Connor x reader

The ending with sex!

(Just so you know I put the video only because it was cute :3 )

"Sneaky, sneaky Connor..." I whispered. He threw the bra casually to the floor. "Want to see another trick?" Connor grabbed the hem of my dress and I watched as the pesky thing flew over my head and to the side. "That really wasn't much of a trick." I taunted. "Hmph... Sounds like someone is begging for punishment." He quickly took off all of his clothes and positioned himself in front of the ENTRANCE.

"Wait," I pleaded, "please be gentle..." He paused. He then wrapped his arms around me and buried his face in the crook of my neck. "Just remember what I said before. I would never hurt you even if I wanted to.", he whispered in my ear. I sighed nervously and out my hands on his muscular back.

Slowly he slid in his hard cock causing me to cry out in pain. Blood trickled out of me, but that wasn't stopping Connor. He was sighing and shivering in complete bliss. I waited for the pain to stop.

After a few minutes, the sharp pain subsided and I awkwardly said, "Y-You can m-move no-now." Connor did so without hesitation, but started slow. After a while this speed was driving me absolutely crazy. "Connor. Faster." I demanded, and boy, did he listen... He was thrusting at speeds I never thought possible! Then I felt him hit a spot that made me almost jump in reaction. "Connor! There! Harder!" I screamed making him smirk. "Please! Connor! Harder!" He still didn't listen. Oh for gods sake...

"OH GOD, CONNOR, PLEASE GO HARDER!"  I finally screamed at the top of my lungs.

That's what he wanted to hear all along.

So, he changed positions a bit, with my legs wrapped around his waist.

Then it happened.

I had never felt so good in my life! It felt as if my lower insides were exploding with each and every movement Connor made. Soon, we were both yelling each other's names. Pretending that there was no one on Earth but us.

I had reached my climax of the orgasm, and it soon declined. As did Connor's. He came inside me and then pulled out. He flopped down beside me. We were both still breathing heavily, but were both worn completely out. He put his clothes back on, as did I. As we exited the closet, Frankie sat on the couch crosslegged. "The guest bedroom is upstairs." She said with a smile.

Connor tiredly pulled me up the seemingly endless staircase. As we finally reached the bedroom, everything was gold-trimmed and paintings were hung up on every wall. The best looking thing in the room was bed, at the moment, though. We proceeded to get into the bed with me in Connor's shirt and my panties and him in his boxers. (You had stripped as soon as you both got in the room.)

Connor wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to him. I cuddled into his broad, muscular, safe chest. Then conscience granted a truce and we both fell into a peaceful sleep.