Naruto still devoutly keeps his grip on my wrists as we fight in our kiss. My fist clenches within his hold every time the heat surges like madness all over my body. His lips are moving with so much vigor, his tongue shoves inside my mouth with a force I can't hold, and it's nearly impossible for me to balance him.
Our tongues are stroking against each other, it feels so wet and hot and slick as it ventures deeper inside my mouth as if it isn't in so deep already. Just when I feel my arm muscles begin to sting from being pinned above my head for too long, he releases his strong grip and lets his hands trail down my arm until it lands on the crook of my neck.
He gently cradles my jaw from both sides, securing our faces to stay and keep the contact of our kiss as if I were to slip away–though there's no fucking way I could. My body is pressed between his dominating embrace and the big glass window behind me. The faint bustling of the world below sounds like a humm that slowly fades away along with the setting sun, leaving behind a world so vacant and tranquil with his presence as the sole anvil to keep every fiber of my being alive.
I feel a warm fingertips trace down my pulse, teasing my sensitive spot until it feels ticklish as he grazes it gently. With a finger, he hooks the strap of my tank top, pulling it lower and lower until it drapes down my upper arms, while the rest is circling my body just below my breasts–leaving my bra on a bare display.
He pulls back, withdrawing from the kiss with a delicious smirk plastered on his lips before pressing his forehead to land on mine. We breathe in the same air, feeling every greedy inhale and shaky exhale fans on my flushed cheeks, painting them red. "Beautiful," he says while eyeing the work he's just done to my clothes with satisfaction.
Naruto leans in again, without sparing me a chance to make even the simplest response, and dive in for another wet, long kiss. He sucks in my lips like it's the last drop of water in an infinite desert while sometimes nibbling the lower half until it swells.
His kiss goes lower to my jaw then down my neck. It becomes the canvas where he paints it red with his sucks. I unconsciously tilt my head to give him more access in exploring every inch of my skin.
"Errhhhh–" a deep moan slips from my gritted teeth when he licks on my pulse then sucking it, never stopping unless it has become bluish red contrasting my pale white skin.
"Don't you dare holding it back," he demands.
His wet tongue trails lower down to the valley of my mounds, venturing to the left and right on the top of my spilled breast from the confinement of my push up bra. His hot breath fogs on my skin, his wet noises are the only thing filling the air, and I swear to God my heart feels like bursting out from my chest, going berserk while trying to break free from behind the bars of my ribs.
I unconsciously slips my fingers through his golden locks, fisting it tightly while pulling him closer as if I'm trying to mold our bodies together.
"Woah, look who's getting excited here?" he shoots me a naughty gaze and smirks between his kisses.
For a brief second, my mind snaps and all of sudden I get reminded again. I open my eyes, try to focus my sight. And I hesitate. For the times that I refuse to count. I hesitate.
I know what my body wants or the burning urge to just surrender to my desires. All of those are too obvious for me to not notice–I'm not that stupid. It's not that I don't, but I refuse to. I've been trying to hold back as much as I can because what awaits me once everything's over might be something I'm not prepared for. The price that I have to pay for this pleasure.
Because…what do I have to offer?
Naruto still doesn't realize this subtle change in me as he's now getting busy again feasting my chest. He slips one of his hands through my upper arm and reaches the hook of my bra, while the other hand is fondling my breast with some greedy squeezes.
"Naru–" I choke on my words when he yanks my bra in a whiz, removing it completely until it lands on the floor joining my long forgotten cardigan.
He wastes no time to bother, moving like a bolt to dive in for my now-revealed hardened nippels. My body flinches by the abrupt contact, it's either from the cold air slowly engulfing my bare upper body or his hot lip now busy eating my breast like a baby thirsty for milk. His tongue teases my nipple as it moves in circular motion, sucking it harder as slurping noises spilled from his wet lips. He doesn't leave my other breast lying idle and uses his fingers to tweak on my sensitive tits.
I bring my head up when shivers run over my body, my eyeballs roll to the back as the sensation becomes too overwhelming for me to take them all in an instance. Both my hands land on his bent shoulders and grips them for dear life. I don't even know how hard I hold on it but I could swear my knuckles are becoming white from the pressure.
I need to stop this somehow.
I need to stop this before it's getting too much for me to handle.
"Naru–aahh!"
My squeak hits inevitably when he suddenly nibbles my nipple. He sucks it again while withdrawing his head, pulling my breast to stretch and follow.
