metanoia |N.H|

chapter six.

Cigarettes and fuckin on a windowsill

"Niall," i moaned desperate for him.

How the fuck did i end up here? How did this end up being more than a fantasy, but my reality.

I was kidding myself when i said i'd never be desperate for him. I've always wanted him, but never wanted to admit it.

My eyes rolled back as he pumped in and out of me, "whats going on in your pretty little head?" he suddenly spoke, not loosing his pace.

"How i ended up here," i said in between moans.

He bent down to kiss me, "well we were both sexually frustrated, and you didn't say no this time," he said before letting out a breathy moan.

"Yeah, but i hated you," i paused to let a moan out as he quickened his pace. "I never thought i'd want this."

"Horniness can surprise you," he pants out thrusting all seven inches in and out.

I gasp before speaking, "fuck, Niall."

"You want me to go faster?" he asks out of breath.

"Mhm," i say not being able to form any other word. He quickly quickens his speed.

"Open your eyes for me, babe. Want you to look me in my eyes when you cum."

"fuck," i breath out.

"Say my name when you come, baby."

"Don't call me that," i spit out before letting out a rough moan.

"Why not?" he questions.

"Because. You're not my daddy," i spit, making his eyes widen.

He quickly cools his expression before saying, "I'd beg to differ," in a devilish tone.

That's all it took. My walls clench around him as i begin to release. "Niall," i manage to moan out.

Niall let's put a straggled moan at the feeling. My release isn't all that comes. Literally.

It isn't long before his thrusts begin to become slopping, and harsher. i can slightly feel him release into the condom. he keeps going letting us both ride out our orgasms before he plops down next to me on the other side of the mattress.

"Why haven't we done that before?" he says still out of breath.

"Beats me," i say while trying to catch my breath.

a/n

can you tell i'm horny?