I was sitting on my couch, feeling satisfied as I ate ice cream and flipped through pages of a magazine. Maxim; The Hot 100.
Cara Delevingne as number 10. Whoa, Katy Perry as number 3? I guess I can see why. I flipped another page seeing some girl as number 1. Candice Swanepoel. I let out a chuckle knowing my best friend thinks she's the hottest Victoria Secret model.
I was lost in thought until my phone started ringing. I accepted the call not caring who it was.
"Thanks a lot, babe." Justin said sarcastically. I think.
"What'd I do?" I groaned.
"I can't go swimming."
"And what do I have to do with that?"
"Well, let's see. You fucked up my back. It's still red, but I can't stay mad at you. It's hot. I can't swim with a shirt on, that's just... weird."
I smiled, thinking about last night. I really did scratch up his back. But it's not like I'm the only one with marks.
"But I could say the same to you. There's hickeys from my neck to my belly button!"
Yeah, Justin made a trail of hickeys down my body. There's about 10 hickeys with about half an inch in between each hickey.
"You can easily get rid of those. It's not like your going anywhere." I could tell he's smirking. "In fact, after I get home, you might be in bed for the next week."
With that he hung up. I knew what he was trying to say. I ran upstairs as quickly as I could. I pulled out a black lingerie. I changed into it quickly and pulled on a pair of sweatpants. I didn't care about putting a shirt on. I walked downstairs and sat back on the couch, waiting for Justin to come home.
Once the door was opened, I stuffed my face into the couch, pretending to sleep. I could feel Justin breath on my shoulder. My bra was unclipped and I took all my strength to not turn around. The straps were being pulled down and soon enough the bra was off my body. But I still didn't turn around.
"I know you're not sleeping." He whispered into my ear.
I still didn't move. I felt him turn me over and suck on my nipples. I whimpered and he chuckled. I opened my eyes to see his grin slowly turn into a smirk. He moved up to my ear again.
"You know, you've been a bad girl. You need a punishment." He pulled down my sweatpants, and saw what I was wearing. "Damn, my girl's naughty."
"You caught me." I said, biting my lip.
"Shit, don't bite your lip." His hands clawed into my waist.
But I didn't obey. Which made him throw me over his shoulders. He ran up the stairs quickly and I noticed he didn't have a shirt on. I stared at his back but it wasn't long before I was being thrown on our bed. My panties were being roughly pulled off and Justin quickly moved back, taking off his pants. He rubbed his crotch against mine, with his boxers still on.
"Take it off, Justin!" I said, groaning.
Justin pulled away, and ripped off his boxers. As soon as they were off, he slammed inside me, making me let out a scream. I moved my hands up to his back, but he pulled them away, pinning me to the bed. He thrusted fast and hard, not letting me moan by moving his lips against mine. I whimpered and curled my toes. I pulled my head away and my lips finally escaped his. I moaned and moved my head up, clenching my teeth on a decorative pillow.
Justin moved my body so that I was on my side, still thrusting. We were almost in a spooning position. His left hand was under my left boob and his right hand was over my stomach and under the left side of my waist. I could finally let out moans, and I let out everything that I had held in.
"Fucking fuck, Justin! Shiiit, mmm, ah- ahh, Justin!" I squeaked out.
His right hand moved from under my waist and made its way to my clit. He rubbed quickly and it just made pleasure. I screamed my moans. No doubt that the neighbors could hear everything. He added more pressure to my clit and I let out everything. Justin pulled out, pumped his dick, and came over my stomach.
He let out a breath and whispered, "Just wait for the next round."
