Chapter Tags: smut, kissing, oral sex (M&F rec), fem masturbation, slut shaming in a kinky way, degradation, minor roleplay, minor daddy kink, p in v, protected sex, orgasms, bad come down from orgasm, angst, regret, feeling used/unwanted
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Your POV
âYeah that works for me,â Jensen breathes out against your lips. The pulse of arousal thrumming through your veins shoots straight to your core, and you find yourself craving his lips again.
âMe too,â you agree.
Itâs different to when you kissed him in your bedroom at your fatherâs birthday party. Thereâs more between you now. You kiss him this time, desperate to feel his tongue in your mouth, taste him on your lips. He tastes like whiskey, which is something youâre familiar with thanks to your taste in older men. Jensen grips your waist and holds you tight against him, spinning you around and lifting you to sit on you on the edge of the desk. You wrap your legs around his waist, forcing your dress to ride further up your body.
âGuess youâve found someone to fuck,â he smirks, running his hand up your bare thigh, sending waves of electricity coursing through you.
âAlways do,â you sass back, biting your bottom lip.
âBeing a slut is nothing to be proud of, sweetheart,â he tsks.
Your walls clench around nothing at his words, and you find yourself desperately dragging your mouth and teeth along his throat, his stubble scratching at your lips.
âIâm not a slut, Daddy,â you whine softly, slipping so easily into your favourite role. âI donât really know what Iâm doing, youâll have to show me.â Jensen scoffs, stepping back and instantly reaching up to wrap his hand around your throat. You give him wide doe-like eyes, biting your swollen bottom lip as you try to play the part.
âYou forget, baby girl, I know you. You canât play innocent with me, little whore.â He squeezes just a little tighter, restricting your blood flow and beginning to make your head fuzzy. Mixed with all the wine you drank at dinner, and the fact that youâre finally getting what you want from him, you feel like youâre almost floating away. âBet that mouth is good, huh? After all that practice,â he growls, rubbing the pad of his thumb roughly over your lips. You nod, realising that playing dumb isnât what he wants. He wants nasty, he wants slutty; he wants you exactly as you truly are.
âShow me.â Jensen uses his grip on your throat to force you down off of the desk and to your knees at his feet.
You gasp for air when he lets go, reaching up to tear into his jeans. You can already see the impressive bulge behind the denim before heâs even released it, and your cunt aches for him. He pulls himself out, thick and leaking in his hand as he offers it to you, and you instinctively open your mouth wide and stick out your tongue, tasting the salty precum as he taps it against the wet muscle. You hum, and then slowly close your mouth around his tip, sucking softly as you look up at him through your lashes.
âJesus,â he grunts, biting his bottom lip, his face pulling into what looks like a frown. âIâve wanted to see what else you can do with that bratty mouth of yours for a long time.â You smirk, hollowing your cheeks as you begin to suck him down, getting him deeper and deeper. Itâs not often you get to show off for a guy, not when youâre usually holding back, pretending you donât know what youâre doing.
You relish in being able to let go, act like you truly want to, sucking him hard, bobbing your head, desperate to please him. You take him practically all the way, holding him right at the back of your throat despite the way it makes you gag.
âLook at you, baby. I knew youâd be desperate to please me, but this is summinâ else,â he hums, pushing his fingers through your hair and holding your head steady, before starting to thrust his hips back and forth. Spit dribbles from your bottom lip, and you melt into his touch. Not many guys are brave enough to be this rough with you, and it only turns you on more. You cough when he finally pulls back and grants you air, and you reach up to dry your lips.
âKeep âem wet for me, honey, Iâm not done with you.â
You drop your hand, leaving your lips practically dripping with spit, puffy and swollen. Jensen steps back and strips his shirt off, and the view from your knees, watching him strip so aggressively, is making you squirm, desperately rubbing your thighs together for some friction.
âYou wanna touch yourself while I fuck that mouth?â he asks, ââcourse you do, little slut.â He smirks, clearly not even needing your answer. He bends at the knee, gripping the hem of your dress and ripping it up your body and over your head in one swift motion. Youâre left in only your panties, but Jensen is quick to pry your thighs further apart and then pull the lacy material to one side, exposing you to him. He brings his fingers to his lips and spits on them, before reaching between your legs once more, rubbing in circles over your clit. You instantly start to moan, bucking yourself against his touch, reaching out to grab his arm and keep it there, afraid heâs going to pull away. âLook at you, so desperate for me,â he coos mockingly.
