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"I've been waiting for you, baby."
Trevor slurred when you entered your apartment and flicked on the light-switch. His hip was propped against the counter, dressed in a grey shirt and khaki cargos. You were impressed by how well dressed he was, considering the last time you saw him, he was drunk off his ass in an old pair of sweats and stained tennis shoes, getting thrown out of the bar you worked at.
"Trevor.. You're looking.. better," You smiled approvingly because he had on these tacky sunglasses that you found roguishly alluring.
Despite how handsome he looked right now, that didn't excuse the fact that the last time you saw him, he was drunk out of his mind and getting into fist fights with the security guards. He'd gotten caught getting a little too handsy with one of the strippers again and was thrown out the pub by security, but for some reason Trevor had been feeling particularly sinister that night, and you could briefly recall how he knocked each man out unconscious in a furious frenzy, and how all of the patrons at that particular strip club had ran out screaming because of the man on a rampage.
You had known Trevor because he visited that bar frequently. The two of you may have made out in his truck once or twice during a thirty minute break of yours, and you may have let him cop a feel from over your shirt, and you may have accepted his offer to drop you off at home one night after work.. but he had never given you a reason to think he would hurt you.
In fact, when he was rampaging at the bar, you had (admittedly) cowered behind the counter in fear as Trevor kneed a security guard in the face who had tried to grab a hold of him. You could distinctly remember the sound of the man's nose crunching, and Trevor's little yelp of triumph at his pain.
Trevor's eyes had been rimmed with red as he looked at you, his fingers covered in blood as the security guard fell unconscious. You remembered how fast your heart was beating, your wide eyes searching his cautiously before Trevor shook his head, smearing blood on his face as he grumbled to himself.
"No.. Not you, I almost.. ugh!" Trevor growled in annoyance and smeared the blood on his pants as well, before pointing a red smudged finger in your direction. "You, you just.. stay there! Everybody needs to fucking... fucking piss off!" Before stumbling out of the bar drunkenly, police sirens behind him.
That had been maybe two weeks ago, and now, Trevor was in your kitchen, drinking your Pißwasser, looking terribly handsome, but just as dangerous. You swallowed nervously and set your keys on the counter. You didn't take a step towards him, but you did gaze at him fondly from across the room.
"Well I ain't feelin' better, [your name]. Things've been real shitty lately, and I was thinking for a while there that you wouldn't want to see me again." Trevor's teeth grinded together at the 'real shitty' part, and your eyes flickered to his hands which were twitching absently.
You placed a hand against the wall, leaning against it as you watched Trevor silently, examining him mindfully. You weren't even going to bother asking how he got inside your apartment, you knew he had your address because he's dropped you off after work once before, but you didn't notice the locks to be broken when you were coming up.
It was probably best to question him as to how he got inside your home later, when Trevor was less agitated. You leaned against the wall, lips tucking into a sympathetic pout.
"Well, your little outburst did give me a surprise, Trev." He had looked so crazed when you last saw him, completely outraged. Trevor's fingers twitched into a fist at your words, and he let out a disapproving grunt. You felt as though you were calming an angry dog, mentally picturing a growling mutt and yourself hovering over it soothingly, gently cooing it calm.
You continued in a calm tone before Trevor could blow his fuse, "But I guess I was more surprised, because, well, if you were feeling that shitty that night, why didn't you come and talk to me?" You finally stepped away from the wall, and took a step towards the older man. Trevor's gaze softened as you approached him, and he opened his arms to you submissively, eagerly awaiting your touch.
You shook your head and stayed in place, keeping about a foots distance between the two of you. "Hey, are you listening to me? Solving shit with your fists isn't gonna make you feel any better in the end."
Trevor opened his mouth to say something, but you shook your head, not wanting to hear his excuses. You finally closed the distance between the two of you, tugging on his grey shirt and pulling his body close to yours. Trevor was about a head taller than you, and you had to peek up at him from your eyelashes in order to meet his eyes.
"I'm right here. You don't have to express your hurt by fighting. My number is right there in your phone, why couldn't you send me a text so we can meet up on my break?" You asked him with a pout on your lips.
Trevor's mouth was opened slightly as he stared down at you, enthralled by your shimmering [eye color] hues. He raised a shaky hand, which you noticed with pride was nice and clean aside from the fresh scabbing on his knuckles, and Trevor petted your hair gingerly.