He releases my nipple with a soft plop then smacks his lips to clash on mine again.
"Naru–to–hmmp…please–"
With the remaining strength I still have, I finally turn my head, pushing him to make a space between us, and end our kiss. I peek at him through my bang and I find him furrowing his brows–utterly disapproving of what I just did.
I steel my gaze, showing my submission would never do good against this man. "What's the deal?"
He arches his brows, not getting what I mean.
"Give and take. From what we are doing right now."
He upholds his posture to stand straight, no longer bending his body to level my height from the kiss we just did. He takes a step closer and presses his body to get rid of the space I just made between us. With his dominating gaze, he towers over me, eyes never leaving mine as we battle in this staring silence.
"So, you're asking me what both of us have to offer for this?"
I remain silent. I try as hard as I can to hold his gaze as I see his shoulders heave from the chuckles he emits. It's that kind of laugh that comes deep from the pit of his stomach.
"I can't believe you stopped for such a stupid question–"
"Because unlike you," I cut his sentence, "I don't have anything to offer."
His laugh suddenly drops, the air surrounding him becomes somehow chilly as he stares deeper at me.
But I don't back down. I know he tries to intimidate me–to show who's got the upper hand in this exchange. But I don't back down. I won't. "I don't have anything to offer." I repeat. Because I know this is the final line of my limit. Once I cross it, there won't be turning back.
"There's nothing left in me to offer and I'm not ready to give more than what I could handle."
"Why does there always have to be a reason?" his voice drops, slightly impatient. "Is it not enough that both of us want it?"
"What I know for sure, Mr. Billionaire, not a single thing in this world comes to us just like that. Everything carries a price we gotta pay sooner or later, whether we like it or not."
I reach out to sweep his hair away from his face, feeling it slipping through my fingers and I wonder if it'd be this easy for this man to slip away from me. He came just like a wonder in my life, showering a plethora of feelings I'm yet to be touched before. And during this period of time of him suddenly taking a part of my life, he has done nothing but put me on a whole new rollercoaster ride I've never let myself think of having. Would it be so easy for him to leave, just as suddenly as how he came?
A sudden pang hits me right on the chest. It sucks. It sure does. All those possibilities but I know we ain't gonna live this moment forever. Forever is too much of a price that I probably would never be able to afford.
My palm lands on the side of his head, cradling him in my touch as my thumb slowly caresses him in small circles. Hazy lavender eyes leave piercing blue gaze to venture the overall of his features. But he's still not fazed. Eyes still sharply gaze on me with so much intensity as he remains silent.
"Even the reason why I was born is so that I can be used. My existence is merely the result of a deal I held no power over."
"Who told you that?" he growls, "who the fuck gave you that twisted mindset that you are born to be used?"
"No one." I pause then locking my gaze on him again, "No one told me that. I learned."
I drop my gaze for a brief second to land on his chest, seeing how the surface heaves by the thrumming heartbeat it encloses beneath his knitted cloth. It lowkey surprises me how he seems to be so riled up by my honest confession. Or whatever emotion he entails within his chest, I need to be honest on my part. "So this is the genuine me asking you what you want from this. This relationship or whatever you name it. So that I can figure out whether or not I can pay the price you expect."
Naruto suddenly reaches up to grab my hand and gives a strong squeeze, stronger than how he usually holds me while I'm doing my best to hold back my winch. His eyes shift into a shade darker as he brings himself even closer to me, his voice drips with something dangerous. "Then do tell, what do you want from me?"
What do I want?
What do I want…exactly?
Naruto snorts seeing me keeping my mouth shut. "What was the reason for you to agree on our date in the first place?" he adds.
My brows furrow, "Why bring that all of sudden?"
"You can't even answer me. Are you really being genuine from the very beginning–"
"Money."
He furrows his brows.
"Money was my intention for the date, isn't it obvious? You might find it as a pathetic reason but it was all I really wanted. You offered money which I needed. And I offered you my companion for the date."
"Is that all?" he deadpanes.
I snatch my hand from his grip. "Yes. You asked me if I was being genuine this whole time and my answer is also yes. Aside from the deal we made, the rest of the time I spent with you is anything but insincerity."
Naruto slowly withdraws his body as he lets out a breathy chuckle, freeing his gaze from mine to wander until he snaps it back to me.
