AMP Oneshots * REQUESTED*

Chris

*When they apologize for embarrassing you *

" My girl got great head"

Is what he said right in front of you to his friends.

It was a Saturday evening, and Chris wanted to unwind with his friends of AMP. Dealing with the move into your new home and a new job, you decided to join him.

The game you two were playing started to get a little bit out of hand until he got too excited and talked out the side of his neck and told his friends about what you did in the bedroom.

Everyone thought it was funny and didn't realize you became very uncomfortable and left the mansion without them knowing you were gone.

Chris was so comfortable with telling his friends everything that he forgot you were sitting right there and felt fucked up when you told him what he said.

" I love you."

You loved him too, and by the look in his eyes it was intentional at all for him to embarrass you.

" Do you always talk about our bedroom activities?" You asked as he rubbed up and down your thigh.

" No. Only what I do, but that was the first time I ever said something about you."

You nodded your head slowly.

" Chris, I don't like it when you even talk about yourself in bed. You slipped up and I don't know how I'll be able to trust you with anything."

Chris shifted himself in bed and cradled himself in between your thighs looking at you.

" You can trust me baby. What do you want me to do to make it up to you? I don't want you mad at me."

You bit your lip, you smile forming on your face at the thought of him going down on you. But you wanted him to beg for it.

You stopped smiling and shrugged knowing that you didn't want him thinking of what you were up to.

"Ill see to that apology tonight."

-

Chris liked his sleep.

But this particular night was different, considering he couldn't breath.

Something cut off both his airways, and he quickly shot awake moving the obstacles that was blocking his ways to breathe.

He looked up, and saw your bare ass glazed with baby oil and a goofy smile on your face.

He immediately called down.

" Fix your face nigga it's just me."

He slapped your ass with one hand and looked at you, able to breathe again.

" I'm ready for my apology. "

He looked to see you wearing a silk flower robe with nothing on underneath. You smelled so good and you looked to have just came out of the shower.

" Cmere baby."

He grabbed you. His dick on brick and you already waiting to sit on it as you mouth watered.

He placed you back on his face gently, and you felt the warmth of his thick wet tongue sliding against your slit.

" Oouu." You moaned, and you were soon riding his face.

Chris squeezed your ass, slapped in and didn't care about his knowing how to breathe, he just wanted you to ride his face and get nasty with it.

" Shit. You is sorry. " You purred.

He sucked your pearl, looking right up in your eyes with low lustful eyes.

You threw your head back, feeling your juices run out of you and onto his lips and tongue.

With a quickness, Chris turned into a demon. He sat you on his dick, locked his arms around your thick thighs and moved upward. You had to stay still for it all because he was doing all the work. He had to apologize after all.

" Faster baby, please."

Chris locked up his calfs and went full speed into your wetness. You shot out juices everywhere, yelling like a maniac as he hit your spot one too many times.

" Fuck!"

You knew that sound and knew he was about to come himself. He didn't let you go as he went faster and than shot a fat load inside of you allowing you to catch your breath.

That couldnt be the same Chris from the other night. The sweet, wholesome gentle Chris that took his time with you and made love to you.

" Damn, i should get mad at you more often." You said, causing him to laugh.

" Im sorry baby. I hope i showed it better than i could tell you."

You bit you lip, and noticed he still had a hard on.

You took advantage of it, placing yourself back on top of it watchinf his face stiffen with satisfaction.

" I want you to show me again." You said, bouncing yourself on him.

When you were mad, he knew it would be a long night of making up.