Lance Tucker is a dick.
Sure, he's gorgeous. Talented. But he's also a cocky, arrogant, self-centered asshole. Yet, for some reason, you love him.
He'd somehow charmed you into a date. Which ended with the two of you fucking against a bathroom sink in some club. That led to a second date. And a third. All ending with fantastic, albeit, crazy sex.
Two years later, for whatever weird reason, you were still with Lance.
He hadn't changed much if you were honest. Still completely full of himself. Sure that he was God's gift to women, yet he'd remained faithful to you. You'd even moved in together.
But he still made you crazy. Nights like tonight for example. He'd gone out with his boys, promising to be home before it got too late. You should have known better, but here you were. 3 AM and no Lance.
Setting your phone down on the table, you groaned loudly and wrapped the blanket around you. The living room was silent except for the faint tick of the clock hanging on the kitchen wall.
You laid back, determined to be alert when he arrived, ready to give him hell for coming home so late. You didn't register the click of the lock and the closing of the front door.
Lance toed off his shoes and grinned like a kid at Christmas when he saw you on the sofa. He made his way quietly toward you, his hands now inching up your bare thighs under the cover.
"No...," you mumbled, irritated by him. You could smell the whiskey, and by the way his hands were traveling, you knew he had one thing in mind. "You're late."
He hummed a bit, never pulling his hands away. They brushed over your clothed cunt and he sighed softly. "Thought about this all night...," he slurred and you fought back a moan.
No way you were going to give in easily.
"Thought 'bout putting my mouth on you," he moaned, his thumb circling your clit. You silently cursed your body for betraying you when you felt the wetness beginning to gather. "Thought 'bout how your pussy tastes."
The moan slipped from your lips and you cursed yourself again. He chuckled low and lifted the blanket off of you. "These need t'go...," he sighed, tugging at your panties. You lifted your hips just enough, letting him slide them down.
So much for not giving in...
"Gonna make you cum," he hummed, lowering his face toward your core, "then I want ya to ride me. That sound good, hmm baby?," he asked, flicking his tongue over your clit and you nodded. "All I wanted...," he hummed against you.
"All night. Thinkin' about your cunt. Can't help myself, Sugar. It's so fuckin' sweet."
He sighed softly and buried his face, making you cry out. Your hands reached for his hair, tugging roughly and he released a filthy moan that went straight to your core.
"Daddy like it rough?," you teased and he nodded, humming low.
You rolled your hips against his face, already feeling your climax approaching. You could feel him smirk against you and you tugged again. "Don't get cocky, Fucker. I'm not there yet."
He looked up at you, his pupils blown. His long fingers pushed inside you, curling them just right and he laughed, watching you squirm. "Key word, Pretty Girl...yet."
His whiskey breath combined with the way he looked at you overloaded your senses. You hated it sometimes, that he was this damn good at everything. That he had this affect over you, that you'd give in, always.
"Be a good girl," he hummed, his tongue returning to your clit, "and fuckin' cum. Soak my face, baby. Show me how much you love it!"
You whined, your back arching. Nails dig into his scalp and he moaned obscenely. That was it, the dam broke and you came hard, screaming his name as he worked you through it.
He wasted no time, sitting up and shoving his pants down to his ankles. He roughly pulled you into his lap and tossed the tank top you were wearing to the floor.
"God damn," he sighed, his large hands squeezing your breasts, "I love it when you skip the bra, baby," he growled, latching his lips around your left nipple and sucking hard, making you cry out.
"Fuckin' fantastic tits," he praised, latching onto the right one, sucking just as hard. You gripped his shoulders and sank down on his hard cock, unable to wait any longer. "Yeah, fuck!," he groaned, gripping your hips.
"Fuckin' ride it."
You closed your eyes and let your head fall back. You could feel his eyes on you and you never felt sexier than you did like this. For all his faults, Lance worshipped you. Treated you like a goddess.
"All mine...," he whispered, his hands trailing across your body, taking his time to feel all of you while you bounced on him. "So good, so perfect. Always takin' me so well, don't you?"
His praise pushed you further. Made you more determined. Made you want to make him cum, too.
And what a sight it was when he did. His mouth would fall open, filthy sounds falling from his perfect lips. His eyes would close. He was beautiful when he came.
"Got me close...," he panted, bucking up into you and you nodded. The heat in your belly, indicating you were nearly there, too. You felt him twitching inside you and he flipped you to your back, causing you to gasp.
He lifted your legs, tossing them over his shoulders and he fucked into you harder. Faster. Sweat trickled down the sides of his face and you watched him intently. His stomach muscles tightened and his jaw clenched as he raised a hand, wrapping it gently around your throat.
"Cum. Cum baby. Fuckin' let the whole neighborhood hear you! Let 'em hear how good Tucker fucks you."
His cocky words and tones pushed you over the edge. A scream ripped from your lungs as you came hard, your walls fluttering around his cock. He anchored himself, pounding faster. His brow was furrowed and his eyes fluttered shut.
Your favorite part.
"Jesus...fuck, baby!," he swore, his teeth clenched before his mouth dropped open and his head fell forward. His eyes opened, meeting yours and you felt like the world stopped spinning. "Baby...oh god," he whined, his hips stuttering as he filled you.
Panting, he sat up, bringing you with him. Pulling you into his arms, his fingers traced patterns over your back and arms to calm your breathing. These moments were rare, soft Lance. But you loved them. He waited a few moments before breaking the comfortable silence.
"So...," he sighed and you looked up, hoping for another sweet moment. "Still the best fuck you've ever had, right?," he asked and you groaned, reaching for your discarded clothes.
Typical Lance.
