.

“ImsorryImsorryImsorryImsorry.” Chris whimpered into your ear, letting his cum leak into your womb 

After a few minutes, Chris pulled away, seeing your face embedded with bliss. He slowly pulled out a while breaking from you. 

“I know, baby, I know,” he sympathised, kissing your upper thighs. Chris noticed the cigarette on the sheets, noticing it had burnt a hole through them. “Ah, shit,” he sighed, grabbing it and absent-mindedly letting your legs fall.

You let out a whine in discomfort as Chris lost focus. 

“Oh shit, sorry baby,” Chris replied, putting it out in the ashtray. He walked back over to you and lifted you, and carried you into the bathroom and put you on the counter.

“M’wanna go back to the bed–” Chris put his finger to your lips.

“Just gotta change the sheets, baby,” he whispered.

You leaned against the mirror, the cold surface keeping you awake, but it slowly became warmer with your body heat, helping you drift off. 

“Do you want me to clean you up?” Chris asked, picking you up, you shook your head, nestling your head in his neck, Chris put you in bed, crawling in with you and holding your body close to his.

The sounds of his apartment are still silent, except for your steady breath lulling Chris to sleep.