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“one slip turned into something he couldn’t stop.”
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location📍 : autumn's penthouse | westside atlanta | 11;22 pm
liquor had them reckless. empty bottles on the table, music low in the background, laughter bouncing off the walls. autumn leaned back on the couch, sweats hanging low on his hips, eyes half-lidded but sharp whenever they landed on her.
“you drunk as hell,” he muttered, smirking as she stumbled past him.
“so are you,” she shot back, giggling.
she bent over to grab something off the floor—too slow, too playful—and when she looked back, his gaze was locked on the way her body curved, lips tugging into a grin.
“you know what you doin’, huh?” his voice dipped, low and heavy.
before she could answer, he slid behind her, hands gripping her waist. the press of him hard through his sweats made her gasp.
“autumn—”
“shhh,” he hushed, grinding slow against her ass. the friction made her whimper, her body betraying her.
he moved with her bent over, his hips rolling, sweats sliding lower and lower with each push. her breath caught when she felt bare skin against her—hot, heavy, leaking against her.
“fuck…” he groaned, teeth gritting. “i can’t… sh*t feel too good.”
then it happened—sudden, sharp. his dick slipped past the thin barrier, sliding inside before either of them could stop it.
her eyes widened, mouth falling open. the stretch burned, unexpected.
“oh my god—”
autumn froze for a second, chest heaving. “damn… i ain’t even mean to—”
but the way her body clenched around him? he couldn’t pull back.
“shit,” he growled, grip tightening on her waist. “too late now.”
he pushed deeper, slow at first, watching her crumble under the stretch.
her moans spilled out, soft, broken. “autumn… fuck, it’s—”
“yeah, i know,” he cut in, grinding into her harder. “pussy swallowin’ me up.”
his pace grew messy, drunk and desperate, hips snapping into hers until the couch creaked beneath them.
“thought you was just gon’ tease me?” he taunted, pulling her hair back so she had to look at him. “look at you… bent over, takin’ all this dick like you wanted it the whole time.”
her nails clawed the cushion, body rocking as he hit deeper, sweat dripping down his temples.
“fuck, you feel too good,” he groaned, pounding harder, his low sweats barely hanging on. “i ain’t stoppin’ now… you mine tonight.”
her legs shook, body arching as her orgasm snapped through her, moans spilling uncontrollably.
autumn cursed, head falling back, his release spilling inside her raw, filling her up until it dripped down her thighs.
he held her there, breathing heavy, hips still twitching.
“shit…” he muttered, voice rough, kissing the back of her shoulder. “wasn’t no accident after all.”
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𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 🥂
📍 location: autumn’s penthouse west atlanta
time: 10:47 a.m., sunlight leaking through half-closed blinds
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her head pounded. the sunlight slicing through the blinds was too bright, sheets too warm, her body still sticky from the night before. she groaned, rolling over.
autumn was already awake. sitting up against the headboard, phone in hand, blunt tucked between his lips. his sweats rode low, hair messy, eyes bloodshot but sharp when they flicked her way.
“you loud as hell in the morning,” he muttered, smoke curling into the air.
“and you rude as fuck,” she shot back, voice raspy, half-asleep.
he exhaled slow, a smirk tugging his lips. “girl, just go back to sleep. quit all that talkin’.”
she turned, burying her face in the pillow. “make me.”
the room stilled. his phone hit the nightstand with a clack.
“…what you say?” his voice dropped, dangerous.
she peeked up, lips curling. “i said… make me.”
autumn moved fast—hand gripping her ankle, dragging her back under him before she could blink. his weight pressed her into the mattress, sweatpants shoved down, his dick already hard and heavy against her thigh.
“bet,” he muttered, low and dark.
she gasped as he slid in raw, no warning, the stretch making her arch off the sheets.
“fuck—autumn—”
“nah,” he growled, hand wrapping around her throat, pressing her back into the bed. “you wanted me to make you, right? so shut the fuck up and take it.”
his thrusts hit deep, rough, slamming her into the mattress with each snap of his hips. the headboard rattled against the wall, sunlight catching the sweat on his chest as he leaned over her, choking her with one hand, pinning her wrists with the other.
“look at you,” he spat, eyes locked on hers. “moanin’ like you ain’t just tell me to shut up.”
her voice cracked under his grip, eyes rolling back as pleasure drowned her body.
“this dick makin’ you talk different, huh?” he sneered, pounding harder, the sound of skin on skin sharp in the quiet condo. “make me? nah, i made you mine.”
her legs shook, body trembling as his strokes dragged her closer to the edge.
“open your fuckin’ mouth,” he ordered, tightening his grip just enough to make her gasp. “tell me who’s really in charge.”
“y-you—” she whimpered, tears spilling, her orgasm hitting hard enough to make her cry out.
“that’s right,” autumn groaned, hips slamming deeper, chasing his own high. “all mine.”
he buried himself to the hilt, groaning as he spilled inside, hand still gripping her throat, holding her gaze locked with his.
when it was over, he stayed there, breathing hard, sweat dripping onto her chest.
he kissed her jaw, rough and lazy. “next time you tell me make you… don’t think i’ma let you slide.”
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