MiniSeries About Timothee Chalamet

Mark My Words P2

Warnings - nipple piercings, teasing, cumming from nipple stimulation, cumming in pants, dry humping a lil, fucking outdoors, unprotected sex, getting caught,  voyeurism, flashing tits

We were sitting in the park for our date. Timothée kept asking why I was smirking, while also flashing his tattoo. The amount of sex we'd had lately had been off the charts. He knew the power he had over me, but the tables were about to turn.

"Is anyone around?" I asked casually.

"I don't think so," he said, biting on a strawberry.

"Look," I ordered. When he did, I flashed him my tits.

"You didn't," he said shakily.

"I certainly did," I smirked.

"When," he asked needily.

"During your nap the other day," I said simply.

"I need to play with them right now," he said dramatically.

"No, we're in public," I sighed.

"Mon Amor," he begged.

"Nope, you've been teasing me all week," I shrugged.

"I'm sorry," he said, and laid his head in my lap.

"Nice try," I chuckled. He unexpectedly shoved his head up my shirt and lapped at my sensitive nipples. I moaned when came out.

"We've never fucked outside," he purred.

"In the park?"

"No one is around, and I feel like my cock my fall off if I don't have you," he said, playing with the hem of my shirt.

"That might solve our problem," I chuckled, but I took off my top. I wasn't wearing a bra.

"And cause a lot more," he said dazedly.

"They look so perfect, I almost don't want to touch them," he said.

"I wish you would," I said. He leaned forward and flicked his tongue over the right one. I whimpered, they were still insanely sensitive.

"Lay down so I can worship you right," he ordered.

"Yes sir," I chuckled. He was rabid, he was practically drooling over me. He suckled on my nipples as his eyes rolled back into his head. He was then massaging the other one. He was literally whimpering as he swirled his tongue around them.

"Oh I'm obsessed, I'm seriously about to cum in my pants," he said.

"Keep going," I demanded, and pushed his head down onto my tit. He kissed my hardened bud adoringly. He gave it a small kitten lick and the sensation threw me over the edge.

"Oh, oh, Timothée," I arched.

"Fuck, did you just?" He asked.

"Yesssss," I cried.

"Merde," he said, eyes fluttering shut, and I watched a wet patch form on his pants. I palmed him over his pants, feeling the squish of cum.

"Ooooh shit," he panted.

"Please let me fuck you, please let me fuck you," he begged.

"Yes baby," I agreed. He was pulling down his pants and I was too, soon, his cum slick cock was being pressed into my entrance.

"Ohhhh you feel like heaven," he moaned, and his hips moved fast than they ever had. He Jack hammered into me as his long fingers flicked and played with my nipples.

"Oh, Timothée, you feel so good. I'm just so obsessed with you. I want to live with your cock buried inside me," I said. "You put every other man to shame."

"You put every woman to shame," he said, and gave a long lick to my nipple.

"I'm gonna come," I whined and I came undone. I was panting as he began to shoot cum inside me.

"Excuse me you two!" I heard someone say angrily, but Timothée didn't move and didn't stop cumming.