I was at the Curtis' house, making a pizza, I don't know why, I just felt like it. I was stirring the sauce when I felt hands grip my waist and a chin on my shoulder.
"Hey baby, you know I love your pizzas, right?" Darry said. We've been dating for 2 years, we've had sex before so it wasn't new.
"Yes, I do, muscle man." I said putting the spatula down and squishing his biceps. He lifted me up onto the counter and started kissing me. His tongue snakes into my mouth, and I moaned. He tilted his head to deepen the kiss. He hastily unbuckled his pants, and I quickly pulled down my skirt. I felt him at my entrance, and he teasingly rubbed up and down.
"Fuck, just fuck me Darry." I said. He pushed and and let out a low groan. I moaned, but winced from the pain. He slowly pushed in and out of me, each time hitting closer to my g-spot. I attacked his neck with kisses, and he began going faster. We were a moaning mess. He adjusted and knocked over the pizza sauce.
"God damnit, Darry." I said, annoyed.
"I don't give a fuck about the pizza. I just want your tight little pussy." He rasped.
"Well, you have it, and now I need to make a new batch of pizza sauce or else Pony and Soda won't have anything to eat." I glared at him. He glared back, still pumping.
"Fine." He said, giving up. He pulled out and pulled his pants back up. I pulled my skirt back up and washed my hands.
"Sorry, babe." He said, kissing my neck, and grabbing my ass. "I'll let you get me back for it later."
He winked at me and walked upstairs, and I heard the shower running.
UPDATED: Should I make a part 2 where you get Darry back? Comment.
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