The Host Club's Slut

C.11

So it was Thursday, and I was in my room, trying to figure out what I was going to wear for Mori.

I decided on white lace panties and a matching bra, figuring he probably loves innocent shit like that.

Sure enough, that afternoon, my first time over at his place, he lifted my dress up and smirked at my panties.

"Cute." He commented, and began taking the dress off. I remained standing after kicking off my shoes and socks, and watched as fingertips trailed over the material.

Then, suddenly, the pulled them tight against me, making me throb and let out a whine. My hands flew out to hold his biceps and steady myself, and he didn't let up, and I kept whining, moaning, trying to move my hips a little for some relief.

When he did let up, he took them off me, as well as my bra, and sat me on his bed, kissing my neck. His hand trailed down and began to rub me, soothing me.

After his lips trailed down to my boobs and gave my nipples some attention, his eyes met mine before claiming my lips for his own.

His tongue swirled in my mouth as two of his fingers plunged into me, and I tensed and cried out a little.

"Already so wet? Something tells me you like it to hurt..." he hummed and I moaned in response, then felt him add a third finger, stretching me.

"Please, Mori. Please, more." I loved how he turned me into a begging, moaning mess.

"More?" He asked and I nodded frantically. "Turn around. On your stomach."

I did as he said quickly, and he took a moment to prop my hips up. I could feel myself throbbing in anticipation, and let out a satisfied moan as he sunk in slowly, filling me to the brim.

Then, without warning, he began pounding into me hard and fast, and I almost screamed. He stopped me, though, his hand coming around and he put some fingers into my mouth.

I drooled all over them, still moaning, feeling the heat against me, and I still somehow wanted more.

"...'ori! 'Ore... mmmmore..." I said around his fingers.

"You're needy, aren't you, Ayako?" He hummed and pulled me up straight, then his hand that was in my mouth came down to assault my clit, rubbing hard and pinching it roughly.

I was sobbing in pleasure at this point, and I felt his other hand come up and gather my hair together, pulling it, forcing my head back so I was bending backwards in almost a C shape.

"Mori, I'm so close...!" I panted, and he just picked up the pace. "Please, please fill me!"

"You want me to fill you with my come?" He asked and I nodded. "Dirty. Filthy." He huffed and moved his lips and bit down behind my ear, surely leaving a mark.

I came with a scream he didn't have time to muffle, and not a second later, I felt him pouring into me, certainly filling me. When Mori pulled out, I certainly felt it leaking out as I turned and lied on his bed face up, catching my breath.

He went to get a washcloth, and I told him that before he cleaned me up, if he could grab my phone from my bag and take a few pictures. He did so, then cleaned me up, then lied beside me.

"You okay?" He asked and I smiled.

"Never better." I sighed happily, and let my fingers trace his jaw a little before pulling him into a kiss.

I loved how soft and careful Mori's kisses were. His arm came around to hold my waist, to pull me gently to him, and how his lips pressed so softly against mine. Even after all that rough fucking, his kisses made it seem like the last thing he wants to do is hurt me.