"You always talk about being calculative on the things you do, don't you?" Naruto presses his palm against the glass beside my head. He brings his finger to tuck my hair behind my ears, with a smirk on his face, leaning closer to me until his breath fans on my skin, then trailing his finger from my temple, down my cheek, and all the way to my neck.
"Ok let's say you got the money and I got your time. Deal sealed. However, as far as I remember, that night.." he trails off, bringing his face to my ear and whispers, "..you gave me something out of the deal with this," then he drags the back of his forefinger across my bare chest.
Shivers come like a tide when he doesn't seem to let go of this proximity, not to mention my half naked state that flush against his broad body. I try to calm my mind, calculating my answer of what he aimed against me.
But what exactly can I say about that? Lust was the one driving my action that night. The desires I've never once in my life felt burning so enormously that it killed all my reasonings.
Like hell I'd admit.
Like hell I'd ever tell him that.
That was the mistake that should be kept to my grave.
I give him a side glance as I can't fully face him when he still remains beside my ears. "Count that as a bonus."
"Aww, what a generous girl we have here?" he tilts his head to face me. The tip of our nose slightly graze against one another as our eyes clash, another staring war to behold. "So, today's deal, eh?" he hums. "I'll tell you what I want but don't you ever dare to stop me before I finish. Any objection?"
"...ok."
As soon as my answer leaves my lips, Naruto drops to his knees right in front of me. His hands maneuvers like a pro to unhook my high-waisted jeans, and right there and then panics hits me like a truck.
"What are you doing–?!"
"I'm not finished yet."
"I–"
A sharp gasp chokes on my throat when he, with so much force, pulls my unhooked jeans along with my panties down my feet. I reach to hold his shoulders when I suddenly lose my balance as he tries to completely peel it off of me.
His strong grip holds my left ankle then pushes it up to hook on his shoulder. My body reflexively leans against the glass window behind me to keep me standing.
He drags his palm along my thigh now draping on his shoulder, then turning his head to plant a long, deep kiss there while glancing at me. "Look closely. I'll show you what I want. This is the first."
Naruto drags his wet tongue along my inner thigh, slowly getting near and near to my spread pussy right in front of his face. When it's only one kiss away, he glances up at me, a sly smirk appears on his lips, before he sticks out his tongue and–I gulp–finally licks my pussy.
My breath hitches by the wet, hot contact and I can't help it but close my eyes as it rolls back; my back arches; and my teeth grit tight. He drags his tongue slowly, deliberately teasing me, tracing it from the lowest part all the way up to my clit. Back and forth; slow and playful; deliciously yet so torturous. His saliva has completely wet the majority of my labia major, while my head is spinning along with his movement, as he doesn't seem to get enough of his feast down there.
He slowly slips his wet tongue deeper, pushing through the layer to find the lips of my entrance. He gives it a deep suck and a back-and-forth thrust for the while I completely lose count, before withdrawing slightly. "Look at how beautiful your little pussy is throbbing. You must be missing me, right, baby?" he mumbles.
Without sparing me a moment to process what he just said, he dives in again in a swift movement, now landing on my clit to give it attention. His slick tongue tweaks on that small bundle in a slow motion, slowly, slowly, before picking up his speed and it becomes so fast it makes my whole brain shut. My sanity lost. My leg wobbles like a jelly almost melting all over the floor.
"Naru–ahh–!"
My hands whip and hit the glass, fisting so fiercely as a scratching sound is heard by the friction of my nails against the surface–looking for something to grab or squeeze or anything as if trying to grip my soul there so that it won't vanish into thin air. But the torture he does down there is getting too much and too overwhelming to handle, sending waves of pleasure I first knew not too long ago.
"Look at me, 'Nata," he demands.
With my barely left mind, I peek at him through my half-lidded eyes, only to find him already staring at me with that scandalous view on full display. But it feels so hard to keep my focus as my eyes keep rolling back and shut after a few seconds open.
"Look at me closely or I'll stop."
A sudden dread washes over me, making my eyes snap open wider than before.
"Good girl," he smirks, then dives in again, eyes never leaving mine.
I feel my legs shake as his movement starts going rampant, his tongue going deep deep to thrust into my throbbing pussy so mercilessly, my clit swollen and shaking, his head tilts in a way that makes it look like he's going to penetrate his whole head into my hole.
"Oh God–!"
It's near!
Thrust!
I know it!
Lick!
It's that same weird feeling just like how I got my first orgasm before!
