i hope i die first // c.s

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•6:54pm
i put on the sluttiest dress i could find in my closet, i was never one to wear skin tight short slutty clothing, so i was shocked i even found something. definitely something new..

the dress went down to just below my butt, showing off ass and my small tits. i look into the mirror seeing the outline of my panties, which annoyed me. without thinking i took them off, the only thing hiding me was the black silk cloth of the dress.

when chris walked in, his slight smile turning into shock, his jaw opening, he stood in place, before a big goofy smile appears. "baby, you look-"

"guess it's a shocker for me and you both." i say with a small, chris face was rosy pink, i can feel the hunger in his gaze, his eyes drifting to my ass then to my breast. he walks closer, his hands interlocking mine.

"so beautiful, and all mine." his hand leads to my cheek, his other hand still in mine as he leans in for a gentle and caring kiss.

he pulls back then going for my neck, leaving gentle wet kisses sending shivers down my spine.

"so pretty.." he whispers against my sensitive skin.. "so prefect.." he whispers again. "so so gorgeous.." he continues whispering into my skin continuing his wet kisses along my neck.

"cmon.. you need to get ready chris." he stops kissing my neck whining and pouting, his hands on my hips pulling me closer as he hugs me. he rest his hands on the small of my back nuzzling his face in the side of my neck.  "but i need you more.." i drop silent, smiling to myself, feeling the wetness between my thighs, reminding myself i have absolutely nothing on under this dress.

"i love you.." he whispers, rubbing his thumb on my back. i only giggle knowing what he's trying to do. "not gonna work babe, cmon go get ready so i can finish getting ready." he pouts like the baby he is. "but you already look perfect.. why get ready anyways? just skip the party and i can keep you here.. with me. think about it, the two of us and a bed."

"you know we can't skip a tara yummy party." he rolls his eyes. "tell her your sick and i'm taking care of you.. please i need you baby.. so fucking bad." i shake my head. "your horny ass can wait til later tonight." he playfully scoffs before walking out knowing i won't change my mind.

i sat at my vanity putting my makeup on, spraying perfume, putting on a necklace and earrings to match, doing my hair.. you know all that fun stuff. once i was ready i grabbed black heels to match the dress and found chris at the kitchen counter.

"just looking at you in that dress gets me all worked up. i've never seen you be such a little slut. i know you can we have sex.. but never style.. this isn't you and i love every bit of it."

"i-i i don't know what to say.." he chuckles. "a thank you would be nice." "thank you." he nods before giving me a gentle and quick kiss. "you're so welcome."

the rest of our friends come down with their jaws hanged open. "you really went all out didn't you?" matt starts the conversation. "gotta when it's a tara yummy party."

"you look like a slut, maybe a hooker even." madi adds in with a giggle i join in on the giggle. "more like a stripper.." nick mutters to himself. "nicolas, did you just call my girlfriend a stripper?" he shrugs, "maybe."

once the ubers comes, there was only 6 seats but 7 of us. so of course i had to sit on chris's lap. he sits in his seat, with a smirk. "cmon come sit on daddy's lap." he says loud and proud, jokingly.

"is there any way i could sit on the floor?" i ask after he said that giggling, everyone said no.

i sat on chris's lap leaning back, his arms instinctively wrapped around my waist, kissing my neck a few times. "your perfume smells good, you just smell good always." i felt his dick harden under me only making me even more wet, i really had to be careful about my body's reactions right now.

his hand goes to my thigh, and my heart goes up as he keeps giving me tender kisses on the neck, his fingers go a little higher on my inner thigh, just right under my dress.

but it gets higher, he's right before my heat. "are you really not wearing panties, reece?" he whispers in my ear. my breathe hitches.

before i could answer in finger teases my entrance, i stopped breathing entirely. "breathe love.." he reminds me before slowly letting his middle finger inside of me, tried to hold back a moan, chris sees me struggling. "you can't make noises baby.. they'll know i'm making you feel so good."

as soon as chris's finger hits my g-spot he adds a second finger, curling them. "you're so wet and tight." he whispers in an almost strained voice.

he plumps he pulls his fingers out a little bit before plumping them back in, hitting all the right angles. his movements going teasingly slow.

"please.." i whisper and whine. "please what? use your words love." he whispers. "faster.." i reply. "so needy.." but yet he obeys my wishes by plumping his fingers in and out of me faster, but yet still hitting the good spot every time sending me over the edge.

chris feels me clench around him, my stomach turning. "you close baby?" he asks in a seductive tone. i nod, trying to keep the noises down as i shift on his lap. "cum on my fingers.." he whispers in my ear, that's where i couldn't take it anymore, i bit my lip as i release trying not to make a sound.

chris withdraws his fingers, sucking them clean. "you taste amazing." he says with a cocky grin.

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