You tilted your head into his palm and closed your eyes, enjoying his touch. You continued to speak, your words laced with feign hurt, "But for some reason.. you wanted to get handsy with one of the strippers. Don't you know that I get jealous, Trevor?" You pulled away from him, frowning.
He quickly pulled you close again, calloused thumb stroking your cheek as he came up with excuses. "Aw, [your name], I haven't.. My mind hasn't been in the right place lately. There's a lot of shit that I've come to realize.. It turns out the past ten years of my life have been a lie," Trevor's teeth were grinding together once again at the last part, fists clenching and you can feel his body tensing as he was becoming anxious once again.
You touched his shoulder gently, petting his arm as he held you in a tight embrace. You've only hung out with Trevor a few times, and he always seemed perfectly fine with just holding you. The two of you would make out with you sitting against the hood of his truck, with Trevor simply tracing his hands up and down your curves, occasionally, rubbing your breasts, but he seemed to enjoy simply embracing you the most.
You looked up at him, lips pressed into a frown. "Is that why you went missing for a few days? Jesus, Trevor, I tried to get a hold of you for a week with no response, and then when I finally see you, you pull that shit in the bar! I was worried about you, you know!" You snapped at him irritably.
"You were.. you were worried 'bout me?" Trevor whispered, astounded. You would of found his breathless reply to be hilarious if it weren't also heart-breaking. You haven't known Trevor very well, and after his little display at your workplace, you realized that he could be a very dangerous man.
But, Trevor didn't seem as though he would hurt you. In fact, Trevor seemed quite fond of you, often throwing suggestive comments at you while you were working at the bar, but always respecting your boundaries. It was clear he was trouble, no sane person could look at Trevor and not know that he was trouble, but you realized that all the man really wanted was some good company.
And if there was one thing you've learned about Trevor Philips, it was that he was an interesting companion. He had anger problems, sure, but you would miss him if he weren't around.
"Yeah I was worried about you, ya goof. We're buddies, when I see that you're hurting, then that means that I'm gonna be hurting too."
Trevor pulled away and looked at you, bewildered. You laughed, this vulnerable, submissive thing he had going on right now was so unlike the rough and roguish Trevor you were used to. It made you want to squeeze him tight, which you did, and ease his troubled mind.
"Hey, what's going on anyways, Trev? Are you finally ready to fill me on what's got you so disturbed right now?"
"Disturbed?" Trevor repeated the word sounding just a little angry, before laughing shamelessly. "Yeah, I guess that could be the appropriate word to use. I'm fucking disturbed right now, [your name], because everything that I've fucking believed in these past years has been a lie! A fucking lie!"
"Hey, hey!" You said when you felt Trevor getting a little too worked up. He was tense in your arms, and you backed away to search his face. "What's going on? I'm not a mind reader, Trev. You gotta give me just a little bit more."
"My best fucking friend." He spat."Turns out not to be such a good fucking friend." Trevor was hissing through his teeth, and you could tell he was trying to control his anger. "I'm going to have to kill him. That's the only thing I can do, is put him down."
He said the words so sinisterly, so devoted, you assumed this was something he's thought over quite a few times. Trevor may have mentioned a best friend once or twice, and from what you gathered from prior conversations, Trevor was quite fond of his pal, but the two seemed to have a rocky relationship.
It wasn't your business to ask Trevor for details, but you used what knowledge you had of their relationship to help calm him down. "Family fights, Trevor." You told him gently. "But family also makes up. It's hard to think of forgiveness right now while your anger is-"
"Forgiveness!" Trevor mocked, tone high. "I don't wanna hear about forgiveness, yeah? Because I, am past, forgiveness," Trevor growled, towering over you dangerously as he suddenly gripped your arms, holding you steady tightly.
You winced, his tight grip likely to leave bruises on your forearms later. You looked up at Trevor with a frown on your face, "I'm trying to help, Trevor. I don't like seeing you hurting… And you're hurting me, by the way."
He released your shoulders and placed a finger against his temple, holding his hand up at you in order to silence you as he paced back and forth in your kitchen.
"Shit, [your name], sometimes I just.. I get real fucking angry. And sometimes it just feels so fucking good to get even, you know?" Trevor had that dangerous look in his eye, like the one he had in the bar right before he kneed the security in his face.