Suck!
Oh My God–Oh My Fucking God–
Thrust!
It's almost–
Thrust!
Thrust!
I–holy shit–I'm–
"...!"
My whole body trembles, it's only one thrust away until I hit my peak but sudden-fucking-ly, Naruto stops. He fucking stops right before I hit my release. With a fucking smirk on his face as if implicitly saying 'I win'. That fucking bastard!
The tremble turns into a spasm I can not hold as my body withers against the glass behind me, slowly dropping to the floor with my mind numb and my brain freezes and everything turns into a blur.
He unhooks my leg then ready to catch my body and positions me to fall onto his lap–cradling me within his embrace. He hugs me gently while waiting for my body to calm again while I fist the fabric above his chest to, somehow, calm again.
After a moment of silence, the spasm begins to subside even though I still pant sharply from the adrenaline rush that hit me.
Naruto slips his head to the crook of my neck, takes a deep breath on my skin, then gives a long kiss there. He whispers, "I want to go all out but it's only fair if you show me first what you want, hm?"
I can feel the smug grin on my skin as he said that but I'm yet ready to even use my brain to function again. It feels so mind-fuckingly numbing. The pent-up tension and the blown away release my body aches to hit. This fucking bastard clearly did it on purpose.
"I–" still trying to catch my breath, I continue, "you're an asshole."
"Thank you," withdrawing himself, he replies. "Now, would you show this asshole what you want?"
"No–hhhh–" another failed attempt to utter a word when, without any notice, he slips his finger to trail on my pussy–playing circle along the entrance as it mocks my lost, not going in nor leaving it completely.
"No, eh? Don't you see your little Miss here is craving for something to suck in?"
My eyelids become heavy again as I try so hard to keep it from shutting. I can't believe how sensitive my body has become, even just some touch from him can lit back the fire inside my core.
"I can give you what you ache for, baby girl. Just tell me."
In my defense, I nuzzle closer to the crook of his neck, my hands still fisting tightly on his cloth, jaw clenches to hold the moan I try to keep. But the work of his finger becomes more maddening, his thumb brushes my clit in a circular motion while his two other finger swiping up and down my core, deliberately slowing down whenever it passes my throbbing entrance as it slightly–just a taaaaad bit–slips deeper into my hole, then pulling it back again.
"N–Naru–ahhh–"
I can't. I can't anymore. Maybe dying is faaar more better than this sexual torture. I can't anymore. Fuck my pride. Fuck the price that might haunt me later. I want him.
I want him to fill me.
I want his cock to fuck me hard that I lost my fucking mind in every thrust he drill deep inside me.
"Fuck…me–" I say, gaping.
"Yes?" he teases, a wide smirk blooms on his lips as he gets his glory.
"Fuck me, daddy."
"How so?"
"Fuck me," my shaky hand reach to grab his wrist and push his finger to successfully slips inside my slick pussy, "ahhh–yes! Like this–!"
I've completely lost my mind when his long finger thrusts deep in me, grazing on the slippery wall of my vagina and make a mind-fucking pleasure that I feel like a thristy dog finally gulping water. My hand works on its own, pushing his finger back and forth until I taste heaven the more I increase my speed. Every move is hasty and rushed; greedy and rough; and the more I lead his finger to go deeper, the more my craving is sky-rocketing. I need more. I need more of him. His finger is definitely not enough. I need something bigger than this, something thick that would stretch my pussy wide open and blow my fucking mind away.
"Gimme your cock," my whisper came off seductively, not that I deliberately did that on purpose.
"What for?" he replies calmly, eyeing me with his satisfied look as if he totally gets his prey into his trap.
"I want your cock–to fuck me–hhhh" I choke on my breath when he pushes his finger until it reaches an untouched spot before, hooking his finger tip stirring my inside nuts, "ahhhh–yeshh–please fuck me hard–hhhh!"
I hear his chuckle vibrates through his chest and he adds another whisper, "What a naughty girl."
Naruto sweeps me up so effortlessly, my feet dangling from his hooked arm and I reflexively circle my arm around his neck. "Not here," he says as he lands a kiss on my forehead. I use the opportunity to calm my breathing. The throbbing inside my pussy is driving me insane now that his finger no longer fills me. It feels so not right, as if something is missing and it leaves me feeling completely lost. His strides are wide and impatient, leaving the marble floor to hurriedly pace somewhere else.
