Steve Roger is down on his luck-broke college student working for peanuts bartending just to stay alive; no matter what he does, life keeps knocking him down and taking him. One night, a woman (Amelia Brandon) walks into the bar; with milk chocolate...
Sorry about the delay! I've been packing my house up; we're moving; yay, me 😅🙈 I'm settled somewhat!
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Steve was up way too early on a Wednesday when he didn't have work, and he was done with all his classes; he'd thankfully finished all his final exams Monday and Tuesday. He scowled at the little black rectangular piece of plastic on the counter across from him; he aggressively shoveled another spoonful of Lucky Charms into his mouth. It had sat in the same spot since Amelia placed it there Sunday evening. Steve put another scoop of the cereal in his mouth, chewing slowly as he thought of yesterday. Amelia had come over to help him unpack; she hung up shirts and pants in his closet while he put his bedroom together. He knows she must have seen his lack of clothing; Steve wasn't one to buy new clothes. He wore his shoes until they fell apart, and had to buy new ones. If he needed something different, he usually raided Bucky or Sam's closet; they were about the same size. He wasn't surprised when she mentioned something. By the way, she approached him; she probably knew it would be a struggle, just like apartment hunting and picking out furniture for the interior decorator. With a bit of persuasion, Steve always came around, and she knew that.
So Steve ended up lying in bed on his back, his hands tied above his head with a tie, watching Amelia slowly ride him. The sensual role of her hips, the way she kept one hand on his abdomen, the other pinching a tweaking her pert nipples, biting her bottom lip as she looked down at him through hooded lust-blown eyes, her beautiful chocolaty hair falling around her.
"You wanna cum, sweet boy?" she asked breathlessly.
He nodded quickly, licking his dry lips, "Yes, please," he groaned, sucking in a sharp breath as he felt her contract around him.
"Gonna let me take care of my baby boy?" she asked, voice a little higher.
Steve could tell she was about to cum by how her pussy fluttered around him, "Yes...yes—fuck please...please...please," he begged, closing his eyes, biting his bottom lip.
Amelia's head dropped forward, letting a beautiful moan slip past her lips, both hands on his chest, as she ground her hips down cumming around him. His hands clenched around the bars of his headboard, the silk of the tie digging into his skin.
"Cum for me, baby, come on, do it," she gasped, riding out her orgasm as she pulled Steve into his.
Planting his feet on the bed, Steve fucked up into her desperately; the metal bedframe protested as he tugged on it. The bite of her nails into his chest, the ah ah ah's she whimpered out with each thrust. Steve came hard, back arching against the soft mattress, biting his lip as he groaned deeply, pulsing into the condom.