Unknowingly, you took a step back. "Yeah, I bet it does. Unfortunately, getting even ain't getting ahead, Trev. And if you spend your whole life trying to get even, you're just gonna stay right where you are."
Trevor snatched his Pißwasser from the counter and took a long drag from it, drinking its contents until empty and throwing the glass bottle onto the ground, satisfied by the crash. You flinched at the sound, but remained otherwise unfazed, watching him cautiously for his reply.
"The shit that comes out of your mouth can be reeeal annoying, y'know that?" Trevor asked you gloomily, but seeming otherwise relaxed.
You gave him an apologetic smile, and placed your hand on his elbow. "Trev, you stopped by for a reason. Obviously you like the shit that comes out my mouth."
"You're pushing your luck, kid." He grumbled, stepping into your embrace. "Because I mean it. Reeal annoyin'," He repeated, although this time there was a hint of playfulness in his irritable growl. The threat was still enough to shut you up, but put a grin on your face, because you knew you had successfully calmed him down.
Trevor ducked his head down and you lifted your head, capturing his lips gently. His right hand cupped your cheek gently, so gentle you could assume he were silently apologizing for frightening you.
He didn't need to apologize, you understood. Trevor was wild with his words, uncouth and disorganized, and he couldn't help that his number one default was to rage. You found it easy to calm him down, apparently all you needed to do was remind him that you were on his side.
You smiled and nipped at his tongue playfully, and Trevor let out a dangerous sound. The farthest the two of you had gone was Trevor stroking the underside of your breast, but when you readjusted your seating in the car and leaned away so the two of you could talk about how interested you were in how he knows how to fly a plane, he didn't push you to go any further.
Now it was you who was pushing Trevor to go further, as you nipped on his lower lip. Trevor's left hand twitched at your waist before gripping your hip hesitantly, and then a bit more firmly. You let out a soft moan at the feeling of his large hand against your hip, his fingers tugging on the belt loops on your jeans.
"Mmm, baby.." Trevor groaned into your kiss, pulling you closer to him by the loops on your pants. "That's more like it.. enough with the talkin'."
You licked at his top lip gently, cracking your eyes open to watch the pure arousal on his face. You pulled away, breaking the kiss and watching as his eyes snapped open in confusion, and you tapped your chin thoughtfully with your forefinger.
"Don't think you're off the hook for flirting with that fucking stripper right in front of me, Trev. You know what you're fucking doing when you take them home, right in front of me." You looked up at him with fiery eyes, jabbing your finger against his chest. You scolded him like a teacher would a student who was caught breaking the rules. "Do you think I won't get jealous, huh? Because you're wrong, Trev, I don't like hearing the girls gossip about how they took 'Uncle T' for a ride." You admonished him.
It was true, it was no secret that Trevor got around. In fact, you often heard the girls talking about their nights with the older man, and it only annoyed you more that he was taking the fucking strippers for a ride, but was taking things so slow with you.
You figured that Trevor seemed like the kind of guy who has no problem making a move for something he wanted. So it confused you that he was taking things so slowly with you, yet still getting his pleasure around the block at his leisure.
"Aw, don't be like that, [your name]. There's enough of Uncle T to go around." Trevor grinned deviously, stroking the back of your head. His thumb caressed your hair adoringly, and you leaned into his touch.
You couldn't help that there was still a pout on your lips, "Don't you want to spend time with me? Why do you go to those other girls when you have me right here?" You pressed your lips against his neck, kissing him gently through your words.
Trevor let out a weak whimper, his arm wrapping around your waist as he clutched you close to him. You smiled, secretly eager that he was so responsive to you. You placed a kiss against his adam's apple and felt him swallow heavily.
"O-of course I do, baby.. I just.. I didn't trust myself around you for a while, back there.." Trevor admitted shakily, hands roaming up the arch of your back as he explored your body over your T-Shirt.
"You hummed in response to his answer, kissing up the side of his neck and running your tongue along his earlobe. "Do you think you'll hurt me, Trevor?"
"No!" He answered instantly, pulling away to look into your eyes. You smiled at his answer and pressed your chest against his, fingertips gently brushing against the tent in his pants. Trevor let out a satisfied groan as he unwillingly bucked into your touch, causing you to get a handful of his hard erection. He threw his head back as you squeezed him experimentally, before continuing through panted breaths. "No, no, no. The last thing I wanna do is hurt you, [your name]. Not you, when you're so.. mmm, beautiful, and.."
