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Prompt: CockWarming
In the stillness of the late night, John found himself engrossed in his routine. His private sanctuary was illuminated by the soft glow of a desk lamp, casting a warm halo over the meticulously organized documents scattered before him. The rhythmic dance of his pen on paper mixed with the sound of his fingers expertly typing on the keyboard filled the air... along with your occasional soft sighs. While the Captain exuded an air of tranquil repose, juxtaposed was your form, gracefully astride his lap. The moonlight cast a silvery glow that caressed every contour of your naked body and his military attire. His cock was buried deep inside of you, pulsing as your warmness enveloped it. With a disposition as placid as the surface of a moonlit lake, John's lips curled imperceptibly as he observed your silent struggle of staying still. But steadfast, he remained dedicated to his work as if nothing was happening.
You'd subtly ride Price, making sure it was not that obvious besides your dick slightly bouncing every time you slowly went back down.
John's concentration wavered for a moment as he felt the subtle movement of your hips, your body undulating in a tantalizing rhythm that threatened to distract him from his task. His leg bounced involuntarily, the slight tremor betraying the pleasure that coursed through him. With a firm but gentle command, he pressed his hands against your hips, urging you to stay still.
"Steady now, love," he murmured in his gravelly voice, his tone both soothing and commanding. "You know the rules. Focus on the work, and I'll take care of the rest."
His fingers tightened their grip on your hips, a hint of restraint mingling with desire. John's resolve remained unyielding, determined to maintain a semblance of professionalism even as the sensation of your tightness threatened to consume him. He continued to type and write, his movements precise and deliberate, as if the world beyond this room was nonexistent.
You'd whine but comply, and instead of riding price, you decided to jerk yourself off while nuzzling your face into Prices neck. "Mhm..."
John's grip on your hips tightened momentarily at the sound of your whine, a mixture of sympathy and desire flickering in his eyes. He understood the struggle, the temptation to indulge in the pleasure that beckoned. But he also knew the importance of maintaining focus, even in the face of such enticing distractions.
He let out a low chuckle, his voice filled with a mix of amusement and appreciation. "You're a cheeky one, aren't you?" he teased, his breath hitching slightly as your head nuzzled into his neck. The warmth of your touch sent shivers down his spine, but he remained steadfast in his resolve.
As his hand slipped beneath the waistband of your trousers, his touch deft and practiced, he continued to work, his movements gaining a sense of urgency as he stroked you. The rhythm of his hand matched the cadence of his typing, a symphony of pleasure and productivity.
"Good lad," he praised, his voice husky with desire. "Keep me company while I finish up here. You know just how to please me."
"You're such a dick- Fuck~" You'd whine that out, your body moving involuntarily with him inside you. Soon enough, you both climaxed, you on his hand and him inside you.
