I wrote some of this awhile ago, but now that I was inspired to change it to a photo that @jaredletofuckmelikethedevil and a wonderful post from @missmaryallison so I decided to change it.I bet this is longer than most imagines I swear it wasn’t suppose to be that way.
Ok *breathe in and out…one more time*….read please
*WARNING COMPLETE SMUT, DOMINANCE, SEXY, SMUTTY WORDS, A LITTLE ROUGH PLAY*
Imagine meeting Jared at a local bar, store, (where ever you want
it to be) he took an interest in you right away and he asked you out.
Of course you say yes, when you go home your freaking out and
screaming into your pillow like a teenage girl with a crush! *I’m
sure we’ve all done that lol*
After a few weeks of dating you’re at his house (his new one).
Things are getting hot and heavy. You and Jared are already out of
your clothes but still in your underwear. You of course still have
your bra on. Before you continue, you tell him you need go to the
bathroom….to clean yourself up (like hello it’s Jared freaking
Leto!) but you don’t tell him that.
You walk out of the bathroom and into his room. You look towards
his bed, you see him standing at the edge of his bed. You couldn’t
help but glance up and down at him. You bite your lower lip, you take
one step, in the front of the other slowly towards him. He stops you
“uh uh,” he waves his finger, he points to the floor “get on
your knees and crawl to daddy”
You slowly bend down to the floor, you get on your knees and
hands. You crawl your way to his feet. While crawling to him he
whispers “Come to daddy.” You bite your lower lip, and nod a yes.
You made it to his feet. You sit on your heels, and look down to the
floor. He bends down, he rests on hand on his knee, he lifts your
chin to meet his gaze. “This is Daddy’s bedroom, and when you are
in Daddy’s bedroom, you obey his commands without thought. You call
me nothing else but Daddy.” The back of his fingers caressing the
side of your cheek. “You do what I tell you, when I tell you, how I
tell you. You don’t question Daddy. You simply just do. Do I make
myself clear?” A
ghost of a smile graced his mouth, a shiver went down your spine.
You nodded a yes with a bashful smile.
baby-girl, now take off those panties.” He immediately stood
straight up, with his gaze still on yours. You swallowed, you slowly
stood up onto your feet. You took a few steps back, his gaze never
living yours. Drawing
in a shaky breath, he watched as you reached behind you to unclasp
your bra. The movement thrust your breasts forward, emphasizing their
round, firm shape and those pretty nipples Jared thirsted to suck
into his mouth.
He licked his lips. Fresh
lust kicked him in gut, pulsed in his balls, as you sent him a
hesitant glance, then hooked your thumbs on the waist band over your
hips. Slowly, so damn slowly he tried not to hold his breath, you
began pulling your panties down displaying your perfect skin. Jared
clenched his jaw. He was dying to taste you. You were already slick,
wet and ready for him. Knowing that was killing him, but he held it
together. Finally your underwear hit the floor. You straightened up,
casting him a uncertain glance.
up your panty.” he said. You stared at him a little frown crinkling
between your brows as you tried to make sense of that request. “I’m
not going to repeat myself,” he warned. You didn’t want to
displease him so you bent and picked up the underwear then held it
against your breast. You hair lay messy across your shoulders. “Give
me the underwear baby-girl.” Swallowing you reached out a unsure
hand full of panty. Jared took the thong
from you and bunched it in his hand. It was damp. He knew you were
wet, he could smell your arousal. “You’re wet,” You said nothing,
just stared with wide eyes. “Acknowledge my comment baby-girl.
Yes or no.” “Yes” you breathed “Yes what?” he prompted. You
swallowed “Yes…daddy.” “Good. I like that you’re wet. I plan
to keep you that way all night.”
“Ah, what do you call me in this room? If I have to remind you
again I’ll paddle your ass until I see pure red.” Slowly but
surely, you said “I’m sorry Daddy. It won’t happen again.”
