sundown | for cable (nathan)

[Nate peppers in appreciative grunts as she shivers, feeling equally urgent and horny. She's a rare treat for him and he'd like to savour her as much as he'd like to rip her tights open and fuck her until she sees stars. He promised slow, though, and he'll deliver. Even if he can feel how wet she is.

His breath hitches with a soft hissing sound when she settles, his cock twitching under her. Eager for more contact.]

There we go. Good girl. [He murmurs, hand snaking up her front to push her bra up her chest. He squeezes her bare breast, pinching and rolling a nipple.]

You on birth control, baby? [Asked softly, not wanting to interrupt the flow. His hips shift up to meet hers, hand pressing down on her waist to encourage her to be firmer.]

[ Her breaths come shallow and shallower the longer she moves against him. He calls her a good girl and she clenches, more of her weight resting on him at his urging, the splotch of wetness widening. She whines in her throat, her nipples pebbling.

Somewhere in the back of her mind she had thought about protection, he brings it to the forefront. She shakes her head, and wonders the reason he's asking. The idea they'll fuck without a condom hurries the roll of her hips. ]

It's alright. You can't get me pregnant. [ Bold words from a woman with seven siblings. Her hands rest low on his abdomen, kneading. Softly, not stopping, she explains: ] I'm not ovulating. Can you pull out?

Out of you?

[Cable sounds sceptical, since he remembers that factoid about her family and in general should know better than to play this game. But he doesn't have condoms and he can feel how much she wants him.

The hands low on his stomach don't help, like a cat bedding onto him. He definitely can't move her now. He shifts his hand from her breast, flipping under her skirt, tucking under her tights and panties so his fingers can drag over the lips of her pussy. He rubs tight circles over her clit, hips bucking to help him work through his frustration.]

I could get you pregnant. [He says, firmly. Doesn't matter where she is in her cycle, it's just big talk.]

I could have you on your knees asking for it, too. [And before she can think that's cocky, he's pressing a finger in her and switching his thumb to rub her clit.]

[ His fingers on her pussy, manipulating her clit. Francesca's hips jerk with a hitched breath; he'll know now exactly how wet she is, soaking through her underwear and tights. ( She's relieved she shaved recently, though she has a distinct impression he would not care either way. )

Her mind goes blank when he makes his assertions. For all she doesn't want children now, her pussy goes crazy at the promise.

His finger curls inside her sopping cunt and she's tightening around it, taking this as permission to start rising and falling, faster if he fits another in beside it. She's a fast learner, but his experience shines through, and she moans approvingly when he finds that perfect spot to press into.

He's barely fingered her and she feels her orgasm budding already, too riled up from foreplay and anticipation. She doesn't have time to warn him of this before she's shuddering over his body, writhing and wetting his fingers as her cunt rhythmically tightens around them. ]

[After a long and storied career, Nate fancies himself as someone who is generally good at being perceptive. He's got nothing to base it off, but he senses that the pregnancy dirty talk will go down well for Francesca.

He's incredibly pleased with himself when he feels her get even wetter and clench around him. His free arm slides around her, sitting up more so he can draw her close to him and murmur near her ear.]

Good girl, good girl. [He repeats, emphasising the praise. He wants her to know how much he likes it, his fingers slowing but still moving in him as she works her way through her crest and fall.

He doesn't dilly-dally after, he withdraws his fingers and tips her over onto her back, his arm supporting her so she gently settles into the mattress. He shoves his pants down, he'll get them and his boots off properly later. His shirt peels off and is tossed aside and he crowds over her, His shirt peels off and is tossed aside and he crowds over her, his fingers slip under her skirt and yank her tights and under wear down her legs.

He positions himself between her thighs, guiding his cock against her pussy and teasing the head of it into her hole. His hands find hers, threading their fingers together and pinning her arms either side of her head as he starts to rock his hips into her.]

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[ She's a shivering mess for the first few moments after, feeling quite useless and blissed out, but she watches avidly as he pushes his jeans off his hips and throws his shirt to the side. She can tell he's an outdoors man, all that muscle at play, but her eyes linger on the scars littering his chest and side.

Her hips lift to help him yank her tights and underwear off, the noise of the former ripping music to her ears. When he hovers over her, her heart jumps to her throat. The moment of truth. Breath held, she watches his cock drag between her folds, gather the slickness, and breach. The climax was needed, primed her for the initial press inside, the fat head of his cock stretching her out for the rest of him.

