𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏

𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫

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𝐘𝐎𝐔 hummed, already knowing he was lying just to save his ass but you definitely didn't feel like questioning him further so you left it alone. "So, are you sure you're okay with me moving in with you? I mean, we barely know each other an-" before you could finish your little rant Bruce cut you off, "Do I need to physically teach you why I want you to move in with me?" He questioned, side eyeing you but mostly keeping his eyes on the road.

You subconsciously squeezed your thighs at how dominant and controlling his voice sounded, that was definitely something that you didn't expect. "What do you mean by physically teaching me?" Your voice came out as almost a whisper, as if you were saying something you weren't supposed to. But of course, Bruce heard every word.

He pulled into a dark alleyway and stopped the car, suddenly all of his attention was on you and you could have sworn you saw his eyes glow in the darkness that devoured both of you whole. You could feel the heavy tension in the air, you almost couldn't breath for a second simply because or how hard he watched your every move despite it being dark.

"Come here." His voice was laced with nothing but dominance, it completely caught you off guard.

He tapped his lap, growing slightly impatient with how long you were taking to obey his command. You slowly crawled over the center console and onto Bruce's lap, you straddled his lap and put your hands on his quite large man tits. (I'm sorry 💀) Bruce placed his hands on your waist and that's when you realized just how close the two of you are in a spot meant for one.

Bruce closed the gap between the two of you and captured your lips into a very pussy pleasing kiss, he kissed you as if you were going to disappear forever if he didn't do it right, he kissed you as if he was trying to suck every last drop of your essence. That's just how good his kissing was.

But it wasn't rushed, nor was it non-romantic. It was perfect. Simply perfect. And he knew exactly how to make if even better, wanna know how? He had sneakily slipped one of his fingers into your underwear and rubbed against your clit.

He broke the kiss and chuckled, loving the way your cheeks burned a reddish color and the small whimpers that escaped your lips every time his fingers rubbed your clit. "Does it feel good Y/n?~, this is what I mean by physically teaching you. I assume you want more of this hm?"

"Ngh.. yes Bruce please~" you whined, rolling your hips. Trying to gain more friction and reach your high.

The way only two of his fingers skillfully worked magic on your clit had you questioning if Mr. Sandman actually brought you a dream, (If you know what I am referring to be my mutual rn.) and you would be lying if you said you didn't enjoy every millisecond of him pleasuring you.

But that's when you felt it, ━︎ despite being drowned in pleasure ━︎ you felt his boner rubbing against you. Even with a few layers of cloth between it and you, you could still feel just how big it was. You could already bet his pants were tightened painfully, so why not give him his release?

I think I'll be able to take his full length if I'm not drunk..
How the hell are women not lining up at his door?

Suddenly Bruce slipped one of his fingers inside of you and without even a moment of hesitation he slipped another one in, now with two fingers inside of you he began fingering you. Earning yet another string of moans and whimpers from you, you stuffed your face into Bruce's neck.  The sounds of your desperate, filthy whines and moans filled the car. And in the midst of it all, sat Bruce.