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[g4rdenbysza]

ꪆৎ ˚⋅ chris is such an asshole when it comes to nathan’s girlfriend, duh. you steal his best friend from him all the time! so when you text nathan pictures to post on instagram with your ass all out, he calls you every name under the goddamn sun: says you look like you snuck onto earth with that ugly ass face. ironic of him, really, considering his favorite position to fuck his best friend’s girlfriend in is missionary. needing to see your pretty face, because it’s his only weakness.

“nahhhh.” chris exhaled through his nose, watching you falter. “so motherfuckin’ confident sending your boyfriend those ass pics, but now you’re here tremblin’, can’t even get it to bounce on me?” your thighs burned. your arms were too weak to hold you up anymore. you were trembling so hard your teeth chattered. you didn’t know how many times he’d pushed you to the edge, dragged you there by the throat only to let you dangle. never letting you fall. never letting you cum. he was mean about it. he enjoyed it.

it started with the photos. cute little shots in that tight little mini skirt. you knew what you were doing, you had sent them to nathan, but you knew chris was there. you knew he’d see them. you wanted him to. now, you were straddling him, body damped in sweat, nipples swollen from how many times he’d bitten them, twisted them. your pussy was so overstimulated it throbbed even untouched, leaking onto his thighs, your wetness pooling under you as if you’d spilled your guts out. but still. still. he wouldn’t let you finish.

every time he’d sense your orgasm building, your stomach tensing, your hips stuttering, he’d rip it away. pull his cock out of you. snatch his fingers from your clit. leave you with that horrible emptiness. that ache. that annoying pressure that refused to leave your body.

chris’s hand slid from your waist where he’d been guiding you like his own personal sex doll, to your tits. his fingers grabbed your brown, sensitive nipples and rolled them slowly, watching your jaw clench from the sting. your hips jerked up desperately. “fuck—” you choked, already gasping. your hair stuck to your sweaty face, your head dropping to the side. you couldn’t even look at him anymore. you couldn’t bear to see the satisfaction on his fuckin’ face. he could tell you were close again. he always knew.

chris grabbed your waist again, this time not to steady, but to lift you. he threw you off his lap. your body hit the bed hard, soooo sore and dizzy, your cunt painfully clenching around nothing. you whimpered. he climbed over you slowly. his knees pinned your thighs open. he was fully in control, leaned over you, sweat dripping from his jaw as he reached down to grip his cock, fat and twitching in his hand.

he lined it up with your entrance. you spread your legs, twitching violently as they opened wider. your pussy fluttered. you were so soaked it was nasty. your thighs were trembling, your chest stuttered with each breath, and you blinked rapidly, trying to stay present, trying not to collapse from the desperation of needing him inside you. he laughed under his breath. you were falling apart for him and he loved it so badly. “chris, please,” you whispered. “i need to…” your words broke as your lip trembled. your body was betraying you, crying without permission. your eyes watering with heat. your thighs closed tighter around his hips, not to trap him, but to grasp yourself into reality.

chris rubbed his swollen tip against your urethral, dragging it up and down soooo slowly. your cunt twitched around nothing, your clit throbbing. then the tears came. three hot tears dripped down your cheeks. two from the left. one from the right. chris tilted his head. “look at you fuckin’ cryin’.” he sounded delighted. however, because he loves when you cry for him, he pushed inside.

your back arched off the bed, he slid in so deep, so fast, your whole body jerked. the fullness making you scream, your pussy clamped down around him hard, the overstimulation felt like pain. “aughh—chris! please. please, please—” you sobbed. his thrusts were heavenly. dragging against every sensitive nerve, every edge inside you. it felt like your body was breaking apart and you loved it. hated it. needed it. chris wiped your tears with his thumb as he fucked into you. then he licked it. sucked the salt off the thumb of his skin.

“i wonder what nathan would think,” he whispered, “if he saw his girl like this. sobbing. begging me to fuck her.” you could barely hear him. you were somewhere else. somewhere floating. you moved your hips on instinct, trying to meet his thrusts, knowing he had to be close too, he hadn’t cum yet either. you could feel how hard he was. how swollen. how angry he was inside you.

“he…he’d be mad,” you choked out. “so so so mad…” chris gripped the bedpost above your head and fucked into you. your body jolted upward with each thrust. the headboard slammed the wall. the sheets were soaked beneath you. you were about to cum. finally. after all of it. your whole body tightened around him. it was finally fuckin’ happening. it was going to hit…

and then it didn’t. a ringtone. loud. so fuckin’ loud.

chris stopped his movements. you screamed. “no, no—please!” your voice cracked, completely gone. your body thrashed under him, hips chasing anything. you were right there. you could feel the delicious feeling. but chris had already pulled out. you whimpered, throat dry, tears streaming again. you tried to close your thighs, tried to press your palm to your clit but he caught your wrist mid air and pushed it away. he climbed off the bed. “might be important,” he said. “you never know…” you lay there, legs still spread open, shaking uncontrollably. you couldn’t breathe. you couldn’t think.

chris picked up his phone. paused. stared. then looked at you, a mean, mean smirk spreading at his thin lips as he held up the screen. “what are the fuckin’ odds,” he muttered. “it’s your boyfriend.”

[g4rdenbysza]

‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚ — CHERRY BOMB. 9teen. latina.

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