Hold my hand and say you love me.
Bad cop.
~Jayy's P.O.V~
Lately Dahvie had been stressing over the wedding...planning everything and stuff. Every time I offered him a break, he just turned it down and kept working. I think it's time I gave him a little surprise. He was sitting at the kitchen table, plotting every little detail about the wedding. I had dressed like one of those cops mos women have at their batchorlette parties. I walked up behind him, sliding my hands down his thighs. He gasped quietly, trembling slightly. I smirked in his ear, he blushed, breathlessly saying my name. I began kissing and biting his neck, earning tiny moans every now and then. Stopping, he whined. I turned his chair around sitting on his lap. He gasped, getting a good look at what I was wearing. Smirking again, I pulled my shirt off. He stared. I giggled in his ear, "Your turn." sharply pulling off his shirt, attacking his neck. He moaned loudly. I only giggled. Taking time to get his belt and pants off, he began working on mine. Finally getting us both fully undressed, I whispered sharply into his ear. "Stand up and bend over." He moaned, doing as he was told. I smacked his ass, getting another loud, needy moan. Knowing neither of us could wait any longer, I slammed into him. He wailed, nearly broke a window.... Repeating, I got the same result only louder. Harder, harder, faster, faster! He screamed my name over and over. Ramming in again, he wailed. Cuming hard on the wooden base of the table. I came into him not long after him. I pulled out, cleaning him up. I picked him up, making him giggle, and carried him upstairs to bed. I love him so fucking much.
Lately Dahvie had been stressing over the wedding...planning everything and stuff. Every time I offered him a break, he just turned it down and kept working. I think it's time I gave him a little surprise. He was sitting at the kitchen table, plotting every little detail about the wedding. I had dressed like one of those cops mos women have at their batchorlette parties. I walked up behind him, sliding my hands down his thighs. He gasped quietly, trembling slightly. I smirked in his ear, he blushed, breathlessly saying my name. I began kissing and biting his neck, earning tiny moans every now and then. Stopping, he whined. I turned his chair around sitting on his lap. He gasped, getting a good look at what I was wearing. Smirking again, I pulled my shirt off. He stared. I giggled in his ear, "Your turn." sharply pulling off his shirt, attacking his neck. He moaned loudly. I only giggled. Taking time to get his belt and pants off, he began working on mine. Finally getting us both fully undressed, I whispered sharply into his ear. "Stand up and bend over." He moaned, doing as he was told. I smacked his ass, getting another loud, needy moan. Knowing neither of us could wait any longer, I slammed into him. He wailed, nearly broke a window.... Repeating, I got the same result only louder. Harder, harder, faster, faster! He screamed my name over and over. Ramming in again, he wailed. Cuming hard on the wooden base of the table. I came into him not long after him. I pulled out, cleaning him up. I picked him up, making him giggle, and carried him upstairs to bed. I love him so fucking much.