He groaned heavily when your thumb rubbed over the head of his cock through his jeans, bucking his hips against your hands and letting out a strangled gasp. "..mmh.. so fuckin' good.."
"Yeah?" You panted, feeling yourself throbbing from the heavy sound of his needy pants. He was humping into your hand, grinding against your palm to receive some friction, and Trevor was so fucking sexy when he was hot and needy from your touch.
"mmI'good? Am I better then those other girls, Trev? I mean, you went to them before you went to me, right?" You asked against his neck, unable to help the disapproval in your tone.
Trevor let out a needy groan, bending his knee as he thrusted into your palm harder, fingers digging into your hips as his other hand stroked your temple.
"Alright, alright.." Trevor groaned exasperatedly, his voice borderline enraged. "I hear ya, I wasted my time with them other girlies, blah blah.." Trevor let out a whimper when you squeezed his cockhead, and he doubled over so that he could rest his head on your shoulder, leaning on you for support as you stroked him through his jeans.
Trevor was whimpering as he clutched on to you for supporting, head buried in your neck as he panted your name.
"Ooohhh yeah.. that feels good, [your name].. you feel how hard you've made me?" Trevor panted into your ear, hissing through his teeth as he humped into your hand.
You finally pulled away from him with blushing cheeks after feeling how damp his pants were becoming. Trevor let out a pathetic groan at the loss contact of your hand against his crotch, and he stroked a calloused palm up your arm needily as he humped into your thigh.
"You're driving me crazy here, kiddo." Trevor murmured as he raised his head, capturing your lips. He kissed you heatedly, tilting his head as he jammed his tongue into your mouth, his wet hot muscle stroking the inside of your mouth searchingly as he explored your body, palms clutching at your ass.
Trevor let out a pleased moan inside of your kissed, and he lifted you up by your ass so that you can wrap your legs around his waist. You let out a gasp, not expecting him to be able to lift you so effortlessly, and with ease. Once you overcame this new startling, yet delicious detail, you placed both your hands on both sides of his cheeks as you matched his passionate kiss, tongue licking gently at his mouth as your teeth scraped his puckered lips.
"I missed you, you know." You told him, breaking the kiss while Trevor carried you over to your couch. You pulled him by his face for another kiss as he plopped down on your black leather sofa, causing you to be straddling him with your legs on either side of his lap. You hovered over him, kissing his lips as his hands roamed up your back, finally slipping underneath your shirt.
You felt Trevor's hard fingertips tickle their way up your back, and you let out a silent sigh, pleased by the contact. You were smiling into the kiss, giggling at his touch as you wiggled in his lap, feeling his hard arousal rubbing against the back of your thigh each time you moved. Trevor groaned and gripped your ass with one hand, forcing you to grind against the hard tent in his pants, while his other hand slipped down your back and ticked up your sides, tracing the curve of your breast.
"I was worried something happen to you," You continued breathlessly, voice breaking with his fingertips found your nipple. He flicked it with his fingernail, and you arched your hips against his cock approvingly. "I'm glad you stopped by, Trev."
"You're the only thing that made sense, dollface." He grumbled to himself, and you could tell that his confession had annoyed him. His fingers twitched against your ass, gripping you tighter as he humped his hips into your aching core, burying his face into your [hair length] [hair color] locks. He pinched your right nipple with his thumb and forefinger, panting heavily against your neck. "So, are you gonna take care of me from now on since you don't want me seeing them other, perfectly respectable young ladies?" He asked, twisting your right nipple between his fingers as you rolled your hips against him.
He smiled wickedly at you, and you frowned disapprovingly at him, although you were sure he could see the sly twitch of your lips at his jab. You leaned forward, pressing your chest hard against his as you slid your hand between the two of you, stroking him through his jeans more roughly now. Trevor let out a pleased groan and let go of your ass, sliding his other hand up to cup your breast so he was now tweaking both your nipples between his fingers as you stroked his cock more vigorously now.
"Does Uncle T want me to make him feel better, now?" You purred into his ear, rubbing your thumb over the wet patch in his jeans while cupping his dick through his pants with your hand. "That's why you came here, right? Because you were hard, and you wanted me to get you off. Well, I've been waiting for you to come around.. Uncle T," You said his nickname admonishingly, bitterly thinking of all of the working girls who spread stories of their wilds nights with the deranged, yet oddly appealing older man, Trevor.
