3:15 [fezco]

eleven (18+)

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"and i'ma keep on strokin', 'cause she luv this dick. and i'ma keep on lickin', 'cause she luv it. she tell me keep fuckin, cause she luv this shit, and i luv it."

[heavy smut warning. you can skip this chapter if you're not comfortable without missing any important information]

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He guided me off the counter and I unzipped my boots quickly, kicking them off to the side. He dropped to his knees in front of me, hands guiding the rest of the bodysuit and my fishnet tights down my legs, helping me step out of them before gently pushing me up against the counter. My hand fell on the back of his head, the other being pulled to interlock our fingers. His free hand worked on spreading my legs, exposing more skin for him to lick and suck on. He trailed sloppy kisses up both sides of my inner thighs, my moans seemingly only edging him on. He let out his own hums of appreciation as he worked. A loud moan tumbled out from between my lips as his tongue slipped its way between my folds. He pulled back almost immediately, causing me to whine in response.

"Nah, baby. You gotta be quiet if you want me to keep goin'." He instructed softly. I nodded in response, using my hand to pull his head back between my legs. I bit my lip to stifle my moans as his tongue explored my clit and lapped up my wetness, something I had never experienced before. His hand squeezed mine tightly, causing me to look down at him. He was already looking at me, his blue eyes appearing dark, and lust-filled. "You taste so good, baby." He grounded quietly and I felt my pussy clench at the sound. Not wanting to wait any longer, I used the hand on the back of his neck to pull him up, eagerly pushing my lips against his. My mouth immediately opened, allowing his tongue to enter. I whimpered at the taste of myself on his tongue, and he pushed his hard dick into my stomach in response.

"Take these off," I tugged at his waistband, undoing the button for him. He kicked off his shoes as well before pulling off his pants and underwear and stepping out of them. I felt myself get even wetter, if possible, at the sight of his fully erect dick pressed against his stomach. Deciding to return the favor, I spun us around, pushing him against the counter as I dropped to my knees. Both of my hands rested on his thighs, spreading his legs apart much like he did with me. I hesitated, glancing up at him to meet his eyes.

"You look nervous," he quirked an eyebrow at me, one of his hands falling to rest on the back of my head. "You ain't ever done this before, huh?" I shook my head in response. "You ain't gotta." He tried to pull me to my feet.

"I want to," I glanced down at his dick. "I really want to. You can show me what you like, and how you like it." I suggested. He narrowed his eyes at me before nodding. His hand on the back of my head shifted slightly to grab a handful of my hair before guiding it toward his crotch. Trying to remember what pornstars did in their videos, I slowly lapped at the tip of his cock, catching the precum almost immediately. When I looked at him, I found he was already looking down at me.

His face only increased my arousal as he was glancing down at me with half-opened eyes, his lips parted as small moans slipped out. He used his hand to guide my open mouth down the length of his dick, my tongue staying flat against the bottom. He guided me back, almost to the tip before he pushed me back down once more. He repeated this a few times, each time pushing my head down further until finally my nose was pressed against his pubes. A small gag came from my mouth at the feeling of his tip pressing against my gag reflex, and I tried to pull back in a panic fearing it would gross him out. Instead, he groaned loudly, placing his other hand on the back of my head, and using both to pull my mouth closer, guiding his dick down the back of my throat. He held it for a moment, his head thrown back in bliss as he jerked his hips forward, fucking my throat. A moment later, he was guiding my head back and back and pulling me up to meet him, turning the tables and putting me on the counter once more.

"I can't wait no longer, I wanna fuck you." He breathed out, his eyes searching mine.

"Then fuck me, Fezco."

I didn't have to tell him twice. Carefully he grabbed my thighs, guiding me to the edge of the counter until I was just barely hanging off. One hand intertwined with mine once more, and the other guided the head of his cock between my folds, collecting my arousal. He groaned at the feeling before lining himself up and leaning in to capture my lips as he pushed into me. He was slow and careful, taking multiple soft thrusts to work himself inside of me until he was all the way in, soft pants of bliss coming from him at the feeling. His first deep thrust made me gasp at the feeling, and slowly he began to set a pace, at first working carefully and with purpose before gradually picking up as he went. His hips slammed against mine and I moaned loudly at the feeling of him hitting all the right places inside of me. He took the hand that was holding mine and covered my mouth, just firmly enough so no noises could be heard, his other hand gripping my hip to keep me close to him.

"Uh-uh," He shook his head gently, picking up the pace as his cock slammed into me. "If you want me to fuck you then I'ma need you to be a good girl and stay quiet, okay?" My eyes rolled back at his words, both of my hands gripping either of his shoulders so tightly I was sure I would leave marks. "Fuck, you feel so good, baby." He mumbled, his eyes leaving my face to watch his length go in and out of my pussy. Sex with Fez was like nothing I had ever experienced, truly. He was gentle while still knowing just how deep and how hard to thrust to hit all the right spots; his movements were careful, almost as if they were designed to get the most pleasure from me rather than himself.

As he continued to thrust into me, each one seemingly deeper than the last, I felt an all-too-familiar knot beginning to form in my stomach. I turned my head to the side to remove his hand from my mouth.

"I'm gonna cum, please," I begged, my words coming out broken and choppy with moans in between.

"Mhm," he moaned, using his free hand to grab my other hip and pull me closer to him when I slid back on the counter due to the force of his thrusts. "What you runnin' for, baby? You talked all that shit before, now you gon' sit there and take my dick like you wanted. Okay?" I nodded in response, my head falling backward as I stifled another moan. "Yeah, I bet you gon' look so pretty cummin' on me." His words set me off and my nails harshly scraped against his chest as I felt myself coming undone in front of him.

Once again, his hand covered my mouth, which was for the best as I screamed in pleasure. He was close behind, pulling out of my pussy just in time to release on my stomach. My legs were shaking, and my body felt weak as I leaned back against the mirror.

"You good?" He chuckled lightly. I felt his hand brush against my cheek gently before brushing back the hair that stuck to my forehead due to sweat.

"Yeah, I feel great." I breathed out, opening my eyes to meet his. My eyes glanced down to see the mess on my stomach and I giggled quietly.

"Come on, let's get you cleaned up so I can get you home, Sunshine. I ain't done with you yet."