You donât even care. You donât care how pathetic you look â you are pathetic. Youâve never wanted to fuck someone so badly in your entire life. Jensen stands back to full height.
âTouch yourself,â he commands. Youâre quick to do as youâre told as he feeds his cock back into your mouth. âLook at that, you can be a good girl and follow orders, maybe this is how I should reward your good behaviour from now on?â You nod around his cock, trying your best to suck him down as good as youâd done previously, even though the pleasure youâre now giving yourself is extremely distracting. Your fingers are sliding around so easily, youâre not sure youâve ever been this wet before.
Jensen steps back and reaches down to lift you to your feet, sitting you back on the desktop once more. He pulls your ass to the edge and smirks down at you, reaching up to rub his thumb over your used lips. You canât help yourself from sucking on the tip, looking him right in the eyes as you do.
âSo nasty,â he murmurs, shaking his head. He drops his hand, and you watch as he reaches for the hem of your panties, encouraging them down your legs. He hooks them over one ankle, leaving them dangling from the other, and then starts to tease your nipples, rolling his thumb over the hardened pebbles, pinching softly. His green eyes pierce into yours. âI wonder if you taste like a whore, too.â You watch him disappear out of your line of sight, and feel his hot breath on your core seconds later.
Tipping your head back you moan at the very thought of his mouth on you, licking and nibbling and teasing your centre. Not many men go down on you, and something tells you that the filthy mouth youâve only just discovered Jensen has is gonna be good at it. Youâd never even imagined Jensen would dirty talk so well, leaving you squirming and dripping from his words alone. Itâs not until you look down at him that he starts to lick, his tongue lapping up to your clit, little flicks with the tip over your bundle of nerves and then down to your entrance, as he pushes the warm, wet muscle inside. Your eyes roll and you tip your head back once more, reaching down to run your fingers through his hair, starting to grind your hips against his face, feeling his stubble graze against the delicate skin on your ass.
âFuck,â you gasp out, biting your bottom lip hard, already feeling close to an orgasm as he licks and sucks and nibbles at all the right times. But you donât want to cum if itâs not on his cock. âFuck me, fuck me, please fuck me,â you start begging, scraping your nails through the hair at the nape of his neck.
Jensen pulls back, standing up abruptly to kiss you, the taste of you still thick on his tongue and lips.
âThereâs a rubber in my purse,â you tell him, biting your bottom lip. âIâm on the pill, but just in case.â
Jensen smirks, chuckling softly under his breath, âmaybe youâre not a dumb slut after all.â
âNot dumb, just a slut,â you confirm with a smirk, playfully nipping his bottom lip.
He laughs as he pulls back and rounds the desk to collect your purse from where it fell to the floor. He rummages inside and finds your small bullet vibrator first, cocking an eyebrow.
âThey canât always get me off alone,â you shrug, biting your bottom lip. Jensen scoffs, dropping it back into your purse.
âI donât need that,â he tells you confidently, his hand retreating from your purse with a condom in it.
âYouâd be surprised how many guys say the same thing,â you tease, watching him tear into the packaging with his teeth, before rolling the rubber down his length.
Jensen looks back at you with eyes several shades darker.
âI know exactly how to fuck little sluts like you,â he growls, tugging you further to the edge of the desk, making you squeal. âAnd anyway,â he smirks, reaching up to grip either side of your chin, forcing you to look at him, âI donât give a shit about getting you off, youâre here for my pleasure, got that?â The thought of Jensen using you only makes you quiver, and he takes advantage of the way your pussy starts to flutter to push into you. âFuck, baby girl,â he grunts, âhow does any guy think youâre a sweet little virgin?â You smirk, regaining your composure as he holds himself still inside you for a moment.
âI can be very persuasive,â you purr, seeing that he doesnât believe you. You bite your bottom lip and once again slip back into the role you so naturally take on for men just like Jensen; even though you know youâll never be able to find better than him. You watch Jensenâs eyes narrowing just a little as yours widen.
