Justin Bieber : One Shot Clean and Dirty

Bet(Nick)

I had my 6 inch heels on. That’s all I had on. Justin and I made a bet to see who can spend a whole day without talking and I lost. So I have to do whatever he wants, whenever he wants, wherever he wants for 4 weeks. He told me to open the blinds and curtains so that the windows and patio doors weren’t covered. Our whole house was basically glass. Justin called me earlier to stay in the kitchen in only my red 6 inch heels and wait for him till he comes home today. I was looked at by many of our neighbors and I was embarrassed. Fucking Justin.

“Honey, I’m home!” Justin exclaimed, once he was in the house. I got up from my seat and walked over to him. “How was your day?” he asked. “Horrible, cause a package came today and I had to open the door…naked. I was looked at by many of our neighbors.” I told him and he smirked. “Well, that’s what you get for losing the bet.” he said.

“Now…lie down on the couch.” he said. That’s what I was afraid of. The living room had the most windows and glass. I lied down on the couch. He walked over to me removing his shirt and belt. He then spread my legs apart. “Justin…please don-“ “ I was cut off by his palm, palming me. I started getting wet. Really wet.

“Please what?” he teased. I was then sat up by him and he smirked. “Stand up.” I obeyed and stood up on my heels, which hurt my feet. He already had his jeans and boxers off, so he entered my ‘area’. “Fuck! Justin!” I screamed. He wrapped my legs around his torso and I started bouncing on him while we were standing up. “F-Faster…” I begged. Justin pushed me against the glass, patio slide door and started fucking me harder against it.

People could see us…cause the patio door gave a view of the park. “Justin!” I moaned. “Uhh!” I gasped out. He started fucking me harder. I dug my nails into his skin. “M-More.” I begged. “More of what?” he asked. “I want more of your dick, daddy!” I begged and he slammed into me harder and faster, causing my back to hit the glass with a big force. 

“Say my name.” he growled. I didn’t listen, cause I knew that I would say something more than just his name. He started to slow down, making me whimper. “Say my name.” he commanded. “J-Justin..” I moaned softly. “Louder!” he shouted, going deeper. “JUSTIN!!! Fuck! OH! YES! Justin!” I screamed. Yup, I knew it. My body started feeling sore, but still wanted more. He stopped. “N-No…please…don’t s-stop.” I begged. He smirked. “Too bad. I stop whenever the hell I want.” he growled. He let my feet touch the ground. 

I managed to stumble in my heels, back to the couch. I collapsed and tried catching my breath. Justin slipped on his boxers and walked upstairs. “Wh-Where are you going?” I asked. “You are staying right there. People are looking at you right now…and you can’t cover yourself.” he said, chuckling. I tiredly turned my head to the patio door and saw at least 6 people gathered by the glass door. I turned red. God dammit, this is embarrassing. 

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“That was fucking amazing.” I breathed out as Justin rolled off of me and next to me. We probably had sex at least six times today. “Did you like how I fucked you hard?” he asked. I felt myself get wet. “Y-Yes.” I moaned. He chuckled and leaned down to kiss ‘her’. “Goodnight.” he said. Oh hell yeah it was a good night.