I close my eyes as I let him carry me to wherever he aims toward. My nose grazes on the skin of his neck, breathing in his enticing scent that puts ease and comfort to settle inside my chest. I plant a kiss on his pulse, a kiss below his ear, a kiss on the sharp edge or his jaw, a kiss just above his collar bone, and another after another on every inch of skin my lips can reach.
I hear a hard thud of him kicking the door while I'm busy licking in the blotches red I paint on his skin. The salty taste of his neck poured with the alluring smell of his pheromones resulting a sweet sensation that sounds so metaphorical. Irrasional. And utter nonsense. The surge of dopamine must be the one taking control of my reasonable thinking right now.
Naruto groans a few times whenever I tease some part of that few skin available for me to explore–trying all my luck to get the response that differs in every attention I give him. And whenever that response comes, it somehow fills me with indescribable pride that drives me wanting more and more, like I'm trying to get this man within my control.
When my kisses begin to get greedy, Naruto pulls himself away from me so that I stop doing what I'm busy with. He crashes his lips to mine and we engage in another kissing war with greedy needs driving our whole instinct.
He drops me gently when we reach his bed, nestling me in his comfy and warm mattress without breaking our kiss even just for a split second. The surface of the bed sinks right where he lands both his knees on either side of my waist, his hands clasping to mine while pinning me completely within his dominance.
Naruto withdraws from our kiss, straightening his back to stand on his knees, then towering over me who's helplessly flushed upon his den, panting for some air. His hands reach to the rim of his knitted top, pulling it over his head until he gets rid of it completely. I stare at his every move behind my hazy eyes, my throat bobs as I venture on his full-display upper body, how his muscles flex in all its glory, the perfect toned abs shielding his abdomen, his thick biceps, and the glorious tattoo painted beautifully from his back, up to his left shoulder, all the way to his chest.
I know I've seen his tattoo before, which lowkey scares me for the first time. But this opportunity gives me a moment to stare at it more intently which I didn't really get the chance last time. The head of the enormous fox plastered on his left chest with the fierce look on its eyes, showing its complete set of canines while the body is fully covering Naruto's back. Yet, the thing that truly catches my attention is the little red cherry right in the center of his chest–on which the fox is drawn aiming toward.
"Done ravishing my body with your eyes?" he asks while tilting his head.
I don't heed what he's saying as my gaze slowly drops to his teasing bulge on his crotch. I gulp when my brain unbiddenly opens a memory of what lies beneath his pants. Licking on my lower lip, I whisper to myself: it's here. It's finally here.
"Look at me when I talk to you!" he swiftly lunges toward me; pressing both arms on either side of my head until the bed bounces by his force, caging me completely under his body. Instead of getting intimidated, my hand unconsciously reaches up to place my palm right on his tattoo. Grazing my fingertips on his skin, I feel how his body feels warm within my touch. The heartbeats slamming against his chest are surreal, how can this small part of a person make so much noise? Though I'm in no place to talk because mine's definitely doing something as frenzy as his, if not way more crazier.
My finger trails on the ink outlining his tattoo, "It's beautiful."
"Say hi to Kurama."
I arch my brows, he named his tattoo? How cute.
"He used to be my pet. My fox pet."
The slight change of his voice is more than enough to make me understand. The picture of my Pokko suddenly comes into mind as I imagine how it feels to be in his shoes. Losing Pokko would definitely do some damage to my system. The worst ones.
My hand pulls him into a kiss, somehow trying to fix the mood again. His kiss is less aggressive than before, yet this time it feels more tender and not rushed, as if we have all the time we need within our pocket.
"But this little cherry is kinda out of place," I whisper in between our breaks.
"I like cherries," he simply answers. "Enough of that. We have a bigger fish to fry here." Naruto leads his hand to grope on my breast as he starts kissing my neck passionately. It automatically turns me on again just like a light switch; moans pooling on the back of my throat threatening to spill, breathing getting sharper and shorter as he as much fondling my boobies with so much vigor.
His kiss goes lower to my neck, renewing each hickey he made just a while ago as if it's begun to fade. Those wet noises come filling the air again as I so greedily fist a handful of his hair then pressing him tighter to me. His lips now busy sucking on my nipple as his hand plays with the other, rolling it with the tips of his fingers, tweaking, tugging.
