My lover

Chapter 2

"wassup" cupid mumbled into the phone

"they here"  Saturn said

"who?" cupid asked

"KC nigga who else"  Saturn sassed

cupid could hear his eye roll

"I gotta be there?" Saturn asked stupidly

"yes bro you high right now?"

"man I'll be there in 20"

"no be here in 5 they not gnna wait that long"

"fuck fine"

the line went dead

"are you leaveing?"

"yea, I'll see you later leave the front door unlocked"

"ok be safe"

"always you know me"

-ˋˏ ༻Time ☁︎ Skip༺ ˎˊ-

Biting the hem of her shirt up, she splayed her thighs wide while cupid fingers were pushing in and out of her cunt. Jupiters nose flared, embarrassed at how wet her sex was, taking his fingers with ease.

“C... can’t—” She gasped when he buried them knuckle-deep, his palm rubbing againsty her overly sensitive clitoris. Thighs shaking violently, Cupid held one knee to keep her steady.

“Can’t?” He dipped his head to the side, eyes never leaving your cleft. “Can’t you see how wet you are?” The rough pad of his thumb pressed on her puffy clit, rubbing sloppily while curling his fingers up inside her walls.

She gripped the sheets, back slamming against the headboard of her mattress. Toes curling, she almost thrashed if not for his viselike grip. “Just... just put it... put it in... please...” she puffed at each word.

Cupid sniggered, entertained by the sight of her. So innocent. With her eyes looking at him like that, brows wriggling at the unexplainable sensation of being finger-fucked, he barely could rein himself from fucking her cunt until it snapped apart.

Pickking up the pace of his fingers. she threw your head back, obnoxious and needy whimpers echoing out of herone after the other. “Tell me,” he whispered, still playing with her clit, “What made your cunt so greedy today ?”

At the crass language, her cunt tightened even more. His triceps strained, biceps flexing as he tried to reach places with only his fingers. And he did.

Her thighs spasmed violently as a new wave of euphoria made her pussy swell and the pit of her stomach to burst.

Catching her breath was agonizing, especially after that climax. It made herr head fuzzy, body limping.

“Baby, look at me,” he whispered. She looked up at him. Then cupid pushed his fingers into her mouth, her own taste whiffing her nose gently. “Lick them up clean and good for me.”

With your eyes screwing, you sucked on his fingers while looking up at him.

“Tastes good, right?” His voice was hoarse, as if they were rubbing against stone.

When he retreated his fingers, she was drooling.

“Tastes... weird,” she murmured

Cupid hunched to bring his lips closer to hers. “Really?” he rasped. “You taste fucking sweet to me, though.” He brought down a ravenous kiss, as if he was starved of the taste of her lips. His tongue was lashing inside her mouth, trying to taste the faint traces of her arousal.

“Let’s get this pretty cunt full, mhm?” He parted her thighs once more before running his middle finger along her slit. He stretched it by pulling the skin with his thumb up, therefore decreasing the space he could slide into but it didn’t matter.

The juicy tip of his cock kissed her wet folds before he slipped between and inside her needy and twitching hole.

Heels digging into the soft mattress, she whined. He was stretching her again. He’s going to fill her up again. Her senses could almost snap just by thinking of it. And she realized that no matter how many times she would have him inside her, it would always be a brand new feeling.

In the curve of his neck, she whined, “You’re... so deep.”

Cupid chuckled. “As I should.” He pushed her away gently just so he could cup her cheeks. “Faster, angel.”

The intensity of his eyes was a switch. She bit her lower lip, holding onto his shoulders before grinding her hips passionately.

He leaned back on his palms, giving her full access to admire his body. To move on her own until she could reach her own high.

“That’s right,” he murmured. “You’re doing so good, baby. So good.”

“Q,” she sobbed. There was that dull ache in her hips slowing her down. Cupid had probably noticed because she was on her back in a matter of seconds. Him, holding herankle up, kissing it while pounding into her mercilessly.

“I’m coming so hard, angel,” he rasped, balls slapping against folds. “Fuck, fuck, fuck—” He pulled out, pumped his cock so aggressively she winced.

He was moaning all the way while emptying himself, splurging thick and warm semen on your bare skin.

It was already evening when shewoke up.

“Let’s do it again,” he whispered, hand snaking to massage her breast.

You held his wrist to stop him. “Saturn will be home soon and I need to make dinner.”

Finally, she managed to untangle herself from him. But he pulled her again. Hissing, she slapped his arm away lightly. “Q”