It hurts, but only slightly, her face contorting. Giving away the discomfort of accommodating him. Her head tips to the side, eyes shut. ]

[His skin prickles when he feels her eyes tracing over him. He can feel the admiration. He knows he keeps a tidy shop, he's not sure why he feels flustered when women appreciate it.

Nate's thumbs knead firm circles over Francesca's palms and he presses his lips against her temple, turning his face into her hair and over her ear so he can breathe her in. She smells nice, it makes a shiver run down his spine.]

Breathe. [He commands more than he reminds, muttering against the shell of her ear.]

Relax. [He hums as he shifts more of himself inside of her. She's slick and wet, pliant and not resistant. She's just small, he's just big.]

Tightest pussy I've ever felt. [He hisses it to her. He's not even sure if it's true. Feels true.]

[ She takes a breath upon command, her brain lagging but compliant to the direction. His voice and warmth and hands ground her. Her body responds to his praise, fresh wetness that helps him bury into her.

Once he bottoms out, she's more or less adjusted to the width of him, the presence of somebody else housed inside her besides fingers or silicone. Her breathing has evened out, none of the uncomfortable noises escape her throat now, her brow smooths.

She turns her face into his, nudging until she can brush her lips to his, sweet and gentle. Her fingers squeeze his. I'm okay, it says. Encouraging him to move. ]

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[He meets her kiss gently, indulging her as a reward. That aside, one of his hands shifts to grip her face. It threads into her hair as he deepens the kiss, so desperate it's like he's trying to breathe life into her.

His hips start to rock into her, taking shallow thrusts into her so he can stay close. He likes the feeling of her soft body squirming under him as he fucks her. He has private fantasies about being her first, she unknowingly tickles his interest with her tightness and her apprehension.

The thought makes him groan, adding a layer of guilty pleasure to an already inappropriate hook-up.]

Tell me how it feels. [He doesn't typically need praise to know, but he wants to hear how she sounds when she's being fucked. He doesn't want to forget it.]

[ She does squirm beneath him. He has her pinned and trapped there, but her hips start to move with his, picking up the pace he's set.

It's not unlike music.

She isn't loud, she rarely has been by herself in the past, but sighs and little moans work their way out. She kisses the corner of his mouth, slips her hand to hold onto his back.

It's an obvious struggle to speak, to pick out the right words to describe this. She isn't a poet. ]

It's perfect. [ Her face ducks into his shoulder. Her voice is strained, a shade of shy, even as he fucks her. ] You feel perfect. [ There is more she wants to say, but it feels crazy to think the thoughts, much less say them. ]

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[He doesn't necessarily need loud, he just needs to hear her. When she pushes herself to articulate, he winds an arm around her and kisses the top of her head. He's very glad he bought that drink, suddenly. She's right. It's perfect.

His hands skim down her body, pushing her sweater up over her tits so he can squeeze them firmly. He pinches down on her nipples, admiring her as he draws himself up so he can start to lengthen the thrusts into her. He breathes out, nodding approvingly as his hips start to move sharply, starting to really fuck her.]

I want you to scream when you come again. [His hand skims down her abdomen, over the pale, velvet skin that contrasts his weathered hand.]

Scream so loud we come together.

[ They're both still half-dressed, her sweater shoved over her tits and her skirt hitched up over her waist. The pearl necklace she wears has long slid askew, but it starts to move again as he doubles his efforts.

The request is not one she is sure she is capable of doing authentically, she hardly ever raises her voice! But she nods anyways; she will do anything to please him, with his cock inside her.

The punctuated thrusts ride her skirt higher up her body. Both of her legs hook around his hips, stretching herself open for him. Her fingers fist into sheets, and now she can hear the sounds their bodies make as they meet. She can hear how wet she is, and when he picks up more speed, feel the slap of skin on skin. Makes her buck and rents a high cry from her throat, pink suffusing over her cheeks, down her neck, across her chest.

Now she can't help it. Her cries turn earnest. She hangs onto the curve of his shoulder with her fingers, clawing the flesh there. It feels so good, she starts to speak things that would never leave her mouth under any other circumstances. ]

Are you going to come inside me? Put a baby in me?