It doesn't take so long until my arousal comes blasting again, the throbbing on my pussy gets even more wilder as it aches for something to fill me, something to pound me hard to pay off my failed release before. Goddammit, my core is stirring my mind nuts if he so much makes me wait any longer. Fuck.
"P-Please, hurry!"
"Hurry what?" Naruto looks up to me between the valley of my breast, his eyes a shade dark of blue when I land my lavender orbs upon them.
I gulp, "I can't wait anymore or I'd re–really lose my fucking mind." I try to make my voice as steady as possible even though I'm literally panting for air while my eyes keep threatening to roll back anytime he–so purposefully–grinds his impressive bulge on my clit.
"Ohh, you want my cock to fu–"
"Yes!"
He lets out a deep, breathy chuckle after I answered him a second too fast, with blazing lust on my eyes and desperation plastered on my face–or maybe my whole body.
He grinds harder that his bulge spreads open my folds all the way to my entrance, "Like this?"
"N-Noo–aahhh!" I choke on my breath, though the friction feels so much delicious, but I can't help imagining how great it'd feel when his cock is actually filling me, going deep inside me, completely. "F-Fill me!"
Naruto smirks, "Show me," he brings his face to my ear and whispers, "...how you want me to do you." He ends it with a kiss just below my ear, then slowly tugging my ear between his teeth.
I press my palms on his pecs, then gently push him until he stands on his knees while I proceed to sit. With shaky hands, I reach to touch his bulge–the one I've been hungrily eyeing–then trail my hand from the bottom part to the top before giving it a soft squeeze.
I can see him holding back his groan when I so purposefully repeat it. Drags and squeezes. Rubs and squeezes. Repeat, and repeat.
The more I massage his lil buddy, the more it gets bigger and harder–and this totally gets me gulping on my saliva thinking how incredible his package is once I free him from the confinement of his pants. I want to see more. I want to see all kinds of reactions he could possibly make upon his face with each different treatment I give him.
Without any more thinking, I unbutton his pants then pull down the zipper. Naruto keeps himself out from the things I do, letting me take things fully on my own as he eyes me with his gaze dripping with lust. My heart pounds like a madman by every passing second leading to the grand reveal of his raw cock, and finally–fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!
It stands so proud and strong. The veins protrude on its surface all along its shaft. Lump on my throat and electricity comes surging all over my body when I stare at it, stunned, finding it hard to breathe as I imagine how it'd fill me and stretch my throbbing pussy with its glory until my hole chokes on it.
I bend over until my lips can reach his tip, giving it a soft kiss knowing all too well how sensitive this spot is. The moment my wet lips land on his tip, Naruto flinches as a groan vibrates from the deep of his throat.
And it makes me proud. Somehow. It makes me wanting to give more, do more, explore each fucking possibility just to see his reaction on what I'm doing to him. I want to see. I want to see him buckle under my touch.
I kiss his dick again. And again. And again. Each time in a different place. And kiss again, tasting every inch of his skin until I feel it throbbing under my lips.
I tease him by sticking out my tongue, licking it shyly a few times like a little girl tasting her ice cream for the first time ever. Then I drag it slowly…slowly…slowly…from the tip all the way down to his balls and suck it–until it nestled inside my mouth, sipping it thirstily like it was a candy.
"Errgghh, 'Nata–" he groans while using one hand to fist my hair, holding me tightly as if to never let my head slip away even an inch.
My hands reflexively move up to hold the long of his dick, giving it some gentle squeezes as I slowly open my mouth, ready to take him in.
His cock slips in slowly, grazing on my lips as it enters me until I feel its tip poking the far end of my mouth. My gag comes inevitably even though it's only half of his dick that has entered my mouth. I withdraw slowly and shove it inside again with more force than before and the gag comes again, even worse than before. Dammit.
I know this is my first time doing a blow job and it's inevitable if I still need to practice with my gag reflex. But, I want to make him good. I want to take him wholly inside my mouth. I want my lips to reach all the way to the base of his cock as my throat clenches on his thickness. And I try again and again. I do it a few times, not minding the tear that has gathered on the corner of my eyes by the speed I'm putting in myself, until suddenly he cradles my cheeks to stop me from continuing, then lifting my head to meet his gaze.
"Take it slowly. I'll give you all the time you need," he says, with a soft smile on his lips.
My cheeks flushed a deep shade of red after hearing his understanding words. The cradle of his hands feels so soothing clashing against my burning face, then I nod, obeying his words.
