Info - needy Timothée, whipped PDA, oral (male receiving), cum swallowing kink, public smut
"Baby please," I whispered. My grandfather was telling a story and I was trying to listen.
"I want you so badly," he moaned. He'd taken one look at me in my new dress and told me he just had to have me. However, we'd been late already as it was.
"Timothée," I whined. He was so hard to resist. He put my hand in his. I thought it was sweet at first, but then he moved my hand to his crotch. I felt the way he throbbed in his pants.
"Oh good Lord," I mumbled.
"See," he whimpered. "I'm so attracted to you that it hurts. When you bent over earlier I wanted to grab your hips and bury my face in your ass."
"Tim-"
"I'm addicted to you," he gasped. "I'm so fucking horny oh my fuck."
He was breathing heavily. He sounded desperate. His hands were roaming over my thighs.
"Please," he said in a guttural voice. He squeezed my skin and his nails dug into me. He rubbed my clit over my panties.
"Mmmmm, ohhhh, fuck," I gripped the table harshly.
"I can't get enough of you. I could live off you. I could live off the taste of your lips and your cunt. I want to be home. I want to slide myself inside that snug, perfect pussy."
"You have to stop," I panted. I was soaking my panties.
"Please, a quickie in the bathroom, or-"
"Oh, Timothée," said my grandfather. I was blazing with embarrassment. My family already thought he was too touchy and obsessive over me. "Did you want to add to the conversation?"
"Just saying how thankful I am for my girl. Isn't she just the most lovely thing in the world. She's a feast all on her own," he said as he let his eyes sweep up and down over me and played with my hair.
"Men these days, so brazen," my grandfather grumbled.
Timothée winked at me. He definitely loved pissing off my family with how in love we were. I was tempted to take him to the bathroom and blow his mind, but I had an idea he may like even better.
I pretended to drop my fork and I dove under the table. I rubbed Timmy's bulge and I heard a clattering of utensils. I heard my boyfriend swear under his breath. Someone asked if he was okay and he brushed them off.
I unzipped his expensive pants and took in a huff of his scent. Even his cock smelled amazing. I noticed the glossy precum staining his boxers.
I smirked at his throbbing length. I pulled down his underwear. His cock was bobbing with lust. I gathered him into my mouth. I began to gag on his length.
"Oh f-fuck," he stuttered. I watched him slap a ringed hand over his mouth. His hips jerked forward. He was using all his strength not to completely face fuck me.
I jerked the base of his dick hurriedly. My tongue swirled around his head. He was making muddled noises of need. I sucked for all I was worth.
"Timothée are you okay, you look stressed?" Someone said. I let my nails dig into his thighs as I yanked him forward. I guzzled his precum down. I knew he was struggling to speak.
"I c-can't, I fffff," he was nearly going nonverbal from pleasure. He was burning hot as I caressed his balls. I felt him throbbing intensely and I knew he was about to lose it.
"Oh my fuck!" He hissed and his load of cum began to shoot down my throat. His balls contracted as rope after rope filled me up. He possessively placed his hand on my neck as he always did. He loved feeling me swallow his essence. His thumb caressed as I gulped.
"Sorry," I said when I popped up. "I must've stepped on his foot, right baby?"
"Yeah," Timothée said dreamily. He kept his hand on my stomach, rubbing it. He was always so touchy after head, knowing his sperm sat inside me.
"Nice meal?" He asked smugly after a few minutes.
"Best I've ever had," I replied, and covered his hand with mine, rubbing as well.
"You're so fucking hot."
"So are you," I winked back.