[Jesus. He thinks, but doesn't say. He's recovering from the spread of her legs and the beautiful noises, the dirty talk almost makes her threat become a reality. He presses his lips together firmly, looking briefly like he's in physical pain from how badly he wants to finish.

The car starts to rock from his motions, the speed increasing. He thrusts harder and deeper, skin smacking harder together. He dips his hands under her knees, pulling her flush against him as he pulls upward so he's back on his own knees. As she falls away from him, he hooks her knees over his shoulders and starts to pound his cock into her. The grip on her legs is tight, he's biting the inside of his lips and groaning hoarsely.]

You want to get knocked up that bad?

[ He likes this fantasy as much as she does. She can tell.

Love is the Drug croons over the truck speakers, but all she hears is him, his sounds, his rasping question. And herself, moaning and crying nonstop, and scrabbling for purchase in the blankets at the change in position, one hand smacking a pillow.

She nods erratically, but he might not be able to tell, he's fucking her so roughly, pounding into her, stimulating that sweet spot. ]

I want to have your baby. Then I can carry a part of you with me. [ He'd said she would beg and now she is. She's getting dangerously close, starts to tense, her cunt beginning to flutter. ] Please, please. Daddy, please.

[Cable's breathing grows laboured and erratic as he struggles to restrain himself. His earlier prediction was an optimistic one, but she's making it come true. It's hard not to think she's something he's dreamed up for himself, she feels perfect. She's perfect.

He palms his hand up her abdomen, cupping over her stomach.]

Jesus, baby. You're driving me fucking crazy. [He bites down on his bottom lip harder, taking his frustration out through the pace of his thrusts.]

I'll give you all the kids you want if you come for me again.

[ That she can do.

Her eyes strain to stay open, but they fall shut as she veers toward the edge again, her cries of unabashed pleasure crescendoing louder and louder. Right before, the muscles in her thighs and calves tense, her hands flail and hit the interior of the truck to brace against it.

ohgodohgodohgod

She comes harder this time, pleading with him not to stop, a rush of wetness coating his cock. ]

[It would be terribly, terribly easy to finish in her. He wants to finish in her. Ruin her properly. She squeezes and grips him so tightly, it's like she wants it too.

Nate stubbornly obliges when she pleads for him to continue, pounding against her until the absolute last second. With a frustrated sound, he withdraws and thrusts his cock over the lips of her pussy. He comes up her abdomen and stomach, fucking himself against her wet folds while his cock twitches against her.

Finally he stops, grasping at her legs as he shudders out short, sharp breaths. He looks absolutely shattered, but a smile pulls at his lips as he looks down at her. With little regard for smearing his load between them, he drops her legs and crawls over the top of her. He bumps his forehead affectionately against hers before pressing a firm kiss to her temple.

He's not going to delude himself into thinking a girl her age wants a serious relationship with a man his age. It's a terrible idea. But for now, he's enjoying playing pretend.]

How're you feeling?

[ She's still shaky when he climbs over her. She folds herself into him, with equal lack of regard to the cum all over her as he settles next to her and she burrows her face against the junction between shoulder and chest.

In this moment, she feels especially vulnerable, stripped clean of all pretenses. In this moment, she could easily mistake the aftereffects of release and the surge of emotion for genuine affection, the beginning of love. It would be foolish to believe it, but she still seeks tenderness, kissing his neck.

She ought to feel some sort of embarrassment for the things said in the heat of fucking. Under other circumstances, she would want to hide away forever. Strangely, the embarrassment doesn't come.

The smell of him, sweat and liquor and soap, fills her lungs and clouds her judgment. She brushes her fingers over his chest, tracing a scar. ]

Thirsty, [ she admits. Not that kind of thirsty. But also. Yes, that kind. She turns her face up, the interior lights bringing the brown out in her eyes. ] Happy. Maybe a little sore.

[Although very sure this is casual, it's hard to pretend his mouth doesn't hurt from smiling more than he has in years. Hard to believe she has this kind of effect on him already. Embarrassing, really.

His hand dips to rest over hers, clasping it over his chest for a moment before sliding his fingers up her arm and shoulder. He cups her face, kissing her gently. He's making an idiot of himself, but he still wants more of her. He pulls back, pleased with her response though a little concerned.]