"Yess… that's right baby.. you have it all figured out.." Trevor let out a sigh of relief when you hand slipped into his cargos and cupped his throbbing cock. You were surprised by how hot and hard he was for you, his cock weeping with precum from your ruthless teasing. Trevor whimpered submissively as you pumped him slowly, and he threw his head back in blinded pleasure, twisting your nipples as he thrusted into your tight fist. "No more teasin'.. I can't take it anymore."
You nodded your head in agreement and kissed his neck, backing away from him so his hands would slip out of your shirt. He looked down at you hungrily, face flushed with arousal as you crouched on your knees in front of the couch, unbuttoning his pants and tugging the zipper down.
Trevor lifted his hips for you could free his erection, his hard cock springing free once you tugged his pants down to his thighs. Trevor hissed and you grinned wickedly at him, holding his thick length in one hand as you pressed his cock against your face, inhaling the scent of his arousal. You kissed up his length, and Trevor placed his hand in your hair, unable to control himself.
"Oooh yeeahh.. you look so good baby girl.. You like how hard Uncle T is for you, [your name]? It's all for you, baby."
You let out a hum of appreciation as you kissed the head of his cock, licking the sticky precum up as Trevor pressed gently on your head, urging you to suck on his cock. You obliged only slightly, capturing the head of his weeping arousal in your mouth as you sucked on it for his juices, running your tongue in relentless circles around his sensitive head.
Trevor let out a pained gasp, twitching in his seat on the couch as he accidentally thrusted into your mouth, shoving a few more inches of his cock into your eager lips, and you began to suck on him with more gusto, slobbering his cock with your saliva as you pumped him in your fist.
"Ah- ah-.. oh, I'm crazy for you, [your name]. You're driving me crazy, with that perfect fuckin' mouth.. keep on going, take all of it.."
You hummed as you tried to choke a few more inches of him down your throat. Trevor's length wasn't outrageously long, but it was thick and heavy and you knew instantly you would feel every inch of him stretching your insides when you let him fuck you. You pumped his cock a little bit faster with that thought in mind, and Trevor humped into your mouth at the same pace of your curling tongue around his head.
"Fuck.. fuck.. fuck.." Trevor's chest was heaving up and down as his grip on your head tightened, forcing you to take him deeper into your mouth. You choked, throat gripping and releasing his sloppy length, and Trevor's head rolled back as he closed his eyes, continuing to hump deeply into your sore and overused throat. "That's it, m'gonna cum.. right in your fucking throat.. you're gonna take all of it right, baby?" Trevor gasped, now stroking the back of your throat as he fucked your mouth.
You gagged, tears welling in your eyes as saliva was dripping from your lips as Trevor buried your face into his crotch, forcing your nose to nuzzle into his dark pubic hairs as he came deep in your throat, seed spurting down easily as you inhaled deeply through your nose, gripping his pelvis tightly as he came in your mouth.
Trevor let out a long, low, satisfied groan as he spurted another round into your mouth, filling your throat up with his semen. He was breathing heavily once he was finished, and you finally pulled his semi out of your mouth, using your thumb to catch any stray semen from your mouth as you swallowed him greedily, looking him in the eye as you did so.
His eyes were half lidded in a hazy daze as his hand stroked the side of your face, and you smiled as you leaned into his touch, kissing the palm of his hand as you did so.
"So, will I be enough to keep you from picking up strays from the street?" You asked teasingly as he struggled to open his eyes, peeking at you with a post-orgasmic haze. "Or at least from picking up woman right in front of me."
"Shut up, [your name]..." Trevor growled out at you, not enjoying how you kept bringing up his mistake. You were able to tell he felt bad about it because he petted your head more persistently. His words didn't show it, but his actions definitely proved he was worried that there was going to be a fight between you two, and Trevor wasn't sure he would be able to control himself if you continued to pushed him.
Fortunately, you weren't really upset at the fact that Trevor had been sleeping with the strippers when the two of you had just began talking, but you couldn't lie and say it didn't damage your ego how he seeked his pleasure elsewhere when he could of been seeking his pleasure with you.
