Newt/Thomas Sangster One Shots (warning: smut)

One Shot #34 (part #8) ~ Lt. Sangster

8 parts...why don't I just make a separate book at this point😐

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I could see the dim orange light of my salt lamp bleeding through the doorway to my room as we rounded the corner. I turned to face him, admiring his flushed cheeks.

"I liked you in that gear you had on earlier," I admitted, sliding my hands up his warm chest.

"I know you did." He replied smugly, guiding me backwards towards the bed until it reached the back of my thighs. His hand found my jaw again as I sat down on the edge.

"It was hard to stay focused after seeing that coy little look on your face. Hard to think of anything other than being in that pussy of yours." He spoke darkly, his thumb tracing my bottom lip.

Thomas followed as I slid back onto the bed, unzipping his pants once again whilst kneeling between my legs. I lay back, taking a breath and readying myself.

His lips found the nape of my neck, hand wandering down my stomach. A frustrated sigh fell from his lips as he felt the slick arousal coating the outside of my pussy. It was practically dripping down onto the sheets below.

"Lift up." he ordered, tugging at my waist. Once I did so, he pulled a pillow from the other side of the bed and placed it underneath my ass.

"...and take that shirt off too."

"Has my cervix not suffered enough?" I asked, only semi-joking, as I lifted my shirt over my head and discarded it. I felt the tip of his cock teasing at my cunt, dragging up and down the flushed lips.
"I promised you a limp, didn't I?" He smiled cruelly, flaxen tresses falling about his eyes. God, his eyes. They had this dark look about them sometimes.

His mouth fell open as he pushed inside me. My hands found the sides of his neck and pulled, letting his lips come down onto mine again into a desperate, filthy kiss. The sound of skin slapping became discernible, every thrust driving his heavy cock against my already battered pussy. I threw my head back, allowing the slurry of moans and fuck's to come tumbling out of my mouth.

His arms locked around my waist in a sudden movement, lifting my midsection off the bed and holding our bodies flush. A barrage of rapid slaps came next, turning what was left of my brain into mush. More moans and cries from me, and desperate grunts from him.

"You take me so well," he praised, chest rising and falling beneath his dog tag. I could do nothing to respond, almost being sent to the brink of tears with the overwhelming sensations. A ferocious orgasm was definitely on its way.

"You gonna cum again? Hm?" He vexed, releasing my torso and rearing back.
"I ca..can't~" Was about all I could manage, brows knit together as he lifted my right leg up with a strong grip. His other hand found my jaw again and squeezed, forcing it open.

Thomas leaned down and spat into my mouth, admiring for a second how some of it dribbled down my reddened face.

"You will."

Rapidly, he pulled out. I looked for him in dazed confusion, but was interrupted when he yanked me down the bed by the backs of my thighs.

Before I could understand what was going on, his mouth found my swollen cunt again.

"Oh Go..-" I whined as he tasted my arousal, burying his nose against my skin, eating my pussy as if he were starving. My fingers grasped the white sheets, other hand finding his hair and gripping tightly. Legs starting to tremble, I could feel my second climax coming quickly, the sensation spreading through my whole abdomen.

Two of his fingers found the outside of my cunt again and were swallowed whole, slipping in effortlessly, curling upwards. It was as though he knew my body better than I did.