(This chapter contains sex, just a heads up. Thank you for the reviews and kind words, I know they would mean a lot to Cherish if she was real. You guys are very sweet, thank you for reading my story!)
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They watched tv for a while in complete silence. Spencer was bouncing his foot, agitated. He fidgeted with his fingers and ran his fingers through his hair.
"What is it?"
She asked, clasping his hands in hers.
"I honestly cannot believe how sex affects your mood. I've always read about it but I never understood how strong it was"
He said, laughing to himself.
"Once you get sex, it's so much fun"
She smiled.
Spencer was thinking about sex? She must have done a good job then. She was elated to give him something that nobody else could. He nodded and caressed his thumb across her cheek. She smiled and leaned into his hand, just enjoying his touch.
"You're absolutely right. You make it fun, and I wouldn't mind if we did it again..."
He said, locking eyes with her.
She was instantly in his trap. As soon as he locked eyes with her, she was a goner. She could never say no to him, definitely not for sex. Why would she? He was so hot, especially with his button up just begging to be unbuttoned. He saw her blush, her hindered breath. He smiled knowingly, he knew what he had done. She melted under his predatory stare waiting for him to strike.
Before she could even process it, his hand was on the back of her neck pulling her roughly to his lips. This instantly made her wet, she LOVED rough sex, and he was capitalizing on it.
"Follow me."
He instructed, getting off the couch.
He grabbed her hand and led her to her bedroom. She rolled her eyes a little bit, of course they couldn't have sex in his room, it was too clean. The thought made her giggle. He turned to her, grabbing her waist and pulling her in for a desperate kiss. His hands immediately reached for her bra and unsnapped it. He quickly maneuvered it off while keeping her crop top on. She didn't complain, his attention on her was all she cared about. Did that make her selfish? Yes, but she didn't care.
She started unbuttoning his shirt while his lips were on hers again. His tongue slipping into her mouth, his soft moans filling her lungs as she ran her hands over his chest exposed chest. She slid it down his arms slowly, enjoying his greediness. He grabbed her breasts and bit her lip, causing a small exhale of pleasure to escape her lips.
"You can bite harder Spencer don't be afraid to hurt me, I like it rough"
She said.
"Is that what you want?"
He asked, his voice low.
She could see him losing control. His animalistic side was taking over, and she got excited. She wanted to see what kind of man he was. What he was capable of.
"Please Spencer..."
She begged.
His smirk said it all. He grabbed her and thrusted her on the bed. Without wasting a moment he was crawling over her and pinning her hands down, his eyes filled with lust. Yes Spencer, give in to the need. He was such a gentle soul, he needed an outlet to get all of his anger and frustration out, and if that happened to be her in a bliss-filled rage then so be it. She welcomed it. She wanted it.
He wasted no time, his teeth sinking into her neck filled her with such pleasure that she moaned rather loudly and arched her back to press up against him. She could feel his smile against her skin, and his grip on her wrists tightened. His chest felt so good against hers, minus the crop top. He sucked on her neck, giving her what felt like a wicked hickey. Her heart started racing and her body began to heat up, and he was just getting started. Oh god, this was going to be good.
He let go of her wrists and pulled her crop top up to expose her breasts. She felt his bulge pressing against her thigh. She blushed considerably, remembering their first night, how good his cock felt inside of her. He didn't stop at the crop top. He immediately pulled off her pants and underwear, fully exposing herself to him. Unlike him, she was shy. She blushed and pressed her legs together. He saw this, and kissed her again, leaving a trail of butterfly kisses down her jawline and to her ear. She felt his teeth sink into her earlobe and it sent a wave of pleasure over her, ushering another moan from her.
"Open your legs."
He instructed sternly.
This made her even more wet. She loved being told what to do, and she almost obeyed him, but her shyness has her captive.
"Open your legs, or I will open them for you."
