Roger Taylor Smut

riding

Roger was always more of the submissive one in the relationship. There were times when Roger would be on top, but he preferred being on the bottom. Roger especially loved it best when you fucked him with a strap-on which is what he would beg you for most often. It was yet again one of those times.

"How do you want me, Roger?" You asked as you thrust your fingers, which were sticky with lube, into his tight hole.

He let out a cry of pleasure before answering, "I wanna ride you-" He was cut off by a moan as you thrust your fingers once more.

"Yeah? Is that how you want mommy's cock?" You asked. He whined as your fingers thrusted against his prostate. "Yes, yes mommy!"

You pulled your fingers from him and Roger whined. He sat back on his knees - trying to resist the urge of touching himself - as he watched you pull on the strap-on.

As soon as you laid back with your legs bent at the knees, Roger wasted zero time as he started sinking down on your fake cock. He squeezed his eyes shut and threw his head back while moaning.

"You okay?" You asked softly.

"Yeah, just-just give me a minute."

"Take your time." You said while softly stroking his thigh. Roger composed himself before he lifted onto his knees and sank back down again.

"Good boy," You praised. He whimpered and picked up his pace, sinking back down harder on each pass. You couldn't help but admire how pretty Roger looked, his delicate features contorted with pleasure. Roger's cheeks were stained with a bright pink blush, only getting deeper every time you complimented him.

Your eyes wandered down to his cock, jutting out in front of him, the tip a similar colour to his cheeks, getting darker every time it wasn't touched. He was the very picture of dishevelled pleasure.

Roger suddenly threw his head back while moaning as he found a good angle.

"Mommy! Touch me! Wank me! Please!" He cried out as he continued to mindlessly fuck himself. You wrapped your hand around his length and started to stroke him off. He hummed in pleasure and continued to bounce up and down on the fake cock.

He let out a particularly loud moan as you thrust up into him, his eyes going wide and his mouth falling open.

"Do it again, mommy, please!" He cried out. He moaned once more as you thrust your hips up again and again.

The mix of you fucking his ass and stroking his cock was enough to bring him to the edge. It wasn't long before he was crying out your name and cumming over your stomach. He slowed his bouncing and eventually got off you completely, collapsing beside you.

He gasped and panted, his chest rising and falling in rapid movements and you undid the straps of the harness and threw it to the side.

Roger grabbed your face and roughly smashes his lips against yours in a hungry kiss.

Once you pulled away, you got something to clean the both of you up with. After that, the both of you lay cuddling together in bed, Roger letting out satisfied hums as you drew circles on his back with your nails.

"I love you," Roger whispered as he was slowly drifting to sleep.

"I love you too." You said while kissing his forehead.