My head's now moving slowly, his cock slips in and out my mouth smoothly just as far as I can handle while I'm using my palm to massage and squeeze the rest of his length that I can't take in.
He gathers strands of my hair that fall loose within his hand as my head bobs in a steady speed. The longer I do this repeated movement, the more I get used to it. My muscles' reflexes work better as I make less gagging than before.
I start picking up my speed while also using my tongue to do its part to lick his slipping cock. Every groan he makes just keeps fueling me to do more and more, faster and faster, deeper and deeper. In between my bobbing head, I peek at him with the intention to see what kind of expression he's making right now, only to find his eyes already staring at me behind his cloudy gaze. His cheeks flushing red, lips slightly agape with sharp breathing coming through in and out.
I smirk, seductively.
"Fuck," he gasps, "–fuck, Hinata, fuck you look so naughty–ergghhh holy fuck–"
His dick gets harder and harder even each throb it makes feels so apparent under my touch. I keep my speed up, my head bobs so hard that my neck begins to get sore from the repeated work.
"Hina–arghhh!" his moans get more and more uncontrollable as I keep playing with his throbbing cock. I know he's near. Almost. Almost. Almost there.
I feel the sudden surge of twitch on his hard cock inside my mouth, the tremble of his groans, and his knees slightly shaking. But all of sudden, he grabs both my shoulders and pushes me forcefully until I fall sprawled helplessly on his soft bed, detaching his dick from my mouth.
My brows furrow by his sudden act, why stopping me when he's only a few thrust away from cumming? Even the tip of his cock is already leaking precum dripping down his long erected shaft!
"Enough playing," he grunts.
Naruto holds my legs then pushes them aside and positions himself between them. "You know what's the similarity between you and peanut butter, baby?" he says between his panting breath while his hands are already working to tear a condom then putting it on. "You're both best served when it's spread," he smirks.
I don't know what kind of spell this man has casted upon me, but I swear to God, he's the hottest man I've ever seen in my life. Let alone I fuck. Damn. Goddammit. Does that even sound real? I fuck this mother-fucking gorgeous man?
Wow.
Wow.
I really need to slap myself awake if this is just a dream. But–damn. Dreams aren't supposed to feel this great. It's not supposed to make me feel so alive with the flame burning wild from the core of my soul. Especially when he starts grinding his hot, hard cock on my wet pussy–spreading my folds until he's fully wet with my juice. Or when he doesn't let his lips stay idle thus they keep sucking and kissing my tits like a beggar having a feast. Or when he pours his moans with mine like a sacred symphony falling straight from heaven.
My eyes roll back, my back arches like I'm being possessed as I push my hip up to welcome his thrust. Every friction is ecstasy, making my brain go high as my wet entrance begs to be filled the more he moves on me–yet he's still busy grinding as if testing my patience until I beg his mercy.
Grinds.
"P-Please–"
Slips.
"You ready, baby?"
Grinds.
"Yes–anytime!"
Slips.
He smiles, "Good girl."
As if on cue, he positions his cock right in front of my entrance then pushes it in without hesitation.
"Ohhh–fuck–!" I can't help my gasp when his stone-hard cock stretches my pussy wide, pushing all the way inside that I feel like being torn apart–in a pleasurable way–by his enormous size.
My nails dig on his tattooed back when he isn't even yet to penetrate his whole cock inside, but his movement halts. Looking at me behind his cloudy gaze, he lets out the gentlest voice, asking me, "You okay?"
I bury my face on the crook of his neck, unable to give him an answer other than a curt nod.
Naruto lands a kiss on my neck, then whispers, "I'll fuck you hard for a fucking thousand times so that you'll adjust to my size in no time."
He pauses for a few seconds before continuing to go deeper as I keep clinging onto him, never once I let go. I hear his groans vibrate through his chest, the heaves of our shoulders clash against one another as our skin flush red under the burning of our desires.
We both sigh in relief when he finally settles comfortably inside me, sparing the time to take in the whole sensation as our body becomes one with him filling me stuffed and full.
Naruto plants a kiss on my lips as he begins to move slowly, feeling how the slick wall of my pussy stretches and clenches with every leisure thrust he makes. I hook my legs on his waist, they unconsciously move along his thrust to push him further inside me.
While we still engage in our kiss, his thrusts start to pick up its pace. It begins to move faster. Each thrust becomes greedy and hasty, pounding my inside wild as if it's our last.
