A Week in Paradise

Explosions

(Smut)

Dude was certainly fun to drink with. You decided not to get drunk, so you limited your alcohol intake so you could stay sober enough to hold a conversation with him.
"Normally I come here to get shitfaced, but I better not tonight," he said, stretching his back and putting down his beer. You laughed and sat your empty glass down. "We going anywhere after this?" he asked you. How the fuck could you say no? He had these eyes the color of sea glass behind his shades, and all night you felt safe in his presence, despite witnessing him obliterating the protestors with a shotgun earlier.
"We could go hang out at my place if you want," he said. He appeared to be oddly shy about asking you over.
"Of course," you said
"Kick ass," he smiled. "Just watch for dog shit, my dog Champ doesn't really care where he goes."

You arrived at his home, or what was left of it anyway. The shabby mobile trailer fit right in with the trashiness of Paradise. You didn't say anything about it though, nor did you really mind it.
"Welcome to my little humble abode," he joked. It was actually nicer inside than the exterior. Champ even let you rub his belly.
The two of you decided to watch a movie. He let you pick.
"Oh my God," he teased, "50 Shades?"
"Hey, I've been watching rom-coms all week, I need some variety," you argued.
"Whatever you say, princess," he chuckles, and you turn it on. Fuck, you wished he'd call you princess again sometime soon.

He hadn't seen the movie before, but knew what it was about.
"This Grey guy is psychotic," he said, "and I thought I was brain damaged."
"Yeah, he's not boyfriend of the year by a long shot, but at least he can give a good weinering," you joked, chortling at yourself.
"I'll give you a good weinering," he grumbled.
"What was that?" you teased.
"Nothing," he replied. Then the TV screen went red. The play room scene started playing. He watched intently, slowly leaning closer to the scene and taking it all in.
"Ooo, I want that," you said quietly to yourself.
"You do?" Dude said.
"Fuck, you heard that?!" you asked, startled and embarrassed. "I'm sorry, I just was thinking out loud and-"
He covered your mouth with his left hand, and with his right grabbed the remote and paused the movie.
"Don't be embarrassed, princess. I'd be more than happy to give that to you, if you'd like," he said, trailing his hand to your chin and lifting your face to meet his gaze. You didn't know what to say. Even though you'd only recently met, it felt so right. You managed to overcome your nerves and speak.
"Yes," you answered. "Yes...please."
He smirked and moved his hand to the back of your head.
"Manners don't really play an important role in my life, but I should probably be nice and ask," he began. "Can I kiss you?" The lump in your throat returned, but you fought it.
"Yes," you replied. Without hesitation, he bridged the gap between the two of you and pressed his lips onto yours. Dude wasted no time turning the first kiss into a rather sloppy make-out. You could taste the alcohol from earlier in his saliva, but it was tolerable, and only made you want him more. He pulled away from you, slightly panting and locking eyes with you.
"Another question," he said, "can I fuck the shit out of you?"
"Fuck yes!" you begged. That's all he needed to hear. He wrestled himself out of his coat and tossed it to the side before working in stripping you down. The business clothes you wore to work that morning proved to be no match for him, as he simply just ripped off your button down top and tanked down your pencil skirt. Only your bra and panties remained. You helped him out of his tee and jeans so that only his boxers stayed on. You admired his slender build, and eyed an auburn red happy trail of hair going down his stomach to his groin. Dude pushed you down onto his bed and kept kissing you all over, driving you mad. He was already getting hard, and you could feel his erection poking your inner thighs. Leaning up, he slid your panties off before looking at your pussy like a wolf eyeing it's prey.
"Fuck," he breathed, "I just knew all of you would be beautiful." He fumbled with your bra and unhooked it. "Wow."
"Your turn," you said, giving him a sultry look. He raised an eyebrow at you.
"Take em off," he demanded. You obeyed and slowly pulled the shorts off.

The rumors of tall, lean guys were true; his cock was big, some light hair around it and uncut. Dude could tell you were impressed.
"Well?" he prodded, waiting for your comments.
"I think I'm going to have some fun with this," you said. He brought your face up to his hard cock. You could see a very small amount of precum already.
"Suck on it," he growled, "I don't want you to stop until I say so, or at least until you can't breathe." You opened your watering mouth and let him shove his dick in, hitting the back of your throat. You gagged, choked, and gasped, yet it felt so nice, and you took in every inch. You looked up at him to see him throw his head back in pleasure and quietly moan.
"Ahh, fuck (Y/N), such a slut for me," he groaned. He kept fucking your throat. His dick had an odd taste to it, but it was cleaner than you expected it to be and you couldn't get enough of his soft moans and whispered curses. He yanked your head and took it out of your mouth.
"Lie down," he panted. You did what Dude said, and he hooked his arms under your legs and spread them wide after lubing you and himself up. Without warning, he thrusted into your pussy, making you cry out in surprise and in pleasure. He groaned and gnashed his teeth together.
"Shit, you better be on birth control," he growled, "there's no way I'm gonna be able to pull out of your tight cunt."
"Been taking the pill for over a month now," you said, gasping for air. "Cum anywhere you want, in me or on me."
"Will do," he chuckled, and he picked up his pace and started pounding you. The mobile home was certainly rocking back and forth now, and a chorus of loud moans and wet sounds filled the room. You felt Dude's cock twitch inside you every so often.
"Don't think I forgot about you, babe," he grunted, and he started rubbing circled around your clit. You almost screamed. It drove you insane. His dick hit every good spot in your vagina, and he was working just the right spot on your clit too. You felt you were going to explode at any minute. A tight knot formed in your insides.
"If you keep doing that, I'm gonna cum!" you screamed. He just chuckled.
"That's the goal, sweetheart," he teased, and he slammed his cock in even deeper. He let out a long moan and his eyes shut tightly.
"I'm gonna fucking fill you up, you little whore," he shouted.

You couldn't take anymore. You felt your muscles tense up and spasm as your walls clamped down on his penis and you experienced an explosive orgasm. Dude felt your pussy tighten up and it was just what he needed. With a loud "fuck!" and a few more sloppy thrusts, you felt his semen shoot out inside you. The warm fluid coated your inside and slowly dripped out. He didn't bother to pull out, and he sat your legs down and laid on top of you, careful not to crush you too hard.

"I told you I couldn't be able to pull out," he said, panting like a dog. His face and your were covered with sweat. You gave him one last kiss.
"You're gonna have to," you said with an endearing smile, running your hands through his hair, "I have to pee." He finally slid himself out of you. His cum leaked out of your opening and onto the sheets.
"Me too," he laughed. "Bathroom is after the kitchen. Don't worry about me. I'll just piss on a protestor." You grinned and shook your head at his humor.
"Hey," he hushed, looking at you.
"Yes?" you replied.
"I love you," he blurted out. You held him close to your body and wrapped your arms around him.
"I love you more," you swooned. "I think I can hold it for a bit longer, if you wanna just sit here."
"Perfect," he sighed, and he flopped back onto you. You giggled at his cute behavior and kissed the top of his head.

"I hope you'll make your piss break quick, I'm ready for round two."