Tired

He nodded. "He's not as nauseating huh?"

"I like Nauseating Punk." she kissed below his ear. "Dirty Punk just had me so hot."

"Oh? Then he is definitely sticking around." he said.

"So where is he now?"

"He's here." he said as he held her tighter to him.

"Is he gonna take care of me or is his appetite full for the morning?"

"He's gonna take care of you." he said as he sucked on her neck. "He could eat alllllll day."

She let her head fall back. "I have to work soon." she chuckled. "So he should get to work soon."

"He may keep you hostage." he smirked and lifted her up a little to lower her onto him.

She opened her mouth to say something, but her jaw went slack instead. "I.. oh, fuck." she moaned.

"What was that?" he smirked as he grabbed a fistful of her hair and kissed her neck, starting to move within her.

"Fuck," she groaned out and grabbed his shoulders.

"You feel so good, Lace." he muttered as he gripped her hips to move her against him.

"Fuck me, babe." she moaned out.

He nodded and did as she asked, starting to go harder and faster against her.

She cried out and dug her nails into his back.

He brought a hand down to touch her in time with his thrusts.

She buried her face into his neck, letting her hand join his.

He leaned his head down a little and kissed and sucked at her breast while keeping his pace.

Her climax took her by surprise as she let out a short yelp as she made a mess."

He let out a groan as he felt her hit her climax. "Naughty girl." he muttered as he helped her ride it out.

She trembled lightly and ran her nails down his back. "Only you've made that happen."

"Because I know how to make you break." he said as he kissed her shoulder.

"Only you." She said softly and nipped his neck.

(Brb shower)

"I love you." he told her.

(okay)