Bad Cop // Dreamnotfound

~4~

George's pov

I'm carried to the couch and layed on it, he goes to kiss me again but I quickly cover his mouth with my hand, "this is crazy" I whisper, he moves my hand from his mouth, "nothings stopping you from telling me to stop" he whispers staring down at me, waiting.

But the word won't leave my mouth.

His lips kiss me again, I kiss back, running my fingers through his hair desperate for more.

He leans away and pulls my hoodie up to uncover my stomach, I lift my back off the couch so he can remove my hoodie then fall back down as he throws my hoodie on the ground.

Clay leans back down staring at my face, "can I fuck you?" He whispers, "only if you don't tell anyone" I whisper, "anything for you" he smirks slightly then kisses me.

He pulls my pants off then my boxers sp now I lay completely naked under him, I wrap my legs around his waist again and reposition myself a little.

Our lips seperate as he looks down, "lift yourself a little" he whispers, I do, his finger slips inside me making me gasp, i forgot how big his fingers are compared to mine.

His finget begins to move in and out, then after a little he slips a second finger in, making me moan as he continues to pull them in and out but now rougher and faster, scissorinf his fingers as far as I can stretch also.

"Why are you so tight?" He whispers as I whimper, "I'm not tight, everything about you is just-" I moan, cutting myself off, "big" I finish my sentence.

"Your also loud" he whispers as he slips a third finger inside me, I let out a slutty moan, "you try being in my position then ask me again" I whisper quickly, he smirks, and kisses me softly, leaving his fingers inside of me.

He then kisses my neck, I reach down,
Wrapping my fingers around his wrist, he moves his fingers in and out of me slowly at first, then quickly speeds up, "fuck~" I whimper loudly, "god, I'm not even inside you yet and you losing your shit" he smirks looking up at me.

"Please shut up and just~" I let out a loud moan, cutting me offagain and making me tense, my legs tightening around clays waist.

I release, clay looks down at the cum on my stomach, I breath heavily and shakily, I begin to unbundled his belt then he removes his pants and boxers.

I look down at his large and hard dick, I knew clays dick would be big but not this big, I look up at him, "your gonna kill me" I whisper, "at least it'll shut you up" he kisses me, the tip of his dick pressing against the entrance of my hole.

Then he pushes deep inside me, I moan into his mouth squeeze my eyes shut, he grunts as I tense, "fucking relax" he whispers separating our lips and letting me get used to his size.

Suddenly his dick pulls almost all the way out of me and slams back inside, I let out a loud moan and throw my head back as clays dick continues to thrusting into me roughly.

"Look at me" clay groans, i force my eyes to meet his while I'm trying to controll my moans.

"Fuck~" I moan squeezing my eyes shut then look back up at him.

"Your so beautiful" he whispers leaning down into my neck and kissing it, I wrap my arms around his neck, tangle one of my hands in his hair and gripping his skin with my other hand, "fuck" he groans into my neck.

That's when he hits my soft spot, I let out a scream like moan making a smirk appear on clays face, he positions himself, "lift your hips" he whispers stopping his movement inside me.

I whimper as I do what he says then moan slutty and loud when he slams into me, then repeatedly does it fast and hard.

I grip his hair so hard I think I might rip it out of his head as he pounds into me, both of us now moaning through our orgasms, although clays are more controlled then mine.

His lips find mine when I release for the second time on my stomach, it takes him another couple minutes to release deep inside me.

He presses our foreheads together and thrusts into me one more time making me moan then pulls out of me.

I feel like my whole body's shaking, he leans down and licks the cum off my stomach then he rolls on his side next to me due to the limited amount of room on his couch.

He runs a hand across his forehead to wipe the sweat away then runs it through his messy hair, smoothening it out.

I wipe my tears then look up at clay, hes staring down at me, "I bet your asshole boyfriend doesn't fuck like that" he smiles and brushes the hair out of my eyes, "stop calling him that I smile bur try to bite it back, "your smiling" he says, "shut up" I laugh.