I Can't Make You Love Me (Justin Bieber Fanfiction) (BWWM)

chapter 8

I'm roused from my sleep by Justin's lips pressed against the sliver of my spine, pecking the trail all the way up to the curvature. I feel the breeze on my skin, and sheets that are tangled up between my legs. I stretch my arms over my head, releasing a cathartic yawn.

"Mhmmm, wonder why are you so tired?" Justin leans into my shoulder with a facetious grin.

"Maybe because I was fucked the shit out of. You act like you've been deprived for 10 years" I raise an eyebrow as he just shrugs innocently.

"Good Morning baby girl" his head leans into me quickly pecking my lips. But I couldn't resist in deepening it. I wrapped my hands around his jaw bringing him impossibly closer to myself. I wanted to feel his skin emanate the warmth I fell accustomed to, I heard that hitch in his breath as I swirled my tongue against his, and felt the vibrations of his growl as he attacked my lips.

He traveled his lips against my jaw to my neck; the bed sheets were quickly removed from in between my legs. I felt his hands slide up my body following my curved indentations. His lips wrapped around my peaked nipple as his other hand slid to my wetness.

"Damn, baby you are soaked" He whispered more to himself than me. I whimpered in agreement, I noticed that the more responsive I was, the likely hood of him reacting faster, rewarding me with body shattering orgasms.

His fingers slipped between my lips gathering the slickness of my lust, circling my clit while sucking on my nipple. I rolled my eyes at the combined feeling, it felt as if my nipple nerves were connected to the sparks of heat I felt between my legs, I felt wetter as his suckled harder on to my breasts. I couldn't have one coherent thought, I had a mission, and that was to get him to fuck me. That was what my subconscious was solely concentrating on. A part of me erased any common sense I had left and only Justin what was consuming my mind, body, and soul.

I arch my back as his ministrations became harder and faster, my lips became slick with wetness, as I felt myself leaking on the inside of my thighs, Justin pulled my nipple through his teeth as I groaned out expletives, the amount of pleasure he was giving me with his mouth alone, would put me over the edge.

I felt Justin's lips move their way back up to my jaw as he kissed alongside before pulling my earlobe making this guttural sound that was embedded from my throat to come out.

"You like it when I touch you like this" he whispered into my ear, I felt his breath send shocks throughout my body. I just nodded so he could bring me closer to the overwhelming feeling of an explosion.

"You like when Daddy rubs your pussy" he dragged his tongue along the side of my face. I was instantly wetter from Justin talking to me in such way; it was so erotic to hear him talk so dirty. I liked it, I more than liked it; I loved it. It created this person inside of me. This alter ego if you will, I craved Justin, I wanted more, and I wanted it all.

"How about when I fuck you with my fingers, huh baby? Tell Daddy what you want," He demanded in such a tone that made me feel so docile.

"You want my tongue, my cock" his hips purposefully grinded into me causing me to buck into his.

"Please" the hoarseness of my voice was thick with want, I was begging. I needed him.

"I asked you want you want, don't make me ask you a third time." He warned.

"I want your dick, Daddy" my voice was dripping of lust, I saw his eyes widen, and the rest of his motions were a blur as he turned me around, facing me on my knees with my ass up in the air and my face against the bed.

His large hand came down swiftly on my ass cheek leaving the echo of its sound.

"You love it when you are knees, ass on display, I can see everything" I felt his finger travel from the beginning of my slit to the end of my ass crack.