"Please," I mumbled down at him, "I could use it inside of me, please," I begged.
The last part brought a smile to his face. I felt his tip on my leg as he pushed further in between my legs. He probably loved when they begged.
Saliva was left all over my body as he kissed and licked me thoroughly. "Mm," he moaned into the crook of my thigh and abdomen, "fast and hard? So you can scream my name so loud fans hear and tape us?"
The last part was supposed to disgust me, but it only intrigued me. I would normally hate anyone knowing that I have sex, but for some reason I would be completely okay if a sex tape from tonight was released.
I managed out a weak, "yes, please."
A soft and warm tip was pushed inside of me slowly.
"Yes, please, Daddy," he demanded.
In the state of mind and intoxication I was at, I repeated him and earned a big thrust from him.
My finger tips dug into his back as he rolled his hips into mine at first. Claw marks began to form on his back when gentle rolling turned into brutal hip smashing, soft moans turned into loud screams and the light sound of skin touching turned into harsh slaps.
Each time I arched up, Remington's lips came down in the center of my chest and added on to the large hickey. It was the size of a closed fist by the time we were done and faintly ached.
Our sex might have been over, but he was far from finished with me. His now warm hands slid up and down my thigh for a while before they worked the remainder of my orgasm out and tried to push for another.
All of this extra work earned him another orgasm, loud moans, a soft scream of his new name, and the ride of my life.
I have been slacking... I need to write more stat.. but I've been really busy and I'm exhausted. Updates may be slow or half hearted. This may be the first time in almost 4 months of starting this that I may fuck up my upload schedule. I'm sorry if that happens, guys. I have been full to the brim on shit recently.
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My Sweetness
Fanfiction• Remington × reader • "He caught them and gave a small pout. 'Am I not worthy enough to be your art without any clothes?' He batted his eyes at me and tried to repress a smile as I showed him the bathroom."