𝐀𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

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'Take me one more time..! Take me one more wave..! Take me one last ride..! I'm out of my head... tonight.'

Astrid's Point of View

"The fuck!?" I jump forward, landing on the floor with a thud. "What the hell, Matt?!" I scream, kicking him. "Oops," He chuckles, trying to help me up. Glaring at him, I bit his hand. "Ow! You bitch!" Matt yells. "Oops," I reply sarcastically. Matt scoffs while looking down at the floor and running a hand through his hair. "Brian, go. We'll be out in a minute," Matt states, staring down at me. Brian quickly nods, darting out of the room.

Matt tangles his fingers in my hair, pulling me up to his eye line. "I'm gonna teach you a fucking lesson," He growls. "I didn't do anything!" I whine. "Bullshit, you didn't," He scoffs. Shoving his hand in my face, he shouts, "Look at my fucking hand, Astrid!" "I'm sorry," I whimper with puppy dog eyes. "No, you're not," He shakes his head, throwing me onto the couch. "Strip, whore," He says, sitting in a chair across from me. "Make me," I glare. Matt growls, "I'm going to murder you." Matt grips my throat, "You belong to me tonight, okay?" I nod, "Yes, sir." He rips my shorts and panties off of me. "You're fucking soaking," Chuckles Matt. (I'm pretty sure I've said chuckle way too much. Oh, well!) Matt pulls my shirt off of me, then shoves me down to the floor, "Unzip and suck." "Are you kidding?! There's no way you'll fit in my mouth," I scoff. "Like I fucking care. I don't care if your jaw shatters. Suck, whore," Matt shrugs. I grumble, unzipping his pants. His pants fall to his ankles. "You're not even hard, and you're big," I look up at him, palming his cock. "Stop stalling, or I skull fuck you," He states. "I'm not stalling," I roll my eyes, pulling his boxers down. "Holy shit..." I breathe out. "Matthew. It's not going to fit," My eyes go wide. "Suck," He spits on me. "No," I shake my head.

"Do you wanna walk tomorrow?" He asks. "Well, yeah..? We have a show tomorrow," I reply, confusion in my voice. "Okay, then. Suck," He growls. I sigh, wrapping my hand around his cock. Pumping gently, I lick the head of his member. "I hate you," I mumble. "I know," He smirks smugly. I take him into my mouth, earning a groan from Matt. "That's a good girl," He breathes out. Matt grips my hair roughly, pushing his cock farther into my mouth. I slap Matt's side, gagging, then he releases my hair gently. "What the fuck?" I cough. "Sorry," He says, throwing his hands up in apology. "Please, Matt... I really don't want to," I whine. He sighs, "I won't force you to do something you don't want to. Stand up." Standing up, Matt grips my waist. "Matt..? Can I tell you something?" I mutter. He nods, kissing my neck. "I'm... Kinda in love with you," I chuckle nervously. He places his lips on mine, his thumbs rubbing circles into my hips. After he pulls away, I gasp. "I'm kinda in love with you too," He smiles. I trace his dimples, a red tint covering mine and his cheeks. "What happened to you belong to me? And, you'll skull fuck me for not listening," I giggle. "Seeing you scared while you were on your knees. Guess it knocked some sense into me," He sighs, staring down at our feet. "And, I'm sorry for forcing you... I know I shouldn't have. I just got carried away," He explains. "I forgive you," I nod, "And besides, you have time to make it up to me."

Matt picks me up and sandwiches me between him and the wall. "Against the wall? Really?" I ask. "Shush," He mutters. "Can you take your shirt off? Please," I bite my lip. He nods, "Sure." Carefully holding me up with his knee, Matt removes his shirt. I breathe out, running my hands up and down his chest. "Oh, yeah? That's how you feel?" He chuckles. "I-I can't help it. I feel like I'm in a trace," I mumble, embarrassed. Still holding me up with his knee, he unclips my bra, letting it fall to the floor. Matt drops his knee, and before I fall, he quickly places his hands under my ass. "I- uh... Oh, wow," He stammers in awe. "Wh-What?" I ask. "I didn't realize you had your nipples pierced," He states, running a thumb over one. "Hey!" I yelp, pinching one of his in retaliation. "Don't start," He warns. "Fine. Fine-Fine-Fine," I sigh. "Ready?" He asks. "I don't know... Let's go with yes," I laugh. "If I hurt you, you tell me immediately, okay?" Replies Matt. I nod, "I promise." Matt pushes into me, stretching me past my limit. "Oh, my fucking god," I whimper. "Are you okay?" He asks. "Mmm-hmm," I hum. "Can I move?" "Y-Yeah," I mumble. His pace is slow, almost torturously slow. "Matt. You can go faster than that," I chuckle breathlessly. "Are you sure? The last girl that said that couldn't walk for a week," He laughs. "I'm sure, big boy," I wink. Matt shifts his hands, moving them to my thighs. Matt pulls out, leaving his tip in me, then slams back in. "Ah!" I yelp out. "You okay, babe?" He asks. "Keep going. Just like that," I whisper into his ear. He growls, "You're gonna regret that in the morning." "Oh, yeah? Make me, then," I kiss his jawline. Matt moves his hands up more, gripping my hips tightly, "I'm gonna make you scream my name." Matt starts going faster and faster, to the point I can feel him hitting my cervix. "Oh, my god, Matt!" I moan, digging my nails into his muscular shoulders. "Louder," He growls into my ear. "Matt!" I scream. "Mmm~ such a good girl," He kisses my neck. Every vein, curve, and raise sent a wave of pleasure through me. I wrap my legs around his waist, urging him to go faster. "Please-please-please," I beg, "Matt, please go faster." "I'll hurt you if I do that," He chuckles. "I don't fucking care. I don't need to walk tomorrow," I breathe out. "Good girl. That's what I wanted to hear," He grunts, going faster. "Oh, god! Yes!~" I moan, almost screaming. His tip caresses my g-spot. "Matt, I'm gonna cum," My eyes roll back into my head. "Not yet. Not without me, baby," Matt mutters, kissing my collar. "Please! Please!" I whine. "If you cum without my permission, I will fuck you six ways from Sunday," He growls. "Please," I whimper, on the verge of tears.

Looking over Matt's shoulder, I see the door crack. "Matt. St-Stop," I stammer. "What?" He stops. "The door," I point. "Did it open?" He asks, growing concerned. "A little bit," I nod. "Do you wanna stop?" "No. God, no," I sigh, draping my arms over his shoulder. Matt chuckles, placing his lips on mine. I feel his pace start back up, the sensitivity coming back. "Mmm. God, you're fucking tight," He breathes out. "Go faster," I whimper. "Do I have to pull out? I'm not trying to have kids," He chuckles. "Are you close?" I ask. He nods, his face red. "I'm on the pill." "Are you trying to get me to cum in you right now?" He groans. "Fucking do it," I whisper into his ear, "I wanna cum with you." Matt pounds into me, spurts of cum filling me. My legs tighten around his waist, my own orgasm washing over me. "Matt!" I moan. "Fuck!" He shouts. His hips shutter as his orgasm comes to an end. I rest my head on his shoulder, panting. "Astrid?" Matt mumbles. "Yeah, Matt?" I look up at him. "I've wanted to ask you this for a while. Will you be my girlfriend?" He smiles. "Fuck, yes!" I scream, slamming my lips onto his. After he pulls away, he sighs, "Let's clean up, babe."

(I'm back, motherfuckers!!! Thanks to my best friend Trinity Mae for convincing me to post this! Have a great day, reader!)