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Shoulders pressed firmly against a toned chest, head lolled back into the crook of a neck. Whines and gasps escaping your lips as rough hands ran over your inner thighs, avoiding the areas you needed him most.

Pressing your hips back, huffing softly as you felt his hands reposition you. Keeping you from moving in his lap.

“Please, anything.” Words muffled against John's neck, as you pressed gentle kisses against his pulse point. Hoping to evoke a reaction. 

“Anything?” He mused, right hand sliding up your thigh. Middle finger dipping between your folds. The coolness of his digit caused a shock through your spine. “Fuck you stupid on my fingers all night.”

Toes curling as your breath caught in your throat, his middle finger lazily pressing inside you. His motions coming off bored, distracted. Despite his eyes never leaving your body.

“More.” You demanded, pressing your shoulders back as he added fingers. Slowly teasing you, as his free hand cupped your chest. Rubbing over your clothed nipple, squeezing it gently.

Increasing the pace of his fingers, John chuckled as you continued to beg. Wanting more. More. Fuck, please more. 

“Demanding little thing.” He commented with a dry chuckle. Pressing a wet kiss to your shoulder as he continued teasing you. “Not gettin’ my cock yet.”

A long sigh of his name, another chuckle from him as you squirmed. Demanding begging he fuck you stupid already.

Lips right beside your ear, as he whispered;

“Cum on my fingers, then I'll give you my cock.”