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Day 1 of kinktober!
Warnings: smut, p in v, rough sex, mirror sex, hair pulling, dom Chris
You had no idea how things had escalated to this point, one second you were just in Chris’s room chatting , the next you were in his bed, stripped bare, thighs parted with him settled between them. His mouth was hot and demanding on yours, kissing you like he’d been starving for you all along.
“Please Chris,” you begged, voice trembling as he dragged himself along your slick, swollen folds, the thick weight of him sliding up and down but never pushing in. Every tease had your body twitching with need, your breath breaking into shaky whines.
With effortless strength, he shifted you, flipping your body until you were on all fours in front of his mirror. The sight alone had your stomach tightening, your flushed skin, the way your chest rose and fell, and Chris right behind you, towering over your body.
His grip tightened on your hips, his eyes locking with yours in the reflection. “I’m gonna ruin you, princess,” he rasped, pressing the head of his cock against you just enough to make your thighs tremble. “I want you to watch how perfect you look taking me, every second I fuck you, I want you to see what you do to me.”
Chris pushed forward slowly at first, the thick stretch of him making you cry out as your gaze stayed locked on the reflection. Your lips parted, a soft moan slipping free, and the sight of your own face, already flushed, eyes glassy sent heat straight through your body.
“Fuck, look at you,” he groaned, snapping his hips forward harder, burying himself fully inside you. The sudden fullness had you clawing at the sheets beneath you, your moans echoing around the room.
Each thrust pushed you closer to the mirror, forcing you to watch as your body rocked back against him. His hand tangled in your hair, tugging just enough to lift your head. “Eyes on me, princess,” he growled, his reflection’s stare pinning you in place. “I want you to see how wrecked you look baby”
Your thighs shook with every snap of his hips, the wet sounds of your bodies meeting filling the room. Chris’s grip on your waist tightened, his pace relentless as he fucked you deeper, his chest heaving against your back.
“Omg you’re taking me so good,” he panted, lowering his mouth to your ear as his thrusts grew rougher. “Don’t look away baby.”
Chris drove into you harder, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body until your knees felt like they could give out beneath you. The mirror showed everything the way your mouth fell open around helpless moans, the way your breasts bounced with every snap of his hips, and the sheer focus in Chris’s eyes as he fucked you deeper.
Your walls fluttered around him, the pressure building so sharply it almost hurt. “Chris-fuck, I’m so close” you cried out, gripping the sheets so tightly your knuckles turned white.
He pulled your head back by your hair just enough to keep your eyes locked on the reflection. “I know, princess. Look at yourself, look at how perfect you are falling apart for me.” His words vibrated against your skin, his breath hot in your ear.
His thrusts turned punishing, relentless, the wet slap of your bodies colliding echoing through the room. The coil in your stomach snapped, and your vision blurred as your orgasm ripped through you. Your body trembled violently, your cry muffled as Chris’s hand pressed firmly against your hip to keep you steady.
“Fuck yes that’s it,” he growled, watching your reflection unravel. “Cum for me, cum all over my dick while I fuck you threw it.”
Your walls clenched around him, pulsing so tightly that it dragged a strangled moan from his throat. He thrust deeper, harder, chasing his own release as you shook beneath him, overstimulated but unable to stop.
“Chris, I can’t” you sobbed, body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure wracked you.
“Yes you can. Take it, princess. Take all of it.” His voice broke into a groan as his pace faltered, hips slamming flush against you one last time. You felt him spill hot inside you, his grip digging into your skin as his own orgasm tore through him.
For a moment, the only sound was both of your ragged breathing and the faint creak of the bed as he finally slowed, keeping himself buried inside you, still forcing you to face the reflection of your wrecked, flushed body.
Kinktober day 1!
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