I can get you a drink. [His voice lowers, brushing his stubbled jaw against her cheek.]

And I can kiss it better.

[ She feels a little drunk off him and this experience, really. She hasn't really processed what just happened, even though she can feel it in her hips and the very center of herself.

The kiss is more tender than anything. She melts into his calloused palms and his hot mouth. Huffs a laugh, nose wrinkling, eyes shining with mirth and tenderness. She understands what he's suggesting. It's an incredibly pleasing idea he volunteers. ]

That is a tempting proposition. [ She noses him back, raising her hand to brush the back of it against his cheek. She's not saying no. ] Water first, perhaps?

[From then on, it's a lovely rotation of hydrating, napping in a tangled embrace and some sort of sex. Oral, coaching her through a handjob, fucking her again. The second time he comes, it's an even closer call. He paints the inside of her thighs.

Absolutely boneless and exhausted, Nate finally pulls the blankets over them and draws her in with his arms around her middle. It's been years since he's spooned anyone, but she's a perfect fit. Sleeping with her in his arms feels good, so does waking up a few hours later with her still there.

He presses his lips to the back of her shoulder, she doesn't rouse. She mentioned having to be somewhere tomorrow. Today. He glances at the clock. So does he. Soon. He doesn't want to wake her when she looks so peaceful, but god he wants to feel her one more time. He shifts her gently, lifting her thigh so he can hilt his cock into her pussy.

Somehow, even though this feels extremely depraved, he feels he knows she'll invite it. That part of her enjoys being used for pleasure, in the right context. So he helps himself, starting to pump his cock into her and rub her clit. The hand under her curls around to pinch at one of her nipples. Something about using her body drives him absolutely insane, enough for him to tip her so she's on her stomach and he's fucking her into the mattress.]

[ He exhausts her. That's how it feels, anyways, despite his nearly thirty years on her. He's fucked her good and proper, driven her to climax four times before she collapses into sleep. That good, deep sleep, no dreams she can remember, simply blackness like a weighted cloak.

Which is to say, Francesca doesn't wake quickly, not when he adjusts her, nor when he notches his cock into her opening and begins to use her to his discretion. A few minutes pass before her body gets the memo and she stirs. Hazily, so aroused it nearly hurts, whining sleepily and half-sure this is a sex dream.

Her mind is slower to wake than her body: her ass already rising to meet his every sharp movement. He's caged her against the mattress, she dimly realizes. Her knees dig in, pelvis tilting to to better his strides so he fucks against her g-spot, her fingers fisting in the blankets. ]

Fuck. [ She's not one to curse often, it sounds especially lewd on her proper tongue. ]

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[Nate struggles to get a clear read on Francesca. Whether she's actually a nympho and this is just another day for her or if she's just a wallflower that needed some encouragement. He leans to the latter, which makes his gut twist with arousal for her. It makes him feel some ownership of her, which he's truly coming to enjoy.

He can feel the signs that she's waking up, only briefly amused that she accepts it without admonishment. Maybe he shouldn't leave this at one night. Maybe he should take her home and do this every day. Seems reasonable, when he's this deep in her.]

Morning. [Breathless, but still sly. His hand is wrapped around her, stimulating her while he fucks her.]

You feel too good. Needed to feel you again. [His arms tighten around her, pressing kisses to her neck.]

Do you like it when I help myself?

[ She doesn't want this night to end. Under him, with only the hints of sunlight filtering through, it seems possible. Like she won't have to go back to the real world, her real life where something feels missing.

He can keep kissing and fucking her. They won't have to part, let the light in.

Her pulse quickens at his words, wicked as they are. She turns her head, moaning as he rubs up and down her clit, slick with how wet she is. Her brain is lagging from sleep and arousal; her inhibitions lowered, she murmurs her answer between shallow breaths. ]

I'm yours. You can do whatever you want to me.

[Nate's blood feels firey hot when it pumps through his veins. He feels intense pleasure at her words, then the ache of wanting to finish in her follows.

He can only articulate an urgent grunt as he bites the back of her shoulder. Not hard, but he needs to ground himself. His hips are moving of their own accord, sharp enough to make her bounce under him.]

I want to keep you. Like this. [His hand shifts up so he can squeeze her breast, grinding into her as he does.]

And I want to know what my girl wants.

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