“Good.” His facial expression said it all. He hardly blinked, his
gaze never left yours. He tossed the underwear to the corner of the
room. Now, first time under his domination he had taken total charge
of you. He did not want to show no weakness, no lack of control only
on your knees baby-girl.” You cast your gaze and dropped to your
knees. Jared took two steps towards you. He could feel your
exhalations on his black jean covered cock. It took every ounce of
self-control not to rip at his pants and toss them away so he could
feel your breath, your lips, your tongue, your mouth on him. “Very
good, baby-girl, as a reward you may speak. What is it you want to
say?” “I’m not use to this. I don’t know much about oral sex.”
“How do you know that is what I want?” “Well I’m on my knees so
I assumed. I tried it once, and the guy never…” “He didn’t come
in your mouth?” You blushed and looked towards the floor and shook
your head. Jared wanted you to experience acts that aroused you, but
to be the first man to fill your tongue with his seed made his balls
draw up even tighter. You chewed your bottom lip nervously.
your daddy, my responsibility is not just to “order you around”.
It’s give you the ultimate pleasure. To guide you. It’s starts with
trust, you must place your trust in me. I will do my part. Do you
understand?” You Your gaze left his face, traveled down his torso,
then rested on the insistent erection
pushing against his jeans, right in front of your face. Your tongue
peeked out to smooth over your bottom lip again. Jared drew in a
sharp breath, reeling back the thoughts that, soon, your pretty pink
tongue could be bathing the head of his cock. Lust twisted his gut,
turning it into unbreakable knots of need. He was testing you as much
as he was torturing himself. “Yes…sir.” your gaze never leaving
the sight of his jean covered cock. He unsnapped his jeans and eased
down the zipper. His cock sprang free, into his hand. He slowly
stroked the length of it for your gaze. You zeroed in on his hard
flesh, your expression uncertain and hot. You wanted to touch him;
your face, like a kid with your face pressed against a candy store
window, told him that.
cock, he waited, watching your greedy eyes follow his hand. When a
drop of moisture beaded on the head of his cock and you licked your
lips at the sight, Jared eased his free hand around your head,
anchoring it under your hair. The soft strands fell over his fingers
like silk as he cupped your nape. He thumbed the soft skin at the
side of your jaw and slowly urged you forward. “Suck me,
baby-girl.” Closer, closer, your mouth came to his cock. Your gaze
flew up to his, connecting, locking with his own as you edged in.
Jared held his breath. God, he couldn’t look away from you,
couldn’t stop watching those sensual red lips part open to take him
inside. Felt a fucking fever rage through him as he imagined how hot
and silky your mouth would be. Finally, you enveloped the swollen
head, still seeping moisture. Your gaze never wavered as your lips
closed around him and your tongue swept across his sensitive
underside, sending a blinding jolt of pleasure screaming up his
spine. He gritted his teeth to capture the moan threatening to spill.
pulled back a fraction. He allowed it but tightened his hand at the
back of your neck in warning. That pretty pink tongue laved the head
of his cock, then wet your soft lips again. He watched it all,
scorched by the sight, by your hot gaze drilling into him, innocence
and wonder and the desire to experience everything finally
overshadowing your fear and doubt. At the sight, it took every bit of
Jared’s control not to start pumping wildly into your mouth. He
drew in a sharp breath. “Deeper, baby-girl.
All the way to your throat.” You nodded, your head bobbing, your
tongue stroking the blood engorged tip of his cock. You opened wider,
leaned in. The
hot, slick heaven of your mouth enclosed half his length (which we
know ladies it’s BIG), cradled by your exploring tongue. He hissed.
You shook your head, going down, trying to take more. The feel of you
all around him, the sight of you trying to fill your mouth with his
flesh, combined to push him dangerously close to the edge.
again tightened at your neck as he pushed another inch of his cock
into the sweet depths of your mouth. You pulled back a fraction, then
slid your lips even farther down his length—nearly to the back of
your throat. You moaned. The sound vibrated inside him. Pleasure
streamed up his dick, wrapped around his balls like a vise. It
doubled when you raised your hand to his dangling testicles and
cupped them with gentle fingers. Damn, you had good instincts. He
tensed, again fighting the urge to unleash his lust, to fuck your
mouth in a mindless pursuit of pleasure, let go of the come boiling
in his scrotum. Your slow exploration was killing him, breaking him
down. His toes curled against the hardwood floor.
