Line Love (Complete)

Dawged

Erik's place was empty since his roommate was still out at the party. He opened the door and bumped around clumsily in the dark for the lights as Brit clung to him like an angry jungle cat threatening to knock him backwards. She impatiently pulled on his shirt stretching it out. She didn't give a fuck about it being one of his good shirts, he noticed, so with a smack on her ass he pried her nails off and pushed her toward the little bedroom where his bed stood.

"Take allat off," he directed, her low eyes watching him open a condom like a piece of meat on market. Without a thought, she stripped down to bare ass as though her clothes were on fire then like a magnet, her big body collided with his and she squeezed his waist forcing him to the bed.

"Damn Brit." She was lowkey strong.

"Shut up and give me this dick. You know how I want it."

She was more aggressive than usual pulling him out of his clothes and making him trip as she pulled his pants and briefs down before he could take his boots off. She snatched the condom to roll it on him herself. She even pulled his ass on top of her, grabbing his thighs as his dick slipped into her heat.

"Fuck," he hissed as if he'd hurt himself but it was just that good. She ain't even ask if he was okay.

There he was fucking her on his bed with his pants and briefs around his ankles and his Omega boots on, chain dangling in her face. And there was Brittany.. getting piped up on her back not giving a fuck about life as long as she got her nut.

"Shiet," he whispered under his breath as she grabbed his ass pulling him deeper, her nails digging into his back and scratching him up.. making him kiss and fuck her harder. He swore he could see soundwaves. He could definitely see something.. Her unfiltered moans in his ear were like fire to a fuse ready to make him explode.. but then all the liquor.. he couldn't cum like he usually would, he just kept pumping and getting sloppier, his rhythm unguessable.

"Don't stop," she breathed, panting beneath him as she bounced up against the bed. She was on her second wind, hands squeezing his biceps like stress balls, nails leaving marks he could feel.

"I know."

"Erik," she cried, close to cumming.

"Brittany," he grunted feeling excited, his ass jumping up and down, digging her out.

"Don't stop!"

"I know! ..Shid.." He kept his same stroke and just like the last time, she came giving him a moment to catch his breath through his nose. He sat up giving her a little air. "I wanna try something different. Flip over."

"Mm-mm. I like it just like this.. Do it like you do it, baby, I love it..," she begged pulling on his arms until he leaned his head down to kiss her lips. She wouldn't let his arms go.

"Nah.. Flip over," he whispered against her lips, rubbing his big ones over hers sloppily as she held onto him tightly.
When she didn't move on her own, he rolled her onto her stomach, despite her strong attempt to stay face up. "Ass up," he demanded. She complied wordlessly, her head in his pillow.

"Your pillow smell like sweat," she snapped raising up to toss it across the floor. He snickered, balling his lips to hide his laugh.

"I sweat a lot," he smirked kicking off his boots and pants fully. She layed back down with her cheek against her forearm, and he had to reign it back in. "Toot that big'ol ass up." He popped her ass and sat back to watch the movement, finding new enjoyment.

"It's up," she rushed twerking it and as it wobbled he couldn't complain.

"Put them arms out front I want you all the way down." Her arms slid forward and her arch deepened as her ass popped up fuller. That was the vision he'd been waiting on, that almighty view. "Like that."