âOuch,â you whimper, reaching out to grip his waist. âYouâre so big, Daddy, I donât think you fit,â you tell him softly, biting your bottom lip. Jensen smirks, pulling back and slamming into you. You squeal out, digging your nails into his skin. âDaddy, fuck⌠does it stop hurting soon?â You subtly roll your hips down into him. âBe careful, I havenât done this before,â you mewl, clenching around him to make yourself tighter. Jensen grunts, throbbing inside you as he holds himself deep. âOkay, I think Iâm ready for you to start fucking me,â you tell him innocently, reaching down to softly rub your clit. He starts fucking you as per your request and you moan softly and sweetly, throwing your head back. âFuck, that feels good now, I didnât think it felt this good, do you like my tight little virgin pussy, Daddy?â
âJesus fuck,â Jensen moans, shaking his head. âYouâre something else, sweetheart.â
You break character to giggle, rolling your hips down into him as you wrap your arm around his neck and help him fuck you. Jensen doesnât take it easy once youâve dropped the act, fucking you so hard the desk starts to budge along the floor, the sound of skin slapping on skin is filling the room, and you just hope that itâs not so loud that your father will hear it all the way upstairs. But the house is large enough, you canât imagine heâd hear it. Jensen doesnât seem to care, anyway.
While you had been acting, Jensenâs cock is much thicker than youâre used to, and each time he thrusts harder, your walls smart at the way youâre stretching around him.
âSee, sweetheart, you take it like a whore too,â he smirks, leaning down to start biting your neck. You moan, meeting his thrusts, feeling an orgasm start to build deep in your stomach. âTold ya you wouldnât need that toy. Thought you fucked men, not boys?â
Youâre too close to your release to reply, your eyes rolling back. You almost want to sass back, try and knock him down a peg or two, but honestly? He deserves to be this cocky. Clarissa has really been missing out, not knowing how good she had it all this time. Why wouldnât she want to fuck this man at every given opportunity?
âShit, Jensen,â you cry out, your climax hitting you hard, your legs shaking around him as you cum. Jensen holds himself still, gasping for air.
âFuck, that feels good baby, feel so good cumming on my cock like that.â
Your head is spinning, your mouth slack, and no noise is coming out even though internally youâre screaming his name. Jensen wraps your arms around his neck once more and lifts you off the desk, carrying you over to one of the armchairs. He sits himself down, his cock still buried inside you as you sit in his lap.
You start to bounce, leaning down to kiss him each time you drop your hips, and Jensen grips your waist and helps your movements, bucking his hips up to meet you in the middle.
âI want you to cum again,â he whispers breathlessly against your mouth. âThink you can do that, baby?â You nod, even though youâre growing tired and your first orgasm is still fizzling in the base of your stomach. ââCourse you can, little slut like you,â he smirks, making you moan. âYou like when I remind you what a whore you are, donât you?â You nod again, feeling yourself dancing along that edge for a second time. âBecause you are one, look at you, bouncing up and down on my cock, letting me use this perfect little body of yours.â Your moan is choked as you get closer and closer. âNo wonder so many men fuck you, bet they can see youâre up for it from a mile away. I could be anyone, couldnât I, baby? Anyone with a cock to fill you with.â
âNo, Jensen, I want you,â you tell him honestly. âOnly you.â You kiss him, desperate to feel validated, to feel like you mean something to him. You need to mean something to him.
Jensen pulls back, fucking up into you harder, and youâre right there once more, and from the way heâs fucking you, you think he might be close too.
âGonna cum, baby?â he prompts. You only have the sanity to nod. You scrape your nails down his chest as you fall over the edge, feeling him deep inside you. âNow donât go getting attached, sweetheart, I just wanted to get my dick wet because Iâm celebrating.â
Your head is still foggy from your climax as his words sink in and he starts moaning. But as soon as you realise what heâs said, the fall from your high is heavy and fast. Heâs barely finished cumming when you pull off of him, getting up. Heâs used you, out of every other guy youâve ever slept with, you never thought Jensen would be the one to do something like that. Youâre normally accustomed to being used; you expect it from strangers, but not from him.
You turn around and start scrambling to find your dress and panties, feeling tears pressing at the backs of your eyes.
âHey, you okay?â Jensen checks, sitting up straighter.
You ignore him, not sure you can even look at him without breaking down completely. You manage to get your clothes back on and grab your purse, ignoring Jensen as he calls your name again, and flee to your room where you know itâs safe to break down.
Christmas is always hard thanks to your dysfunctional family, but this one might be the worst one yet.
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