The head of his
cock finally bumped the back of your throat, adding a new dimension
to his pleasure. Unable to stop himself, he closed his eyes and
groaned “That’s it, baby-girl. That’s right. Suck me deep.”
Opening his eyes again, Jared found you over his cock, eyes closed.
You were damn near gracious, the way you held him, took him so far
inside. Then you eased back with a leisurely swipe of your tongue.
Slow. So damn slow, he’d lose his mind, his control, before you
fastened your mouth around his length again. He was leaking, fluids
escaping his body in a desperate rush to orgasm. Every muscle in his
body tense now, trembling, he shoved both hands into your hair and
demanded more. “Faster. Put your sweet tongue on me….there you
With his help,
you established a more rapid rhythm but still slow enough that he
swore he could feel every groove and bump on your tongue. Still slow
enough to completely rob him of his ability to think, to remember his
own damn name. Not fucking your mouth was no longer an option. His
hands fisted in your hair. He thrust past your wide, sleek lips,
bumping the back of your throat each time. “Swallow,” he
demanded, voice broken. “When
I’m at the back of your throat, swallow on me.” Amazingly, you
did. Every time he sank deep. Perfect rhythm, as if you were a
fucking pro. Sweat broke out at his temples, across his back, as he
tried to resist the growing pressure in his balls. He couldn’t deny
the pleasure for long. The wave built into a dark, sharp ache,
demanding he gives in. He held it back, gritting his teeth every time
your candy tongue danced over the flared purple head, every time your
flushed cheeks hollowed as you sucked him in.
wanted to stop the roaring rush toward the cliff, live in this
honey-thick throb a bit longer. He withdrew from your mouth, fighting
to get a breath without your scent on it, needing a moment that
wasn’t totally bombarded with the silk of your tongue bathing his
cock. When he left your mouth with a soft pop, you whimpered, licked
your lips. Turned a hot gaze up to him that pleaded and dared.
“Please, daddy…” You fixed your hungry stare on his cock. He
took his erection in his hand, swiped a thumb over the weeping head,
then pushed the wet digit into your waiting mouth. “You want more
of that?” Your breath came hard and you swiped the moisture from
the pad of his thumb with your tongue. “Yes, daddy.” “Tell me
what you want.” “I want to suck you, daddy.” “What part of
me?” he barked, still torturing them both with long strokes of his
hand up and down his length. “Your cock, daddy. Let me suck it
please.” “You haven’t followed my instructions particularly
well so far. I don’t know if I should allow it” “I will from now
on, daddy. I promise.” “I’ll hold you to that, baby-girl.” He
anchored his hand at your nape again. “Now suck me.”
gave into the urge to thrust into your mouth again with a loud moan
that should have shaken the cabin’s rafters. Again, he couldn’t
resist the urge to fuck your mouth. His deep, insistent rhythm filled
you, demanding you take and take. He watched you, lips were swollen,
cheeks rosy, eyes half-closed as if savoring him. Your nipples were
harder than ever. The sight of you burned into his brain, shredded
his control. He stiffened again, the pressure in his balls nearly
painful as he held his breath and held back his climax. Delaying the
earth-shattering inevitable. Your eyes opened, gaze lifting to him,
asking and seducing at once.
wanted reassurance, sweetly begged him to let go, tempted him with
the promise of ecstasy like he’d never known. With that look, his
control broke. The peak of ecstasy raced from the base of his spine,
burned through his balls, up his cock, until he exploded. Pleasure
ripped your name from his lips in a horse cry. “Baby-girl!”
became a chant as he repeated it over and over while the sharp edge
of bliss seemed to last forever, pounding his body with one
relentless pulse of ecstasy after another. Faintly, through the haze
of his roaring heartbeat, he heard you gurgling. “Swallow,” he
rasped, rubbing one of his hands along your neck. “Swallow,
baby-girl.” You felt the warm thick liquid running down your tongue
and throat. A smile breaking out across your face told him your rush
of excitement at breaking him down, stripping him of his iron
defenses. He pulled away from the sweet depths of your mouth.
