A dream I had about Chris Evans deflowering me.
Chris was mad. Highly pissed with me but he was trying not to act too swiftly. He told me to come stay with him while we about to leave and get on the bus with everyone else but I didn't want to listen to him so I wondered around some more. He calmly warned me with a firm voice. Still it didn't change my attitude. Finally deciding to look at the undergarments, my eyes searched for some new pretty panties.
"Olivia, come here." Chris demanded. His voice took the base of a command almost pulling me from my spot but I was being bad.
Picking up a pair of panties, I ignored Chris's warning and glanced over a few more. He was coming closer, his presence demanded to be felt, making my knees go weak. Still, I paid him no mind.
"Olivia. Don't make me." He said next to me. His eyes were hard on me but he didn't make any movement to touch me.
"You're crazy Chris. You wouldn't dare throw me over your shoulder." I stated eyeing him. He always said that if I was going to act like a brat, he was going to punish me like the brat I was. At the moment he look mouthwatering. His white shirt clung to his upper torso and arms. A wild but in shape beard adored his face making his normal clean cut look, turn into a rugged man. His face was screwed tight with promise.
"You think I'm crazy huh. I'm finna show you crazy." Chris said before tossing me over his shoulder. A maddening blush blossomed over my face as I felt cool air under my skirt.
"Chris!" I cursed out lightly already embarrassed by the nosy onlookers. His hand popped my butt hard and then he adjusted me on his shoulder. My fingers quickly found the fabric of his shirt and grasp tightly. My arousal seeping through my panties.
"I need a dressing room now." Chris said to the worker that had come to see what was happening.
"Sure, no problem." She said before walking off towards the dressing room.
"Chris, baby please." I begged lightly as he marched in that direction. He was silent. One of his hands behind my thighs tightened causing a small moan to rip from my throat. I was doomed, Chris was mad and he was about to show me how mad.
The lady gave us a room quite far down from the others. No one would walk back here.
"Enjoy." She said before briskly walking off. Chris shut and locked the door. Sliding me down his front, his fierce eyes met mine. Placing my hands on his chest, I tried to slowly his roll.
"Hands down." He growled yanking me hard against him. I shook my head as my insides creamed themselves.
Grabbing my chin, his lips were on mine, but not a second later his lips were gone.
"What did i just say?" He asked and my hands slowly fell away. But not before a sly roll of my eyes. His nose flared as his eyes darken. Spinning me around he walked me to the high table in the room. Bending me over the table, my skirt flew up as my panties were ripped.
"You know daddy tried very harder not to punish his sweetness but now you leave me no choice." He growled in my ear before sinking in to me. Stretching me wide.
My hands grabbed to edge of the table as Chris began to rock into me. Placing a hand in my hair he yanked me up to see the mirror in front of us. Chris's red face was determined to make me beg him to stop.
"Ahh, shit Chris!" I bit out as his hips swirled into mine. My feet graced to floor as he rocked with me.
"No sweetness. Not my name." He said bottoming me out. My toes curled at the sensation and my body warmed. He was a caveman as he pounded me from behind.
"Daddy please!" I said as my orgasm approach me quickly. He didn't back off, instead his pounding got heavier and the sounds of skin slapping echoed loudly around the room.
"No you are being punished. Daddy can't believe you were acting like a little brat." He said pausing. My heart pounded in my chest as my eyes met his. Standing up straight he wrapped his fingers tightly on my hips. His pelvis flexed harshly as he rammed into me. The pleasure and the pain had me gasping for air. "What have you been today sweetness?" He asked staring at me hard.
"A bad girl." My eyes still couldn't drag away from his body as he rammed himself into me over and over again. Suddenly my orgasm burst forward and my wetness dripped down my leg. Grunting he pounded away with out stop causing me to muffle a scream and try to wiggle away from him.
"Oh no." He said pulling out and lifting me. Pressing my back against the mirror wall next to us, he slid back inbetween my folds. He grinded into me roughly causing friction on my clit from his pelvis. My legs started to shake as he banged me into the wall. My moans were loud and free. And I was sure to whole store could hear Chris deflowering me.
