Dirty Imagines... NeymarJr

Imagine 17

"Neymar, this whole night was amazing, thank you so much." I thank him.

"You know I'd do anything for you amor,"

Suddenly, Neymar stretched his arm out across the table and connected his hands with mine. I blushed feeling like an idiot as he smirked at me.

"Sorry to interrupt, but here is your receipt sir." Our waiter suddenly appeared.

Way to ruin the moment.

Neymar broke hands with me and glared at the waiter as he signed the receipt.

While his head was down, the waiter bent down and whispered in my ear, "You look beautiful tonight,"

Ew. I pretended to choke and caught Neymar's attention.

"Filho de puta! She is mine! You are not allowed to look, touch, even breathe near her! Here take the damned receipt!" Neymar snapped throwing the receipt onto the ground.

I have to admit, angry Neymar is also sexy Neymar. I stared at him with a naughty smirk.

"Let's go." He grabbed my hand before I could react and led me out of the resturuant muttering curse words under his breath.

He quickly opened the passenger door of his new white Ferrari for me and I stepped inside non-hesitantly.

Once he got into the drivers seat, I expected him to start the car, but instead he just sat there.

I turned to look at him, but his face was rock solid and emotionless.

"Ney?" I ask him as if I were breaking a trans.

"Yeah,"

"What's wrong?"

"I just wanted to have one perfect night with my Princess, just one. I can't even have that!" He exclaimed in frustration.

"Ney, tonight was perfect. The food, the atmosphere, I couldn't ask for more. You made me feel like your Princess and I'm so thankful for that." I confess.

He turned to face me and, without a warning placed his lips on mine passionately.

His tongue asked for permission and I so kindly granted him to explore my mouth. Obviously this turned into a heated make out session. His sublime kiss made me feel loved inside and out.

I broke the kiss shortly after it got heated because I ran out if breath!

"Oh Ney," I moaned. The feeling of his lips on mine excited me and I wanted more.

He leaned over to my ear and whispered, "Let's take this in the back where there's more space...." And bit my earlobe before pulling back.

Without saying a word, I quickly got up and switched to the back of the car, meeting that same pair of glistening hazel eyes still shining in the late afternoon sunset.

We kissed again, our tongues wildly involved.

He suddenly parted the kiss and moved to my neck while pulling me onto his lap for better reach.

"Oh Neyyy," I moan, bucking my hips on his lap. I did this on purpose as I felt his throbbing erection beneath me.

His hands explored up and down my tight black dress then rested on my hips as they moved.

"Fuck.. Baby," He moaned huskily while throwing his head back.

I take this chance to leave a hickey on his neck and tease him just as he did me.

"Hmm?"

"Don't tease me"

"But Ney, I want to ride your Poker,"

He was silent for a second before responding.

"I think he wants you to ride him too."

"But first, I have to play with him. He's not just gonna let me hop on."

He groaned in frustration as I slid down to his pants.

I run my hand down his shirt slowly until I reach his throbbing poker.

"Fucking tease," Neymar complained.

Catching him off guard, I slide my hand through his pants into his boxers, making his while body tense up.

"Fuck" He blurted

I took his length and twirled him around in my hands for a bit.

"If you're not going to ride me just say so, because your teasing is killing me." He complained.

I finally stopped twirling him around and came back up to his face.

"Why so impatient?" I ask, my mouth in the crook of his neck, and my hands in his solid abs.

He didn't answer.

"Not speaking?" I whisper seductively while kissing his neck.

"That's it." He suddenly grabbed my hips and laid me down on the seat, now he was on top.

"Two can tease baby," He said removing his pants completely.

"Can you take off my dress? Here I'll turn around for you." I ask on purpose, turning and laying on my stomach, my back arched.

"Meu deus," He said.

I felt his cold touch sooth my hot temperatured body. After the dress was removed I felt him throw it upfront.

"Neymar be careful with that!" I gasp

"Who cares, I wouldn't mind you walking around the house tonight in just a bra and panties, that is, if you can walk after we're done." He smirked.

"Naughty,"

"Sit up." He instructed. I did as told.

I ended up in his lap between his legs behind me, his back against the car door.

His lips attacked my neck as his hands moved down to my panties, but excruciatingly slow.

He started to finger me gently and slowly, but it felt good.

"Ney," I moan.

"Hm?"

But I couldn't respond. His fingers were doing all the talking.

"Oh my..." I shudder as he lets his fingers go deeper, and the fact that I can feel poker under me isn't helping!

"Feel that? That's how you were making me feel." He whispered kissing on my neck.

"So tight, and wet my princess."

Just as I was about to respond, there was a knock on the windshield.

"Shit" We both say at the same time.