Fullness lazed through him, and control acknowledged itself. Now, he
could mow down your barricades and return the favor. Now, Jared could
capture your surrender, strip your soul, and make sure that having
sex with any other man would never be on your wish list again.
panting, tired yet flying, you stared at Jared as you rose to your
feet. He tossed his pants aside and turned back to you with burning
eyes. The long brown ombre hair only accentuated his face, his strong
jaw dusted with a dark five o’clock shadow. The gorgeous sights
didn’t stop there. You let your gaze wander down the powerful bulk
of his shoulders, the solid bulges of his chest, the tight abs that
showed the layout of every muscle…and made a treasure trail down to
his groin. Even soft, his penis was big. When hard he’d put most
men to shame.“Baby-girl, we are only just getting started. I
promise you will give me complete control before we’re done.” His
whisper struck down to your gut.
Daddy?” He sent you a stern glance. “Baby-girl, we’ve already
covered this. You do not speak unless you’re given permission.” “I
just want to know what you are going to do.” The air in the room
felt like it stopped. You sensed his stillness, talking without
permission was a big no no. Jared, quickly spurred into action by
picking you put, roughly throwing you on the bed. He grabbed your left
wrist with one hand. Within seconds, a black velvet rope wrapped
around you. A pull, another tug, and a yank later, he stepped away.
You secretly tried to pull at your wrist. It was securely bound.
Jared made his way to the other side of the bed, captured your right
wrist, and repeated the process. Both of your arms were immobilized,
tightly but not uncomfortably tethered to the posts of the headboard.
take a deep breath. You’re safe with me.” The calm in his
voice reached deep inside you, his tone asked you to be reasonable,
not to panic. In reward he planted his lips on your forehead then
smoothed his palm down the exposed length of your back. Suddenly, the
caress at the small of your back was gone. He replaced it with a
sharp thwack on your ass. Startled by his action, you bucked
against your bonds. “Ouch!…” No sooner were the words
out of your mouth than a peculiar stinging began to prickle your
skin. It created a heat that lingered where
he’d spanked you.
not in control, baby-girl. Your body is mine to pleasure or punish as
I see fit. Right now, you’ve earned nothing more than a
punishment.” You’d barely recovered from your surprise when he
spanked you again, this time hitting the other cheek with an equal
amount of force. “Bite me you asshole!” He smacked you again, a
healthy slap on each cheek. You gasped. Jared’s laughter sounded
behind you. “You’re just digging yourself a deeper hole baby-girl.”
Mentally you scolded against his words, even as you realized your
vagina was completely wet. You shifted, trying to avoid his hand. No
such luck. Two more smacks, one for each cheek, both with more power
than the others. Your flesh began to ache. You felt blood dancing
just under your skin, engorging your clit. Fighting was useless.
you understand?” “Yes, daddy.” “Much better,” he praised.
Only then did you realize you were actually lifting your ass to his
hand, waiting for the next blow. You became very aware of your empty
sex and clawed at the sheet, aching for him to fill it. Shivers
chased one another down your spine. Your entire body felt hot,
agitated. You’d been inflamed by the feel and scent of Jared when
you’d taken him in your mouth, but this position, his gently
punishing touch made you aware of the fact that you were a woman who
was completely under his control. He glided the flat of his palm down
your back. You curled your spine like a cat, seeking the tingling
heat in his touch. He trailed a light finger from the small of your
back down…down between the cheeks of your ass. You stiffened,
gasped, tried to tighten against him. He hesitated, but when you made
no further protest, he continued his quest down to your sex. Then he
was there, his fingertips gliding over the slick flesh pouting into
his hand. Back and forth, all around the outer folds, spreading your
moisture in a careless, unhurried pattern. He was toying with you.