"..and come here." Trevor patted his lap, his cock still free from its confinement in his pants, and was slowly softening. You followed Trevor's husky order and climbed back on top of his lap, lifting your arms as he raised your shirt over your head, the cold air in your apartment instantly perking your nipples.
The older man underneath you groaned once he got a face full of your naked breasts, and wasted no time in burying his face in the valley of your breast, enjoying the soft warm heat of your chest against his face. You let out a girlish laugh as you arched into his head, wrapping an arm around his neck as Trevor motorboated your breasts.
"This is what I'm talking about.. look at these puppies," Trevor groaned in approval as he sucked on your left nipple before kissing your breast, moving his face to your right breast and pressing his nose against it. "Real fuckin' tits.. not that fake plastic stuff, heh heh.. it's almost too good to be true," Trevor chuckled gleefully as he wrapped his lips around your right nipple, suckling the hardened peak as he cupped your other breast with his hand, testing the weight in his palm as his thumb flicked the hardened bud.
"Mmm, love me some of your hot tits," Trevor moaned in wicked pleasure as he slurped on your nipple lewdly, sucking on the sensitive peak and tugging your breast roughly with him as he dragged it between his teeth. "You bruise so easily baby," There was a wet smacking sound as he released your nipple from his mouth and sucked on the soft flesh. "M'gonna mark you all up.."
"Trevor.." You whimpered, hands slipping to unbutton your pants. He quickly caught your hands, roughly tossing them to the side as he unbuttoned your jeans with one skillful hand, before sliding his calloused palm against your hot, soaked core.
The both of you moaned in unison at his gentle caress. Trevor's breathing became heavy as he felt how hot and wet you were for him, his cock throbbing back to life from the feel of you. He kissed your neck gently, purring against you. "Oh, fuck.. you're so hot for Uncle T huh baby? I've got you all hot and bothered just from sucking my cock.. Christ, you're amazing." He sounded absolutely wrecked and you helped him slide your pants and panties off so that you were completely naked, while Trevor was fully dressed with just his pants hanging down his thighs.
"You turn me on, Trevor," You admitted to him as you stepped out of your jeans on front of him, completely naked. Trevor sighed appreciatively and placed his hard hands on your naked waist, bringing you closer to him so he could kiss your stomach while holding you still.
Trevor ran his hand down your thigh, causing you to fidget nervously as his rough hands tickled your skin. You were standing naked in front of him as he sat on the couch fully clothed with his growing erection hanging out.
You tried to sit back on his lap, but Trevor stopped you by placing his palm against your belly, pushing you away.
"Why don't you just hold on one second, eh?" He asked, a shiteating grin on his face as he leaned back against your couch, eyeing your body appreciatively. "Now, there ain't nothing wrong with a little show. Why don't you give me a little show. Show me what I'm working with?"
Trevor grinned suggestively at you and twirled his finger in the air, telling you to spin. You rolled your eyes and gave him a playful smile, making a big show of it by tossing your hands defeatedly into the air. When you turned around, your show was cut short when Trevor snaked his arm around your waist, tugging you closer and causing you to stumble, but you caught your balance.
"Hey-!" You said, startled. Trevor responded by smacking your ass, and then biting your buttcheek as his hand snaked between your legs.
"Mmh.. You just look so good.." Trevor admitted shamelessly, rubbing his cheek against your ass appreciatively. You wiggled a bit, trying to get away, but Trevor held you bent in front of him firmly. "And quit fuckin' moving, I'm gonna eat you all up [your name]."
You whimpered helplessly, because the tone of his voice meant he has absolutely no plans to break that promise. You clutched tightly at his wrist which was wrapped around your waist, and Trevor kissed along your spine affectionately before petting your wet folds.
"Mmm.. Nice and wet," he murmured approvingly as he rubbed at your clit with his index finger, taking a bite of your asscheek playfully as he did so. "Your legs are shaking, m'I making you nervous?"
"N-no.." You blushed, tilting your head to look over your shoulder and glance at him. "It feels..."
"Yeah, you feel that, huh?" Trevor asked while gently flicking your clit with his index, before slowly sliding his middle finger into your throbbing core. The both of you gasped in unison as his finger invaded your empty cunt, and Trevor buried his face against your back. "Oooh.. Sweet mama, you've got such a tight little cunt.."
