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"F-fuck," I moaned as his nails ran down my back. He'd been teasing me all night at this party and I was soaked. His cock's head was only just nudging my entrance and every time I tried to whine and push back onto it he backed away. He was awful.
"You're a needy little pet, needy for the biggest dick in Hollywood," he cooed. He kept caressing my arched back.
"Do you have any idea how long I took to get ready for this event?" I growled.
"The soaking, the massaging, the shaving, the exfoliating and moisturising, not to mention the hours of makeup and hair. All for you to rip of my dress so the buttons flew off and make my new panties soak through and then wreck my hair by pulling on it!"
"Yet it's worth it to get dicked down by a celebrity isn't it," Timothée teased. I huffed impatiently.
"Get it over with," I whined. I could feel the wetness gathering between my thighs. I rubbed my legs together.
I felt him teasingly swipe his fingers through my slick. He moaned as he tasted me.
"You're so fucking cocky, you get off on this," I snapped.
"Alright, if you wanna have an attitude," Timothée shrugged. He pulled the tip of his cock away.
"Noooo," I moaned in frustration.
"Then admit you like me being a fuck boy. You enjoy me being a bit of an ass to you, because you get a rush. You like knowing I could have anyone and I picked to fuck you," he crooned.
"Fine," I muttered.
"No, no, I want to hear it," he said pleasantly.
"Timothée..."
"I need to hear these words so I know it's real," he said with a wide smirk.
He pulled a cigarette out of his dropped pants while I contemplated his proposal. Fuck, he really did look good. His hair was mussed, his body immaculate, and he'd chosen me out of everyone at the event. I knew I wasn't the only one he'd sleep with tonight, but there was something special about being chosen first. I couldn't deny I liked the feral light in his eyes when he'd first saw me.
"Caving?" He asked me, as he lit up.
"I like that you're a fuck boy," I whispered.
"What else?" He chuckled.
"I like that you could have anyone and you pick me," I said, shame heating my skin.
"Was that so hard," Timothée simpered.
"Shut up you-"
I was cut off by him slamming his cock deep inside me. I gasped wildly, feeling the pressure in my stomach. He pushed me down, trapping my arms behind my back. He began to rail me.
My mouth was muffled by the bed. I was already tearing up from intense pleasure. He was casually smoking, looking like a disinterested Casanova as he snapped his hips.
"Fuck, fuck," I moaned into the blankets. My hands were gesticulating and grasping at the air. He was grunting in bliss as he smoked his cigarette. He didn't even seem to notice when warm ashes fell on my back. The pain just increased my lust.
Why did I like that he didn't care? Why did I enjoy being his little fuck toy? Why did it seem like the highest honour for him to put his dick inside me.
"That's a good cock sleeve," he groaned as he laid pipe. He was biting his lip and flipped his curls out of his eyes. He deserved to be cocky, he was like a God.
"You like being the pet of a fuck boy?" He purred. He bent over me, his balls slapping at me. I was panting.
"You let me wreck you whenever I want, all those ruined dresses," he chuckled. He was nearly growling as he pumped inside me. His hands were rough and aggressive on my skin.
"Beg me to kiss you," he rasped. I could hardly breathe correctly.
"K-kiss me, please," I pleaded. He yanked me up by my hair. He turned my head so we were making out. His fingers rolled my sensitive bundle of nerves.
My legs were shaking. He held me up, moving his whole body in a roll to get as deep as possible.
"Chalamet," called one of Timothée's friends from the door. He and I being caught fucking was not unusual. It was a hazard of the hobby at this point.
"Can I get a go next?" Asked the guy with a smirk.
I rolled my eyes. I knew Timothée didn't care who I fucked as long as I made myself available for him when he needed me. I wanted to snap at him, that he knew how Timothée was.
"No," growled Timothée. His hands protectively covered my tits. I was as shocked as the guy seemed.
"Where's the heartless Timothée gone?" His friend asked, half as a joke. Timothée pulled Out and whirled me around. He held me close to him, not letting any more of my body be on display.
"She's off limits now," Timothée said confidently.
"Getting soft on us?" His friend asked nervously.
"She's OFF limits," he barked. The friend left quickly, probably afraid more girls would be off limits soon.
"Since when do you care?" I gasped as he picked me up. He laid me down on the bed. He took another drag of his cigarette, and smirked. He spread my legs so my cunt was bare for him again.
"Maybe I've grown fond of you," he winked.
"Really?" I asked with pathetic hope.
"Maybe," he said again and began to fuck me again.