Just toying! But you were too aroused for anger.
body screamed silently. He merely used his other hand to smack your
ass again. “Stay still,” he demanded. He wrapped his fingers
around your hip to stop the provocative wiggle of your hips. You
tensed, trying so hard to do as he commanded. “Your sweet pussy is
wet, babygirl. Even wetter than this earlier. And swollen. You think
you’re ready to be fucked?” “Yes, daddy please. Please fuck
me.” you finally gasped out. You ached everywhere. Everything
between your knees and your pelvic region screamed for his mouth, his
cock. Anything! You needed him to do something. Jared merely
kept playing and smiling.
pair of his fingers sliced through your moisture, through your slick
folds—and plunged inside. A turn of
his wrist, a flick of his fingers… He found your G-spot and began a
firm but leisurely caress. Almost immediately,
the pleasure clamped around your thighs, pierced your clit, darted up
your passage. Everything
inside your body came alive as he continued an unmerciful press on
that oh-so-sensitive spot.
You moaned, long, loud, then thrust your hips back at him in
invitation once more. He declined,neither
invading farther nor rubbing faster. He simply stayed the course.
Blood began to roar in your ears.
Higher, higher the man was driving you. And God, you were almost
there, almost to the edge of the
cliff. Your body tensed, preparing. You panted, wailed, wanting it
more than anything… Suddenly, Jared
withdrew. “I didn’t give you permission to come.”
“What?….Daddy…please” You could barely catch a
breath. “You don’t come until I tell you to.” He smacked your
ass again. He
disappeared around the other side of the bed
for a moment. You tried to wiggle back and forth to produce enough
friction on your clit to send you over the edge. Moments later Jared
stopped you with a sharp slap to your ass.
“Bad girl! You’ll come
when I say so, under my hand, around my cock! No because you wiggled
your ass for it.” With that comment, Jared climbed onto the bed
behind you. He plunged
his fingers back into you. But rather that rubbing at that sweet spot
inside you, he merely moved
about, dousing his fingers. “Spread your knees,” he demanded,
fitting his free hand between them,
urging your thighs apart. You looked back over your shoulder at
Jared. He knelt behind you, his blue eyes, his shoulders wide and
bulging as he gripped your hips with his large hands, his muscles now
slick with sweat.
had no time to rejoice as he thrust into your sex, all the way to the
hilt in one sizzling stroke. You gasped at the feel of him filling
you completely, you passage made smaller by the vibe in your ass
driving you out of your mind. You felt full, packed. The double
penetration made you claw at the sheets again, grab them in desperate
fists. “Jared!” “Yes, baby-girl. You’re like heaven,” he
groaned as he thrust inside you. His rhythm quickly escalated to
something fast and focused. The friction and vibrations had tingles
screaming inside tender openings. You felt your blood rushing south,
flooding your sex, your ass. You panted, screamed as the pleasure
expanded faster than you could comprehend. Your knuckles turned
white as you fisted the bedding.
cries became ear-splitting shouts. You could feel yourself tightening
around his cock, gripping as if you would never let him go, rippling
with the impending storm. He continued the smooth rhythm, fucking
through the clamp of your sex with control and power. “Come,
baby-girl. Come now!” he shouted hoarsely. You let out a raw scream
out as orgasm blasted through you. Your body shuddered as you gripped
him, milked him. And the pleasure… It spiraled beyond anything
you’d ever known, wiped out thought or control, the ability to
speak. You were in ecstasy that made black spots dance in your
vision. His husky cry echoed yours as he came in a fevered rush. You
both collapsed together onto the bed. He kept himself buried deep
inside you, slowly stroking your skin as if he wanted to possess you
beyond the orgasm. As if he found you not only acceptable but
wonderful. As Jared curled around you, his panting breaths falling on
your shoulder, your body worse, your heart leaped in joy at those
heady thoughts. His solid warmth curled around your back, his hand
splayed over your abdomen. The steady rhythm of his hard male
breathing had drifted into your ear.
positioned you flat on your back and fitted his hips between your
wide spread thighs, gasping at the silken thrust of his cock into
your swollen sex. Despite being half-asleep, the joy of his slow,
lazy strokes had sent you into a red haze of need. Within minutes,
you’d tried to claw at Jared’s shoulders in silent plea—only to
realize he’d tied you down again and he blindfolded you. He’d
released the ties at your ankles suddenly, then shifted you close to
the head of the bed. Keeping your wrists tethered, he’d sat you up
and with a grip of controlled passion guided you down on his cock.