"Trev.." You whimpered, embarrassed by his lewd commentary. You weren't sure you were ready for the dirty talk, but it certainly made you clench around his middle finger tightly in arousal.
He pumped his finger into you twice, before pulling his hand away and and gripping your hips, tossing you onto the couch so you were laying on your back.
"Oh!" You released a squeak of surprise when he flipped you, Trevor now hovering over your naked body with a dangerous look in his eye. You remembered him saying he wanted to eat you up earlier, and by the look in his eye you now had no doubt he would do so.
You suddenly felt the need to cover your peaked nipples from Trevor's hungry gaze. You blushed, covering your breasts with one arm and clenching your thighs together.
Trevor let out a grunt of disapproval as he tore your knees apart, crawling on top of you as his jeans felt rough against your naked skin, but you could feel his hardened cock pressing against your thigh. You pressed your knees against his sides, squeezing him between your legs when he stared open-jawed at your perked breasts.
Trevor cupped your left breast, tweaking your nipple with his thumb as he sucked on your torso, greedy lips and stubble tickling your sensitive skin. You giggled as he kissed you lower, tongue lapping your skin before he nestled his face between your legs.
"Why hellooooo, beautiful." The older man let out an appreciative whistle as he spread your folds apart with his thumb and index finger, looking at your glistening flesh with a lewd expression.
You opened your mouth to tell him he was embarrassing you, but you were unable to form the words as you felt Trevor's nose press against your wet lips, taking in a deep whiff of your essence before spreading your lips with his thumbs before giving you a deep, long lick.
"O-oh! Oh!" You gasped, voice raising an octave when you felt his tongue Lao experimentally in your hole. "Trevor," You panted his name heavily, hands pawing at his thinning hair.
"Such a sweet little pussy," Trevor murmured to himself as he lapped your dripping core. "So fuckin wet and tight [your name]," He gave your cunt a sloppy kiss before flicking his tongue up and down inside your core, greedily devouring your pussy.
You were gasping now, pressing your palms against his shoulders as you tried to push him away from your sensitive pussy, too embarrassed by how greedily he devoured you to let him continue. You tried to pull away from Trevor, having had enough of his shameless tongue that flicked hungrily at your core.
Unfortunately, Trevor's large, scabbed, tattooed hands slid up to your stomach, firmly holding you still as he lapped at your core more vigorously now. You squealed as he held you still and lavished you faster, and you cried Trevor's name in a scandalized tone as he held you captive, attacking your aching pussy with his tongue.
"I'm not done with eating your fucking pussy yet," Trevor growled from between your legs when you tried to squirm away from him.
He grabbed your thigh and roughly pulled you back against his mouth, now using his teeth to ruthlessly nip at your cunt as well, causing you to squeal and unwillingly arch your back into Trevor's mouth, cupping your breast with a long, satisfied moan.
He immediately knocked your hand away from your breast by snatching your wrist, glaring at you with dangerous eyes as he removed his mouth from your core. Your eyes widened once you realized Trevor was truly annoyed with you, and you looked up at him, speechless.
"Can't a guy enjoy a sweet fuckin' cunt without you getting all impatient, eh?" He growled at you, chin glistening lewdly from his dedication to your pussy. You clenched your eyes shut as Trevor squeezed your ass tightly before lifting you by your cheeks and raising your cunt to his mouth again. "Hands at your fucking sides, or I'll tie you up! I'm trying t' be nice here, [your name]. Don't test my patience.
Trevor kissed your lower lips firmly, sucking on the fold as if to prove his point.
Clenching your eyes shut, you tried to ignore the beginnings of chilling fear boil in your gut. Trevor could be so fucking demanding, and you found it ridiculous that he was getting worked up because of the fact that you weren't letting him properly eat your cunt.
Trevor was on his knees in front of the sofa, nose rubbing back and forth against your clit as his tongue lapped your walls up and down, tasting you hungrily.
"[your name]," Trevor panted heavily, raising his gaze from your core meet your [eye color] hues. "I love this tight little pussy.. I love it," He began to press his forefinger slowly inside of you, eyes glued to his finger entering your folds. He closed his eyes and groaned when you squeezed around one finger, and opened his mouth to suck on your cunt some more as he began to slide his middle finger in.
