Out of Commission

“I’m not pulling out. If I pull out, you’re going to work, so no. I’m not pulling out.”

You’d been trying to leave the house for the last 10 minutes, but couldn’t even manage to make it out of the bed, because your boyfriend had been clinging to you for dear life. His arms were wrapped around you so tightly, and yet you could still tell he was being careful to avoid the spots that were more sore from your latest mission. You couldn’t tell what you found more attractive: his obvious need for you that was made evident in the erection that was steadily growing harder again inside of you, or the attentiveness he was displaying even amidst his lust-filled desires. Either way, you loved the shit out of him which made leaving even harder, even just for a couple hours.

Rafayel whined again, bringing your attention back to the present issue. “It’s a Friday. Which is pretty much Saturday. Which means it’s your day off and you have to stay in bed with me. So- NO LEAVING.”

You laughed at that, ruffling his hair. “But baby, it is still Friday, which means it is still a work day.”

He huffed. “And I suppose you’re going to tell me that Monday is a work day as well? What next, Tuesday? Wednesday? Thursday?”

You pinched his cheek. “Yes, love. All of those days are work days. You know this.”

“And when are Rafayel days? Huh?”

“Saturday. And Sunday. So just wait one more day, okay?” You showered him with kisses, but it wasn’t enough. His bottom lip was still jutted out in an emphatic pout. You laughed again and poked his nose before pressing a kiss to the tip of it.

“This isn’t funny. I may just die without you.” He scowled.

You gazed at him fondly, brushing your thumbs gently across his cheeks as you cupped his face in your hands. “Don’t die on me, baby. Just wait a little longer for me, okay? It won’t be as bad as you think.” You rested your forehead against his. “I promise, I’ll come straight home after work. Then I’ll be all yours.”

His eyes darkened with possessive intent. “No. I want you to be all mine, now.” He rolled over so you were pinned beneath him.

The shift in position plunged his cock deeper inside you and you let out a startled yelp.

He inhaled sharply at the sound. “Especially if you keep making noises like that, there’s no way I can let you leave now.” He started slowly pumping himself into you in steady motions.

“Raf-”

“Shhh. No more arguing. Just one more round. I need this.” He looked down at the mess you’d made in between his legs, your arousal sloppily oozing out of you with every thrust. “And it looks like you need this too.”

You bit your lip. “Fine. One round. ************ me.”

He ******irked at that. “I knew you couldn’t resist me.” He pressed heated kisses to your wrists before pinning them above your head. Then, he seared his heat against your lips, consuming every whine and whimper that quivered against his tongue as he continued to pound into you. If he was still ******ug about your sudden submission, it was quickly drowned out by his hunger. He’d wanted to taste you all morning and now here you were, serving yourself up on a silver platter. “Princess…” He murmured against your mouth.

You hated how much you loved when he called you that. His little pet name for you only came out in the bedroom and only when he was about to worship the ever loving shit out of you.

So you weren’t surprised when his lips found their way down your neck, painting evidence of his ownership across your chest in colorful bursts of pink and purple, before finally settling around a peaked nipple. And you weren’t surprised when he teased the bud relentlessly with his tongue, his ministrations beyond sensual with every stroke, like he thought he’d find his release buried beneath your breast if he just searched hard enough. And when his artist’s hands sculpted pleasure from nothing, squeezing and sucking the sensibility right from your chest, it was only his usual devotion to you.

But, after his teeth had carved into your neck, after his fingers had imbedded into your hips, after he’d bombarded you with a barrage of tireless thrusts, when the insurmountable wave of euphoria inevitably flooded through your veins, you were surprised to find that this time, there was no respite waiting for you at the end of this high.

Like an engine sputtering back to life, after he’d buried his cum soaked cock in between your convulsing walls, he regained his momentum. He coaxed the cum back inside you with steady movements, with gentle movements, with movements that could have convinced you he wasn’t about to slam on the gas and go full throttle. But he was.

Your first clue was the sudden snap of his hips, your second- the growl in his throat, the ferocity in his eyes. Oh god. He was going to break you.

You quickly concocted a plan, trailing your fingers down his back in distraction as you murmured in his ear, “Wanna ride you, baby.”

When he wasted no time flipping your positions, tugging you on top of him, you felt your escape route was almost assured. In this position, you had all the control. In this position, you could simply stand up and walk away. You could still make it to work on time.

You gave him a couple good thrusts for his efforts, and then pulled off of him in a hurry. But it still wasn’t quick enough.

“Figured you’d try something like that. But I’m not done with you.” His hands burrowed into your hips, yanking you back down on his cock, but this time he had realigned himself. This time, he was spearing himself through your ass. You hissed in pain as every brutal thrust drilled himself deeper into you. Every attempt to get off of him only brought you slamming down harder as his hands guided your hips up and down.

“Was thinking you’d try to go back to work. But you can’t go if you can’t walk, right?”

Your mind was already clouded over, your thoughts a muddled mess, but when he began to thumb at your swollen clit, on top of cramming every inch of his erection inside you, you felt you might just combust on top of him. Your heart threatened to pound its way out of your chest with every thunderous beat and you were seeing so many stars you could’ve made your own galaxy. You mumbled something incoherent and then, stuttering, you found your second orga****** of the night before collapsing on top of him.

When he finally joined you, pumping his warm cum inside of you, it almost felt like a balm, like it was soothing the pain as a reward for enduring it. You laid there and took every ounce of it (you couldn’t move anyway.)

And after you’d come back down to earth, after your lungs had remembered what their function was, after your pumping blood stopped roaring in your ears, he had the audacity to ******irk at you and say, “So, shall I call in sick for you?”