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"Since when did you own red bottoms?" I finishing putting on my earnings, turning and looking down at Spencer's shoes. I smirked when I looked back up, his all black suit with the small hint of red bottomed shoes honestly a look.
"Since when did you get red nails?" He smirked back, setting his right hand on my bare waist then reaching over me and grabbing my shirt with the other. "Here." His hand trailed away, his touch leaving chills on my skin. We've been together for nearly a year, and I still hadn't gotten used to the way he made me feel.
"By the way..." he kneeled down to my ear, my body fidgeting. "What do you want for your birthday, princess?" I leaned into his chest, his arms wrapping around my stomach, one sliding up to my bra.
"I-I'm not sure." His hand slipped to the clasp, my eyes falling shut until he yanked my jaw and forced me to look in the mirror. His thumb ran down my lip, light chuckles leaving them as my garment hit the floor. The mid July air was unforgivingly warm, but the room felt ice cold.
"I said..." he kissed down my neck, his teeth grazing the soft skin as he trailed down to my now bare shoulder. "What do you want?" I swallowed, his tongue barely touching me as he slid his face to my other arm and up the opposite side of my neck. "Tell me." His voice was taunting in my ear, my eyes slamming shut.
"I want..." I bit my lip, the skin almost breaking when his fingers slid to the brim of my lacy blue panties. "Y-you." He hummed a reply, a slight groan laced in it.
"Well..." he wrapped my hair around his fingers, pushing me down by my back causing me to jolt. He pulled my ponytail up, our eyes making direct contact in the reflective glass. I could feel his thumb rubbing circles in my back, his hand trailing down and pulling my panties aside.
I gasped when he started to fuss with my clit, pouting when he pulled away. "Do you still want me?" I listened as he unzipped his pants, his dick running along my slit causing me to slightly moan and grip onto the counter. "Say it." I sucked in my lips, his grip on my hair tightening as he pulled me back.
"Fine, fine! I want you." He chuckled, pulling away and letting my hair flop. He ran his fingers through the bottom of it, making sure to hit all of the knots causing me to whine.
"Say it like you mean it. Tell me how much you really want me." I sucked my breath in, straightening my posture then looking him straight in the eyes through the glass.
"I want you so fucking bad. Spencer, please? You're the only one that could ever make me feel so goo- holy shit... fuck, Spencer!" My face fell flat on the marble countertop, loud and uncontrollable moans leaving my mouth. "Spence-" I could barely form words, Spencer's speed unspeakable as he only increased his pace. With every stroke he pulled my hair harder, slamming into me harder and further each time. It wasn't long before he hit my g-spot, my moans turning into screams.
"That's right," he groaned, an evident smirk on his face as he forced me to look in the mirror. "Scream. Tell them who you belong to, angel." I bit my lip, his free hand caressing my cheek.
"I-I'm gonna c-cum." I swallowed another scream, one of Spencer's hands going to my neck as the other dropped my hair and trailed to my clit.
"Not yet," I squealed, the overstimulation causing my eyes to squint shut. "No, I want you to watch yourself fall apart.. Open your fucking eyes!" I obliged, tears leaking them as my hands pressed against the mirror sure to leave smudges.
"Please?" He shook his head, his strokes sloppy but continuous. "Spencer, fucking please?" I was literally crying at this point, my mascara running down my face as I whined. The enjoyment was written all over Spencer's face, evident dimples in his cheeks as he eased his grip on my throat.
"Go ahead, sweet girl. Cum for, daddy."
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a/n anywhooo- my dom ass laughed while writing this😃 hope you guys enjoyed tho👩🏼🦯736 words
