𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 | 𝘑𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘒𝘭𝘦𝘪𝘯

✰ 21 ✰

"Please."

SMUT WARNING !
if you are uncomfortable with this, skip until the warning ends (also marked)

Joost groaned at Maeve's plead. Without interrupting their make out, he managed to loosen the strings of her corset. He switched their positions to gain control and hastily opened the front of her clothes. Having Evie's main piece removed, she was left in only panties.

The Dutch man had to take a moment, simply admiring the grace of a woman lying in front of him. Joost was addicted to not only her, but also showing his love to her.

His suit joined her dress on the floor swiftly, revealing his tattoos, she loved them. Joost's boxers covered his private parts but barely left anything up to the imagination, much to Evie's delight.

He planted a sensual kiss on her lips, trailing down to her jaw and neck. His mouth continued down her chest where he spared time to each nipple. Sweet sounds escaped Evie at the gesture, music to her boyfriend's ears.

When Joost reached the waistband of her underwear, he hooked his fingers under the hem and began sliding them down her legs, painfully slowly. The strong eye contact between the couple almost made Maeve throw her head back in frustration.

Finally, he attached his mouth to her aqueous core, a pleased sigh falling from Evie's lips. Joost dipped his tongue inside her entrance, sucking on her clit with precise accuracy. The girl felt a knot form in her stomach. Her legs closed around his head, making Joost aware as well.

In the exact moment, he stopped. The edging caught Maeve off guard. She shot him a disapproving, questioning look. He smirked as his body moved up again to align with hers.

"Tell me what you want, liefje."

Maeve huffed impatiently: "You know what I want."

"I want to hear it from you", he stated,"What do you want, Eves?"

"You. Inside of me."

Those words were enough for him. Joost's underwear landed on the clothing pile whilst their bodies collided. No more questions asked, he buried himself inside of Evie's abdomen. The pair gasped and moaned in unison.

She adjusted quickly to his size and allowed Joost to move. His steady pace hastened as they chased their highs. Maeve enjoyed the feeling so much, she hated the thought of it ending fast. So, to drag out their climaxes, the Irish girl managed to push him down onto the mattress with all her strength.

Her boyfriend figured her intentions out and accepted his submissive state. She sunk up and down in her own speed, closing her eyes at the overwhelming fulfilment. Joost dazed at the sight in front of him. Watching Evie in the joyous light woke a tingling sensation in him.

Maeve's hips ground deeply and slowed as she finally peaked. A pornographic moan echoed through the room, sending Joost over the edge too. His low groan vibrated through her heated figure. Her legs shook violently whilst collapsing onto his bare front. The Dutch man held onto her tightly.

Panting, trying their best to calm their lungs from their actions, the two stayed in their position. Joost noticed the obvious tiredness of his girlfriend and pulled her off of him. With caution, the man cleaned her up and tucked her into the bed before divulging into the soft sheets beside her.