“Ride me, baby-girl. Squeeze me with that pretty pussy and ride
me,” he whispered in the midnight air. With his hands clutching
your hips, Jared dictated the speed and depth of his penetration.
Never too deep, never too fast. Never enough to do anything but
reduce you to a panting, pleading mass of tingles. You had whimpered
for more. Sweat dampened your belly, your back, as you strained
toward a release he wouldn’t give you.
he merely drove you up, up, up to mindlessness with endlessly slow
strokes. “Jared…” you moaned. “Wrong!” He sat up beneath
you, then nipped at the tip of your breast with his teeth, even as
one of his hands struck your bare ass. The double pleasure-pain
ricocheted through your body, spiraling sensations through your body
like hot lava. You gasped for air as Jared buried himself deep, deep
inside you. He thrust up, but still in long, lazy strokes that
multiplied the friction, exploded shivers of sensation within you. He
chastised, lifting you up, nearly off his cock. “What should you
call me?” You hesitated, teetering on the knife’s edge of need.
Panting, your sex on fire, your bound hands preventing you from
touching him, you cried out, “More. Please…”
get it when you address me properly.” “Daddy” You managed to
get the word out of your mouth in a rush. “Daddy.” Jared rewarded
you with a quick up thrust, his cock burrowing deep, filling you
completely. You cried out. The hand at your hip inched over until his
thumb toyed with your clit. With a moan, you arched into his touch,
seeking the edge of the cliff that was nearly in front of you.
Almost…With quick fingers, he untied your hands—and made it clear
they would not stay idle. “Play with your nipples, baby-girl. Show
me how you like to have them touched.” You hesitated, tangling with
a jolt of lust. When you didn’t comply, Jared stopped his slow,
steady thrusts. You whimpered. “Touch them. Now,” he demanded.
“Or I will stop fucking you and spank that pretty little ass red
again…” You didn’t want to think about how much you’d liked
his broad palm striking the cheeks of your butt. But you wanted his
cock inside you more, as much as you wanted to please him. You
brought your hands to your breasts and cupped them, wishing more than
anything that you could see his face.
your nipples. You don’t ignore them when you make yourself come, do
you?” “No,” you said breathlessly, squeezing them between your
thumb and fingers, then giving a slight twist. “No, sir.” A fresh
rush of moisture surged from your passage, wetting your already slick
folds. Your body’s gesture didn’t go unnoticed. “Yes,
baby-girl. I love you wet. You’re so perfect to fuck like you were
made for my cock.” Jared lowered you on his erection again and
poured into you again with a exciting, steady rhythm that made your
head spin, your body burn. You met him, thrust for a thrust, moan for
a moan, pinching your nipples on each downward stroke until they were
so hard, so sensitive. “Move your hands,” he murmured against
your skin. It was almost with reluctance that you released the hard
buds of your breasts.
fingers pinching your nipples added to the pleasure Jared swarmed you
with. He took one of your stiff tips into his mouth, sucking so hard,
he pressed it against the roof of his mouth while his tongue teased
the underside. His fingers tormented the other, putting so much sweet
pressure, so much ache, around the sensitive crests that she nearly
screamed. “You’re tightening on my cock, baby-girl. You don’t
come until I tell you to,” he reminded. “I can’t stop it,
daddy,” you murmured, helpless
the rising tide of ecstasy which was starting to overtake you. “You
can. You will. Just as you’ll play with your clit for me.” He
lifted one of your hands to his mouth and sucked a finger into the
shocking heat. “Lick your finger like this, get it all nice and
wet, then stroke it over your clit for me.” You wanted to. Oh, God,
you wanted to. The mere thought stabbed you with a fresh surge of
need. “But it will make me come.” He smacked your ass. “Address
me properly.” You swallowed against your need.
