Romans & histoires Boyfriend Smut

“Is this how you usually dress out? I appreciated it when you were at mine but I don’t think I like it when other guys see this.” I ignored his possessiveness, hanging onto his first sentence. “Does that mean we can be together?” “It does mean I can smack your ass in public, so yes.” I laughed. “You cannot smack my ass in public.” “Try me and see.” “Why don’t you just do it now?” I offered. It might have made me seem like a horny slut but I didn’t care when I was in front of Damon. He was my boyfriend and I was allowed to offer him sex whenever I wanted.

Thumb smeared the bead of liquid over the slit. "Fuck...Sandra.." His hips jerked. "Gonna make me come too soon if you keep that up." "I want you bare," I said, voice raw. "Want to feel every inch stretch me open." He froze for a second. Then nodded. "I'm clean. Tested last month. You?" "Clean. On the pill." I spread my legs wider. "Fuck me raw, Damon. Fill me up." A guttural sound tore from his throat.

He smiled at what I had said. About having a boyfriend. We both knew I didn't care. “A boyfriend who can’t make you come,” he said. My cheeks flushed in embarrassment. He must’ve heard the conversation we were having earlier. He pushed his hips closer to mine. “A boyfriend that doesn’t excite you anymore.” he traced the inside of my thighs with his finger. “I bet your boyfriend doesn’t make you this wet anymore,” he murmured against my ear. I gently squeezed my legs as his fingers brushed against my clit. “You need a man, Claire, not a boy.”

“This is what you get for being a backstabbing slut. Fucking your boyfriend’s brother while he’s probably crying somewhere.” The degradation makes me cum again, my pussy clamping down around his cock as I gush all over him. He keeps thrusting through it, harder and faster, his heavy balls slapping my ass. I grab my phone and start recording. “Smile for Jake, Ryan,” I moan, angling the camera so it captures his cock slamming into my pussy. “Tell him how much better you fuck me.” Ryan grins at the camera, pounding me mercilessly. “Your girl’s pussy is so much tighter than I imagined. She’s creaming all over my cock right now, bro. Begging for my cum like the desperate slut she is.”

I knew he couldn't see almost anything of my body because my entire body was almost covered in foam, but that didn't stop him from getting excited. "What a hot, fucking exhibitionist slut! Damn… Feel that hot dick in you; feel it." I knew that my boyfriend was also masturbating on the other end of the line, completely drunk on the sight of me touching myself and wiggling, moaning his name. So he managed to make me even more relaxed.

To my slutty dimples, like he called them. "Can I pull your dick out?" I ask desperately, unable to stop squirming because I'm too hard to stay still right now, "Can I rub it for you, Boyfriend? I can see it's hard again." "Yeah, do that," he responds, so I move really fast to open his pants and pull that fat cock out again. It's so imposing, so hard and so big. And mine, "Slide closer and jerk us off together."

I feel the raw, aching need between us. His pace quickens suddenly. His hands lift me up and then slam me down hard. The desk groans in protest beneath us. I scream as my body starts to shake. The pleasure explodes through me like a beautiful firework. He groans right after me. His cock twitches wildly. I feel him spill inside me. Hot cum floods my pussy in thick pulses. The warmth spreads everywhere and mixes with my own juices. That sensation triggers my final orgasm. It arrives as a stunning wave of pure bliss. My pussy milks him dry with rhythmic squeezes. We cling to each other desperately. Romance seals the moment forever. The smut we just shared stands as a testament to our unbreakabl

the other girl giggled. Casey bottled up the anger inside her and she dropped her shopping bags in her car trunk. "Hey that's Casey, Zach ex girlfriend" a guy pointed at Casey. "She's beautiful" the other guy commented. "Nah, have you seen Zach's current girlfriend? she's an angel. She's so pretty that she doesn't need make-up but Casey depends on make-up. I wish I am the one dating that angel" the guy stated with dreamy eyes. Casey fumed and she entered her car, if she listen to one more whisper about her, she's sure that she'll lock that person in a cell forever.

She even smacked Jordyn's ass a few times, making the girl gasp and shiver. "Fuck that fat fucking cock, baby! You know you love it!" Casey said, giggling. "Fuck my fucking sexy boyfriend! Dirty little slut!" She was laughing as she said these things, but they actually seemed to turn Jordyn on. God, it was hot. "Oh, fuck!" Jordyn cried out. Her ass got even tighter around me every time Casey smacked her. And the sex went on and on.

He touches me lightly on the side of my pussy lips, I'm so wet there already, the glide is smooth and deliciously and he pulls away from the kiss. “So fucking wet” he murmurs and spreads my legs as far as my skirt permits to look at my leaking core. I'm wearing the simple white panties that my boyfriend gifted me. Fuck. My boyfriend. Instead of me drawing away, my pussy clenches at the thought of my boyfriend, he would never know. “Just for me? You bad girl” he says and I whimper as he slides his fingers over my pussy lips, I'm so sensitive and ready for him. “Hmmm I've got to see if you can take it” he says and pull my skirt up completely to show him my drenched panties.