"I can feel you gripping at just two fingers," he grinned against your core, teeth scraping your clit and was quickly soothed by his over excited tongue. "Well I got news for you, sweetheart. Uncle T's gonna stretch this tight little cunt wide open. But that's okay, because I'm gonna be real kind to you." Sucked on your pink meat, nibbling it with his lips.
You almost raised your knuckle to your mouth to bite on, but quickly remembered how angry Trevor had gotten before, so you were stuck clenching your hands into white fists at your side as you let this thug have his way with you.
Really, you didn't know that there was men who truly existed that took pleasure in this kind of thing. Then again, you've never met a man as wild and downright filthy as Trevor, and the whole thing thrilled you.
When you opened your eyes, you saw that Trevor was now pumping his weeping red shaft in his free hand as he devoured you, hips humping into his fist as he got himself off from eating your cunt. You wanted to cover your eyes in your embarrassment, but didn't want to risk triggering the older man.
Trevor rubbed his thumb against his dripping head as he twisted his wrist, pumping himself with new found gusto as he attacked your cunt. You could feel your orgasm building from Trevor's sloppy efforts alone, and you couldn't hold back a sob as he nipped you with his lips particularly hard.
"Trevor, oh, Trevor its too much.." You were whimpering, bucking into his mouth as his fingers slid out of you to quickly rub your clit while he switched to lapping at your dripping hole, gathering up your essence as your orgasm grew near.
Trevor had been pumping his shaft much quicker as he quickly rubbed your clit, before tightly gripping the base of his cock in order to refrain from cumming again.
"Now you're gonna cum for me, right in my fucking mouth," Trevor commanded you angrily, and you clenched your eyes shut unable to meet the dark look in his eye.
He was rubbing three fingers back and forth against your hardening clit while his tongue flickered in and out of your core, lapping hungrily at your ever growing juices.
You could feel your orgasm approaching quickly, and you clenched your asscheeks together as you tensed against Trevor's mouth, who forced your legs open wider as your resistance and shamelessly sucked on your clit, knowing the sensation would be almost too much and throw you over the edge.
Along with your rising orgasm came your rising irritation. You felt your irritation at the fact he was using your body at your pleasure, and you were irritated that you were terribly embarrassed but loving every minute of it. He finally rubbed your nub between his lips roughly while flicking your nipples with both of his thumbs.
Trevor let out a throaty, delicious laugh of triumph when he felt you cum on his mouth, graciously licking up all that you had to offer. Your body was sweaty and sore, and you were panting as you ran your hand down the side of Trevor's face, too busy trying to breath than to speak.
Trevor was panting as well, and you noticed he'd blown his load all in his fist while he'd been getting you off, and you felt oddly thrilled.
"Isn't this a better way to spend your time?" You asked Trevor finally, pulling him up to join you laying down on the sofa. "With me? Like this?"
You tangled your naked legs around his, rubbing your feet against his jeans as you let out another pleasured sigh.
Trevor let out a low hum of approval, his arm clinging to your waist as he pulled your back against his chest. You could feel that Trevor's cock still hung out, sticky, wet, and semi-hard as it pressed persistently against your back.
Trevor buried his head in the back of your neck, content with just cuddling despite his hard dick, and you felt your eyes drifting shut.
"I can't remember a time where I have ever felt this way before, [your name]." Trevor whispered quietly to your sleepy ears. His hands caressed the curve of your breast fondly, squeezing your soft mounds. You let out a sleepy moan of approval, letting him know you were listening to him.
"You're my favorite gal, [your name]. A lot of shit might be fucked up, and left me feeling a little bit out of the loop..." Trevor squeezed your breasts a little tighter, angering himself as he thought about whatever it was that he was so upset about.
You shifted your hips, pressing closer against him to calm him down.
Trevor let out a grateful sigh at the feeling of your back pressed against his chest, and he began to pet you more tenderly once again.
"But if there's one thing that makes the most sense to me, it's this right here." He kissed your neck, letting out a sigh of relief when he realized you had fallen asleep.
Trevor rolled over to his back, looking at your ceiling as he thought to himself. Yeah, you were a fucking saint and he sure as hell didn't deserve to have such a sweet little thing like you for him to devour at his leisure, but even that wouldn't be enough to tame the anger that boiled inside of him.
'Ohh-ho-ho no.. Nothing is gonna make this better.' Trevor thought angrily to himself as he stroked your hip absent mindlessly. 'Nothing but taking that motherfucker down myself.'