Emilys POV
My boyfriend just got done performing. I'm waiting backstage, in his dressing room.
"Emily..." Niall whispers in my neck.
"Hey Ni." I say happily.
"Can I like rip off your clothes?" Niall chuckles.
"Ni, in your dressing room?" you ask.
"Yeah fuck me hard. Right here." He mumbles into your neck.
"Okay," You say smiling.
You push him onto the futon and put on a "show" for him.
I slide off my sweat pants, and lucky me, I'm wearing my bright red lingire.
"That's sexy Em." Niall moans.
I take off my tank top. You tease him by sitting in his lap, in a straddle. You kiss him and put your tongue in his mouth.
He pulls off.
"Stop fucking teasing me." He says and slides off your panties.
He lines your jaw line with kisses, stopping every once in a while to suck a minute. He gets to your bikini line, and sticks two fingers in you, then scissors you.
"Uhh Niiii." You moan.
He gently kisses it when he is done, then shoves his tongue inside you.
You moan in pleasure. He moves his tongue perfectly, oh gosh.
He takes it out, then pulls off his pants and boxers.
Then he shoves his dick inside you, you wince a little.
You dig your nails inside his back. This makes him moan loudly.
"Emily...oh fuck me harder." He moans.
You let him go faster and harder, which hurts terribly.
"Shit Ni." you moan.
"I'm gonna release I've gotta stop." He pants, then pulls out.
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