Info - cuddly Timmy in the bear Pj pants, needy Timmy, kinda soft dom, praise kink, unprotected sex, choking
I had gotten everything ready. It'd been so long since I'd had a movie day with my boy. He didn't like watching movies with me admittedly. I liked to make commentary and ask questions that had no answers. I made jokes and sarcastic comments. Timothée wanted to be absorbed into the world. He wanted to count every scene change, study every character, and notice every small thing. So it when it was my movie night, Timothée prepared himself accordingly.
"Ready Mon amour," called Timmy. I turned around and my mouth opened. He was wearing a thin but baggy white shirt and pajama pants with teddy bears on them. He looked adorable. He looked fuckable.
"What movie are we watching tonight?" He asked and stretched. He had to be doing this on purpose. A sliver of stomach showed and I gulped.
"O-okay, we're watching The Man in the Iron Mask," I stuttered.
"Sounds good," he shrugged and fell back into the couch. I put on the movie and sat stiffly. Why was all it took this man to do was wear cute pajama pants?
"You're awfully quiet," he purred.
"Just watching, you need the information to understand," I said quietly.
"I don't know, this isn't like you at all," he said softly. "Could it be you're.....distracted," the last word was said as a whisper in my ear and I nearly jumped five feet in the air.
"Come here darling," said Timothée and pulled me onto his lap. I still couldn't let myself relax.
As I watched the movie Timothée began To kiss up and down my neck. His breath was hot. His tongue prodded my skin. I took a shaky breath. His hands were on my hips and he was nipping at my ear lobe.
"You want me don't you?" He cooed.
"Wh-what? No! I'm perfectly fine watching the movie," I lied. I could feel his semi hard on under my ass. This pajama pants really were cute. He really was hot and his dick was big, but if I gave in when was the next movie night I'd get?
"Liar," he chuckled and lightly bit my neck. His hands traveled up my shirt to squeeze my breast. I squeaked.
"Baby, come on please," he said. I loved how dominating and teasing he was, yet he never let me wonder if he was desiring me. He always made it clear how desperately he wanted me.
"If I let you," I whined. "Who knows when I'll get another chance to watch a movie with you. You hate watching movies with me."
"I'll watch a million movies with you if I can be inside you," he moaned into my neck. He rutted his boner upwards and I whimpered.
"O-okay," I gasped. He'd pushed me too far.
"Oh baby," he said and made me stand up. I heard elastic and rubbed my thighs together. He pulled down my PJs now.
"Feel free to continue to watch," he offered.
"I hope I don't," he yanked me down onto his cock. "Distract you."
I sucked in a needy breath. He spread my legs and lifted me up slightly. He thrusted up into me. I was panting. The way he let me do no work, and used me for his pleasure, it was so tantalizing.
"Wow, you're so perfect," he moaned as he fucked me. He went so deep. My fingers crept toward my clit.
"Oh Timothée," I gasped needily.
"I thought you were watching your movie," Timothée tittered.
"I, fuck, I am," I said, fighting urge to lay back against him and bask in the pleasure. He chuckled into my neck. He was always a mix of cocky and praising.
"Oh, fuck Timmy," I moaned under my breath.
"Wow, fuck you're so perfect. You take me so well," he said in a strained voice. I didn't know how he didn't tire of holding me up and impaling me over and over again.
"I-I treat you right?" I asked.
"So right, my cock has never felt so good. It's like you were made for me, made for my cock to fit perfectly in that gorgeous pussy," he praised me. I ripped his hands off me. I began to bounced and he sighed with desperate relief.
"Oh, oh, oh!" I cried out.
"Thought you were focused, fuck, fuck, fuck, on the movie," he spluttered.
"Well now I'm focused on jumping your bones," I gasped, and rode him for all I was worth.
"You really know how to ride a cock," he praised.
"Timothée you're so deep," I whined.
"You're really good at this, ha! Ahhh!" He cried as I switched up the direction of my hips.
"Yes, all for you," I babbled. "All for you and your monster cock."
"You're so damn tight! Holy shit! You gonna take my cum like a good girl? You gonna take my cum?" He demanded of me. His hand crept up to my throat and he squeezed while I bounced.
"IT FEELS SO GOOD!" I wailed and my orgasm unexpectedly overwhelmed me. I was shaking as I slammed down on his cock.
"I bet it does baby girl, damn," he purred and suddenly his semen was pouring into me. Rope after rope as he nuzzled his face into my hair and he choked me. I was dizzy as I fell back against him.
I was cum filled, sweaty, and worn out. His cock was still in me, but dribbles of cum came leaking out of me. Timothee massaged my breasts while watching the trickle avidly.
"Thanks for jumping my bones," he whispered with a smirk.
