Call of Duty Oneshots by zoa!

The Hat Rule - Price [PART 3] [NSFW] [F]

He groaned slightly at your hot breath coursing itself down his neck, feeling the hairs on his back shoot up. He adjusted himself under you, sitting more upward, making you grind on him slightly which only brought out another groan from his desperate lips. You sigh in satisfaction as you look at him, his head rolled back and eyes shut, his lips parted and his breath staggering and panting. You lean in and grab his chin, your fingertips running across his beard, and kissed him passionately. The first kiss and definetely not the last.

His hands wrapped more around your waist and pulled you into him, the kiss getting more passionate; more hungry. He kissed you like you were his last meal on Earth, the only drop of water in a dry desert. He kissed you like you were his life support, the only thing keeping his heart pumping the blood around his body - especially to his groin. He gripped his fingers into your waist and you moaned softly into the kiss, feeling his rough touch on such delicate skin made you insane. His chest rose and fell deeply as he pressed his lips harder into yours, starved by your touch, your kiss. 

You broke apart from him, breathing heavily and looking into his low, lustful eyes, them having the glint of desperation and need throughout them. You grip your thighs around his legs and hips more, pressing yourself slightly more down on his already large bulge, feeling it between your legs made your knees feel weak. His lips parted slightly, already looking at yours with pure hunger. He is famished, he is starved. He has lusted for your touch for a long, long time and now that he has it, he will make sure to do everything he has ever wanted. You were his, after all.

You move your hands from his face down his neck, then chest, making sure to trace your gentle fingertips over his abs, making Price squirm slightly in your grasp, soft sighs and reactions leaving his lips. You slowly make your way down to his belt, unbuckling it with one swift movement and pulling his pants down slightly to reveal a throbbing bulge, slightly twitching even by your touch. Your lips part as you see the sheer size of it; if your heart wasn't pumping adrenaline through your body, you would be nervous if it would fit inside.

You traced your fingertips over the tent in his boxers, making Price pant and blush harder. His eyes watch as you smile cheekily, running your fingertips over the veins and creases that his print made. He adjusts the cowboy hat on your head and smirks at you. He nods at you, giving all green flags to do whatever you wanted with his package - and oh boy, would you.

Your fingertips danced around his tent as he looked at you, almost pleading for you to do something. He couldn't take your teasing touches no more, he was reaching his limit. You chuckled softly and moved your fingers, slowly pulling down his waistband. As you pull it down fully, his cock springs out of his boxers and the air hits it, after finally being released, desperately needing your attention. You then pout slightly and look at him, with a red face. He knew what you wanted.

One of his hands diverted from your waist as he smirked, moving under your dress swiftly. He pressed two fingers across the wet spot in your lacey thong that you wore that day, making you exhale in pleasure and bite your lip. He directed you forward and pulled you up slightly onto your knees, you ducking your head from the car.

"I don't care if anyone sees us. They'll know who you belong to." he whispers, gesturing to the front window. He then quickly presses a button on his control panel and switches it to being tinted, in case someone did watch. Because then, someone else would see you. And that was the last thing he ever wanted. You were his and his only. His fingers dived under the material and pushed your panties to the side, feeling the rim of your hole with his fingertip. A soft moan escaped your lips as he brought you over the head of his cock, positioning your entrance over his tip.

He grabs your waist and, without any warning, pushes you down onto his cock, filling you up immediately without giving you any time to adjust to his size. A moan begs to escape your lips but before it could, he pushes his lips to yours. You moan into his mouth, giving him a second to slip his tongue inside and letting it dance with yours as your insides get used to being so filled up. It won't be the only time, that's for sure.

"Fuck, baby..." he groans, breaking your kiss, a string of saliva between your lips falls onto his shirt. "You're so tight, not used to a proper man, huh?"

All you could reply was a whine of pleasure, his fingertips gripping your waist tighter as he begins to guide your movements. He brings you up then down at a steady pace, letting you get used to the large size of his cock. Both of your breathing paces are heavy and deep, beginning to fill the car with condensation of your pleasure. Every time he brought you down on him, you begin to move your legs with him. You move with his pace, making sure that he guides you as much as he wants to, you are his cowgirl.

Your walls tighten around him, feeling his cock touch every single g-spot that you could ever have. He feels fucking amazing, something that you want to have again and again and again. He fills you to the brim - and you love it. The way his hands stroke your waist, the feel of him in general just arouses you. His lips crash onto yours as his hands caress your waist, squeezing your rear playfully and kissing you passionately, giving you everything you could ever want.

"Oh...oh John..." you whimper, loving every single second of his dick filling you up, desperately wanting more. He nods and grunts as he pushes his hips into you, wanting to ram you and give you every single desire you want.

"That's it baby. You're doing so well, you're so good for me." he whispers, feeling his cock buried inside of you. In. Out. In. Out. That's all your mind repeated. That's all it wanted to repeat, to feel forever and ever. Fuck, you loved this. You needed this, it was the missing piece to your life. John Price.

Your bottom lip got bit hardly by your teeth as you felt your pussy get demolished. Everything was falling into place, you felt your climax approaching. You wanted to finish so you could start all over again. Again and again and again. It circled your mind, only bringing you closer to the brink. You feel his cock strain inside of you - you know he's close too.

You're both so fucking close and it's driving you crazy.

Everything falls into place, Price looks at you and you look at him, both through squinted eyes and sweat rolling down your faces. He squeezed your waist to confirm that he can release inside of you and you nod, knowing that you want him to leave his mark. Badly.

Then, it happens.

Your climax fall in sync, like they were aligned by the stars. Two loud groans came from both of your mouths as you let everything that you felt for each other, every little glance and feeling, every stomach twirl and desired kiss out. You are his and he is yours. He pulls you in and sinks his lips onto your neck, sucking on it and biting. You whine in surprise yet joy as he lets go, leaving a now red hickey on your neck, licking his lips. You pant, he pants. He's marked you his.

"I love you, John." you whisper, out of breath and still sitting on his dick, feeling the fluids ooze out of any space that it can.

"I love you too." he replies, bringing one hand up and stroking your cheek, smiling softly. "You're so beautiful."