THUGGIN TO LOVIN || T.K

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗧𝗪𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗬-𝗦𝗜𝗫

"I promise to always be by your side. Or under you. Or ontop of you."
—
Alexa Sinclair

Tom tossed the coconut oil on the bed, unbuttoning his suit. I unzipped the back of my dress, the front flapping forward. I stood up, he watched as it dropped to my feet.

His eyes sparkled with excitement, seeing my set. I took a step closer to him, closing our distance. I slowly began to unbutton his shirt.

I reached the last button, tugging it out of his dress pants. I moved onto his tie, loosening it so I could pull it over his head.

"You're so beautiful." He whispered, placing his hands on my hips. I stood on my toes, brushing my lips against his... this kiss, was like non other, it wasn't fast paced.

It was slow and sensual, and nothing like i'd ever experienced from him before.

He turned me around, my lower back pressing against the desk.

I held onto his neck, as he lifted me off of the ground, my thighs around his hips.

I went for his pants, slowly pulling down his zipper, I slipped my hand in through the hole, palming him through his boxers.

"You're so warm." I mumbled, staring up at him with parted lips.

I received a half tipped smile, his lips scouring down my neck. I didn't doubt myself this time, going in past the material, he still wasn't fully hard yet.

I gently stroked his cock with one hand, feeling it grow in my grasp, it was deafeningly quiet, his quite rumbles were the only thing filling up the atmosphere, i'd gotten a little better at it.

I felt my stomach hollowing out while he went to unclasp my bra, and I knew he has the exact thing to fill it.

Oddly enough, it didn't feel scary anymore.

"Take me to the bed." I wanted everything to go smoothly tonight, even though I knew it probably wouldn't.

I'm designed for disaster.

Tom picked my ass up, doing as I said, he laid me down on the midst of the california king bed, he climbed ontop of me.

I scooted up, my head plopping down on the pillows, he took his wallet out of his back pocket, opening one of the flaps.

He took out a condom, some money flying amiss and landing on my chest.

"Making me into a prostitute are you?" I giggled, taking the hundreds off of my chest.

Tom laughed, taking them from my hand, he placed the hundred dollar bills on the headboard, and tossed his wallet.

He cradled my face, coming back down, I finally unbuttoned his pants, pulling them off with my feet. I arched my hips upward, as Tom slid my underwear off and pushed my thighs apart.

He went to my bra, attempting to find the clasp, his brows furrowed in confusion.

"It unhooks in the front." I informed, undoing it myself. My breasts came free, begging for his attention, he didn't waste a second, one hand in between my legs, cupping my heat.