"N-Naruto-kun–ahhhh–!" My moans boom in the air, each breath we take becomes shorter and sharper as we are gaping for our lungs to be filled.
"Fuck fuck–Hinata! This is the second–" his sentence stopped when he takes in a deep breath.
I only furrow my brows, mind is far too blown by the fucking to properly function.
"Our deal, this is my…second–erghh!" he kisses me sloppily between his panting mouth, greedy lips stroking on mine in a rough movement along with the sped-up drill he pounds inside me.
"Look closely," he says, withdrawing himself to make space between us before our eyes lock, "–this is what I want."
Thrusts!
"I'll fucking blow your pussy until you totally lost your fucking mind!"
Thrusts!
"I'll fuck the life out of your body until you so fucking forget those stupid fucking mindset."
Thrusts!
"I'll fucking make you cum so hard that you totally spill every fucking drop of you juice all over my cock!"
Thrust! thrust!
"Arghhhh–yes–Oh My God–!" my eyes roll back while my mouth can't bear the moans anymore as they get louder and bolder.
"Haahh, do you believe in God, baby girl?" he lets out a breathy laugh. "You'll so much ask for His forgiveness because from now on you'll turn to worship me," he puts on another evil smirk. "You'll so much surrender under my mercy that you'd obey my every word just like a good girl that you are!"
"Yeshhh–of course, daddy–!"
Just as soon as my reply falls, Naruto's drill becomes more and more and more fast, hitting the furthest spot inside my vagina his cock could possibly reach, pounding me hard and rough and rash and any possible word to describe just how mind-fuckingly great he makes me feel.
My body trembles, my toes curl like crazy I'm afraid they'd snap off of my feet. Every inch of my skin is surged by the massive wave of lusty electricity, fireworks popping from the pit of my stomach, and my head is spinning like frenzy on each thrust.
I'm near! I'm getting there!
"Ughhh fuck fuck fuck! Hinata you're so fucking good–!"
"Harder–ahhh yesshh like that–!"
"Hinata–holyfuckkk I'm gonna come–!"
"Yeahh–! Let's–together!"
We can't even utter any word anymore as we focus ourselves with each thrust, panting harshly while our skin burning with each sensation it makes, and the held up release ready to explode anytime soon–
"AAHHHH–"
Oh My God!
Oh My Fucking God!
Fuck fuck fuck fuck!
My body turns into an uncontrollable spasm, his cock twitching hard as it shoots its release inside me, welcoming the flooding of my juice until they drip out from my pussy.
Our bodies cling onto each other like we're glued, breathing in and out the same air with sweat coating our skin wet.
"That…was–"
"Incredible," he finishes my words.
Naruto withdraws his body to look at me, a smile on his face as he leans in for a kiss without minding how his cock is still deeply buried inside me.
My arms keep circling around his neck as I welcome his kiss. In between the breaks, he rests his forehead on mine, half-lidded eyes trying to focus on my lavender orbs though he seems to have a hard time doing–still panting and flying by the dopamine rush. "Round two."
"Huh–" my breath hitches when he swiftly flips my body until I lay on my stomach. He scoops my waist until I bend over, ass arched higher as I slump my face on the cradle of his pillows.
The next thing I know, I feel him hard again. Thrusting inside, repeatedly, hurriedly, greedily. And I couldn't help gasping for air, moaning his name, crying at how good he makes me feel so alive, feeling myself being reborn by every fucking thrust he drills inside my core.
Time flies above my head. I've far forgotten Howl and Sophie we so supposedly watching comfortably on the couch, with popcorn and coke. All I care about is how he gathers me within his embrace after the not-so-brief period we play on this bed. All evidence of our war is scattered all over the place.
1…2…3…4…5…?
I count inside my head with the sheer consciousness I still manage to grasp. My vision goes blurry with the sleep pushing down my eyelids, but wait. I need to ask him something.
"What's the third?" my voice comes off so small.
He pulls me closer, my head nested on the crook of his neck, and I feel a kiss lands gently on the crown of my head. "Let's date."
His third lowkey startles me. But the weight on my eyelids won't let me stay awake to consider his offer thus my eyes slowly close.
Dating…huh?
I remember again those 5 used condoms lay forgotten on the floor, so I thought to myself, maybe they can speak enough of the answer I look for.
His heartbeat is thumping inside his chest in a comfortable pace, a lullaby under my ear to sing me to sleep.