"S-Spencer.. please"
He bit down on her neck again, his hand trailing down her stomach. His hand sent chills down her spine. Her breath was hot and heavy, her heart was pounding so hard she could feel it in her ears. He sat back on his knees and slipped his hands between her legs, roughly forcing them open as if it was nothing to him. He was stronger than he looks. He looked down at her with hooded lids.
He looked like a god, and he was all hers.
He leaned down and kissed her inner thigh, smiling when she gasped and pressed her leg against his lips. She felt his teeth sink in and she involuntarily bucked her hips against him. He behaved like he was very experienced rather than it was his second time.
"Does that feel good?"
He asked.
"Yes... please don't stop.."
She begged.
"I wouldn't dream of it."
He quickly pulled his pants and underwear off. He was hard as a rock, throbbing in anticipation. He climbed back over her and looked into her eyes, smiling. He bit her lip, hard. Her eyes rolled back as she embraced the pain, the absolute pleasure. While she was distracted, he slowly slipped inside of her, filling her with unbelievable pleasure. They both groaned, and he pinned her hands back again. This was her favorite place to be. She belonged here.
Seeing as it was his first time doing this, she instructed him how to do it. He caught on quick, he learned exactly what felt good to her and what didn't. As soon as he figured it out, he capitalized on it. He didn't waste a single moment. He was excited. He needed this as much as she did.
Each stroke was just another wave of pleasure for her, it was unlike anything she'd ever experienced. She was breathless, her mind completely muddied by her ecstasy. She couldn't think straight, all she could do was beg for more. She saw that he loved being in control. He would tease her with long show strokes, forcing her to beg, and when she did he obliged eagerly. It was rough sex, the kind of sex she loved. Each time he pounded into her, her head would hit the headboard and that was her favorite part.
"Spencer... f-fuck I-I'm—"
"Good."
He didn't let her finish her sentence. He knew. She didn't know how but he did. She wanted to pull his hair and scratch his back, something to leave a mark and a reminder but he had a death grip on her wrists. She was completely at the mercy of her god. He fucked her hard, completely sending her over the edge. She tended up and her eyes rolled back as the pleasure completely took over her body.
"Spencer!"
She screamed.
She came. Hard. He chuckled at her and fucked her faster, wanting to cum himself. Each stroke brought wave after wave of pronounced bliss while she recovered.
"Mm. It's my turn."
She quickly wrapped her legs around him, shoving him deeper inside her and his eyes widened. He wasn't prepared for that. His eyes rolled back and he came with a low grunt and collapsed on top of her completely drained. She giggled and kissed his cheek. He gasped for breath and let go of her wrists, allowing her to hold him.
"Was that okay?"
He asked breathlessly.
"That was perfect. When did you learn to talk like that?"
She sighed.
"It's my secret."
He smiled, rolling off of her and brushing the hair out of his face.
"Alright, keep your secrets"
She giggled.
They fell into a familiar silence. Spencer quietly tried to catch his breath, and she pulled her crop top back over her breasts the best she could. She watched him soar through the high, unable to move. He was so cute.
"Ugh I have to pee"
He huffed, hopping out of bed.
She watched him walk away admiring his retreating figure. She couldn't believe he was hers. She got out of bed too and looked for something to clean up with. Two days in a row? Was this heaven? She put her underwear back on and ventured off to the kitchen for the pizza. She was starving now, sex always wore her out.
Spencer came out of the bathroom and went back to her room, she assumed to change. He immediately came back out with only some boxers on. She admired him more while eating the pizza. He noticed her watching him and winked at her. He grabbed a slice of pizza as well.
"I thought you didn't eat pizza?"
She giggled.
"I normally don't but I'm starving"
He smiled.
"I wish you looked at me like you look at that pizza!"
She teased.
"You're not there to quench my hunger after sex, you're the reason I'm hungry"
He retorted.
They both laughed and sat down at the table and they ate the entire pizza in seconds. He was right, she could never compare to this pizza, but she was happy in her place as the woman he had sex with.