will make me come, sir.” “Not until I say so,” he warned. “Now
take that finger into your mouth…Yes…Deep…Suck it…Beautiful
baby-girl. Good.” Up and down on his cock. Blood
rushed in flowing rivers toward both of your joined bodies, flooding
every nerve ending with need, swelling your folds until you felt the
slick friction of every thrust inside, outside, everywhere. You
squeezed your eyes shut, trying to focus, but you couldn’t hold
back much longer. Jared was driving you beyond your ability to
endure. Yet the last thing you wanted to do was use the safe word to
stop him. “Squeeze me with your pussy….Yes, baby-girl…that’s
it” he croaked.
“Now put that finger on your clit and show me how
you rub it.” You did as he demanded, sliding your palm down your
abdomen, circled your wet finger over your clit. “Oh, yes daddy!”
You couldn’t hold the sound in anymore. “Don’t stop,” he
growled. “Show me how you play with your clit.” Actually, you
couldn’t have stopped for anything. Your saliva mingled with your
own juices as you pressed a second finger onto your clit and began
the motions you knew would rocket you straight into bliss. Still, you
strained to hold back your orgasm, waiting for Jared’s approval.
clenched every muscle, even as you felt compelled to drive yourself
higher. Jared was now pounding into you, a moan punctuating his every
stroke. Inside you, you could feel him thickening, swelling. He
lengthened his strokes, the crest of his cock hitting you g-spot with
every rapid-fire thrust. And still, you held on, digging your nails
into his hip with one hand, stroking the bundle of nerves between
your legs with the other. Your thighs tightened around him. You cried
out, trying desperately to wait for Jared’s consent to release the
gigantic explosion swirling inside you “Come for me!” he
demanded. Jared didn’t even finish his sentence before it crashed
over you, granting that dazzling dance with the stars as light and
color flashed in your head. Jared’s long groan of satisfaction
joined you. Jared help lay you down beside him. Your eyes closed in a
heavy ecstasy gaze. He wrapped his arms around you, you drifted off
to slumber, wrapped in Jared’s warmth
I also wanted to include the photos that inspired this new changed story. The bed doesn’t have a fully backing to it. It’s suppose to be rod iron. But this is the closest I could find. Remember to always use your imaginations!
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Imagine being in a relationship with Jared for six months, and one day you find his ex showering in his home
“Morning sweet girl”, you just got a text from Jared. He’s so sweet. Every night he wishes you sweet dreams, and first thing you see in the morning is a text from him.
“Morning babe.”, you reply and start getting ready for the new day.
You take a quick shower, put on some casual clothes on and grab a cup of coffee. While you sit in your kitchen indulging in every sip of that black liquid wonder, you get another text.
“How is my sweety today? I miss you, can’t wait to see you”, Jared texts you.
“Great, I’ve just had a shower and I’m enjoying my coffee. I miss you too. What’s up? See you tonight?” you reply.
Today is your six month anniversary and you’ve planned to surprise Jared with a dinner at his place. He told you a couple of days ago that he’ll be at the studio for the next two weeks finishing his new album, so the only chance for you to see him was late at night when he finally gets home. Those moments were precious for you.
“I’m going to the studio in a few. Definitely see you tonight, I might even come home before midnight today. I’m kinda all worn out. It’s been rough couple of weeks.”
“Yeah, I bet. Don’t worry, I’ll bring you back to life. XO”,you reply back.
“You always do honey. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”, Jared says.
“You’d be a mess. Haha, just kidding. See you tonight, gotta run. Love you.”, you reply.
“You have no idea how big a mess I’d be. Talk to you later. Love you.”, Jared texts and you smile. He’s such a dork sometimes. And you love him for it.