SMUT: Chris Pratt

"Good morning," he mumbles, rubbing her hair. He hardly ever wakes up before her, and today is no exception.
"Morning, babe," Anna says, staring Chris in the eye.
He holds his hand at the back of her head and she kisses his wrist.
"You slept well," he said, "had a good dream."
"I did?" Anna asks. Then the memories flood back. Of her dream. Her and Chris. On a boat. Having sex. "Shit."
"Hey, it's alright. We all have wet dreams of our husbands," he laughs.
She shoves his shoulder.
"Fuck you!" She giggles.
"Where are the kids?" Chris asks.
"At their grandparents, why?"
He looks at Anna. At how perfect she is. The absoloute beauty he sees in her. It is rare to find someone so beautiful.
"Woah, calm down, tiger!" Anna says, as her hand covers an erection, over the bedsheets.
They're lying next to eachother, and Chris can't hide his feelings very well.
"You want some help?" Anna asks.
Chris smiles.
He throws the bedsheets off both of them, rolling Anna so she's on top of him.
"I'll always want your help," he says, locking his lips with hers.
The two make out passionately, Chris' hands sliding down her back.
He slides his fingers down the back of her panties. She only wears that and her bra to bed, whereas he wears tight white boxerbriefs.
He cups an ass cheek in his hand.
"Oh, fuck," he moans. Anna licks his lips and down his beard. "Don't stop."
She gets to his chin and sucks on it, gloriously sucking his neck.
She gets to his chest and starts licking circles around the nipples.
"Down," he moans, grabbing her hair and pushing her down to his clothed erection.
She licks the underpants, just around his bulge.
He pulls her back up and the two once again make out, their movements seem to be in unision. Chris slides his tongue into Anna's mouth.
He rips her panties in half.
"Y'know, I'm starting to think you're just doing that because you can," she says, then kisses him again, before pulling off, "because that is the ninth time this week you've done that."
He smiles, rolling her over so he's on top.
He pulls his briefs down a little, so they're still covering his ass, but his erection is free.
"Anna," he groans, grabbing ahold of his member, "let me.make sweet love to you."
"Always," she says, grabbing his head and pulling him back down so their lips are once again connected.
Chris multitasks, fondling Anna's breasts, and pumping his cock hard.
Anna is either cold, or aroused, because her boob turns hard at Chris' touch. He let's go of his cock and puts his lips to Anna's belly button.
He uses both hands to fondle each breast intensively.
He starts licking and sucking his way down the stomach, and at the tip of Anna's dirty blonde pubes. His chin brushes over her clitoris.
"Oh, fuck, babe," she groans, holding his head.
He starts licking her pubic hair, and down, down to her vagina. He pulls a hand down, but leaves the other firm on Anna's breast.
He slides a finger inside of her, extracting a gasp from his lover. He adds his tongue in, swirling it around.
She holds him by the hair on the back of his head and forces him up and down. Sweetly licking and fingering the inside of his wife, he adds another finger.
"I can't take it anymore," she moans.
He feels her legs trembling, the walls pulsing.
He stops his fingers, yet leaves them still inside her. He ejects his tongue from her and crawls up.
"Okay," he says, his lips connecting hers.
He pumps his cock again. Their mouths make gurgly noises as they suck eachothers saliva.
She holds his clothed assq in her palms, feeling the crevice in between the cheeks.
Slowly and steadily, he slides himself into her.
"Fuck," she groans, pulling her arms back so she's on her elbows.
She licks her fingers; "everytime it seems to get bigger!"
She rubs herself, as he thrusts inside of her, deeper and deeper.
Slowly, he slides back out.
Their lips locked once again.
He thrusts back into her, faster. He slides all ten inches in, hitting her g-spot.
"Faster," she moans.
He complies, thrusting in and out. She rubs his stomach, feeling his impeccable abs. Then his biceps. He thrusts in and out faster and harder eliciting moans from his wife.
"You like this big dick don't you?" He asks, sucking on her lips.
She wraps her arms around his neck, moaning.
"Yeah, give me that dick." She says.
He thrusts harder, in a rhythmatic way.
In. Out. In. Out.
Everytime hitting her g-spot.
"FUCK!" He shouts in his husky, masculine way that always makes her wet, "you're so wet. I love fucking you raw."
"Yeah, you like this pussy," she says, moaning.
His thrusts become imcosistent. He's no longer consumed by love. He's raged with unforgiving lust. He wants- no, needs to ejaculate.
Her legs tremble once more, her walls pulsing around him.
"Cum in me, Chris." She moans, "I didn't marry the Star-lord so he'd pull out."
"I'm not ready yet," he says," and besides, you didn't marry a Star-Lord....you married a fuck machine."
He pounds into her, time and time again. She squirts out at him, moaning in fulfilment.
"Keep going," he groans, slapping her ass, sliding his hands under her thighs and raising her up.
He moans.
"Fuck yeah!" He shouts.
His dick starts pulsing and his thrusts become somewhat sloppy.
"FUCK YEAH!" He shouts loudly.
He cums inside her and, exasperated, he lies on her stomach.
His lips join hers as they once again start kissing.
"I fucking love you," he whispers to her ear. He slaps her ass, hard.
"I FUCKING LOVE YOU!" He shouts now.
"I love you, too," she says, "Peter."
"Chris," he say, "I'm Chris."
"Who gives a fuck," she says, pulling him close so they kiss once more.