Not Just a Machine (D:BH Connor X Human! F!Reader)

Part 8: A Talk With the President

I grind against him and he grunts and gives my thigh a small squeeze. I just smirk against his lips, my hips continuing to roll against his. A moan falls from my mouth as I feel his arousal start to grow in his pants, and he takes the moment to slip his tongue in my mouth. I brush my tongue against his while he starts to walk towards my bedroom.

"Connor," I breathe out while pulling away from the kiss.

He bucks his hips against mine, and I moan out, feeling the burning need to have him deep inside me. I'm suddenly tossed onto my bed, and I watch as Connor strips out of his shirt, shoes, and pants, leaving him in just a pair of boxers. He climbs onto the bed and connects his lips to mine again, pulling me up to sit on his lap.

I cup his face, moving my lips slowly against his, and Connor grabs the bottom of my shirt and starts to pull it up. I lean back and raise my arms up, allowing him to take the cotton fabric off my torso. He tosses it somewhere in the room, before leaning down and sucking at the skin on my neck.

"I want you, Connor," I say with a light moan.

Something within him snaps and my bra is flung off of me. His arms wrap around my waist and he holds me to him while grinding his hips into mine. I reach down between our bodies and fiddle with the button on my jeans, trying to quickly get it undone and off my body. Connor notices and does it for me, and I lay back on the bed and allow him to slip my pants and soaked underwear off my legs.

He stares down at me with lust in his eyes, before spreading my legs. My face heats up as I lay splayed out for him, showing off my private assets. He situates himself between his legs and connects his lips to the side of my neck, kissing down to the top of my breasts. His tongue flicks out and he swirls it around one of my nipples, while one of his hands tugs and tweaks the other one.

Connor's ministrations draw more moans out of my mouth, and he starts to work his way down my body to where I need him most. His breath fans over my clit and I push myself up onto my elbows.

"Fuck me, Connor," I say, my voice coming out pleading.

He sits back and slides off his boxers to reveal his large erection. I climb onto his lap, moaning as the tip of his cock slides between my slick folds. I involuntarily grind down on Connor, and one of his hands grips my hip while the other rests against my lower back. He guides me so his tip presses to my dripping entrance, sending a shudder up my spine.

My eyes flicker to his and I lean in and kiss him while lowering myself down on his shaft. He stretches me beautifully and I moan loudly into the kiss. I pull away from his lips once his cock is buried all the way inside me, and I stare in awe at his face. His eyes are tightly squeezed shut, his face scrunched up in pleasure, and his jaw slack as a low moan reverberates from his throat.

I rest my hands on Connor's shoulders before lifting myself up and then bring myself back down again. I begin to slowly ride him, increasing my pace gradually. His cock hits deep within me and I arch my back, pressing my chest against his. Moans, groans, and the sinful sound of skin on skin fill the room, and he grabs both of my hips and starts bouncing me on him faster. I gasp as he fucks me quickly, causing me to dig my fingernails into his shoulders.

"Connor! Oh God, more!" I cry out and he bucks his hips up to meet mine.

Sweat breaks out onto my skin, and I gasp when Connor slowly starts to become cooler. A shudder goes up my spine as he holds me close to him and allows his cool body to contrast my hot and sweaty one. I drop one of my hands from his shoulder and slide it between our bodies, rubbing my clit in circles for even more pleasure.