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Ray was tired and seriously fucking hungry.
He had been on the run for weeks, fixers up and down his ass like no tomorrow, and finally he lost them, his signal ran cold and his bounty was shelved until someone fucking blew his cover. Again.
He didn't really enjoy breaking and entering but he hadn't eaten for days, and a quick sandwich in someone's house didn't sound too bad, so he made sure to pick a yard that didn't have any child toys in it. He made sure to be as quiet as he could picking the lock, and he silently cheered for himself for managing to actually pull it off. It was simple from there, silently opening the fridge and pulling out his ingredients. He was stoked that he managed to pick a place that had, apparently, just gone shopping and he was a bit too greedy with how fat he made his sandwich. He had just taken a large bite when the light went on, stopping him in his tracks like a deer in headlights.
The woman crossed her arms and Ray couldn't help but stare at her appearance, she was plus-sized, and as she stared at him he looked at the way her breasts sat on top of her arms and how they borderline spilled out of the small containment they were in. The tank top she was wearing cut off and revealed a portion of her tummy and the shorts she had on fit her large thighs nicely. Ray couldn't help but think of how long it's been since he's even felt the touch of another, but on the outside, he didn't do anything but stand up straight and swallow his food.
“Did you really break into my house to make a sandwich?” She spoke, her voice sounded nice to him, and he stared for a bit before he nodded, hoping honesty would get him some kind of pity. She hummed, “You’re gonna have to pay me back for that.”
He sighed, missing the way she looked him up and down before speaking again, “The door at the end of the hall.” He looked up from the ground and squinted, confused, at her. “Go there when you're done eating, I’m gonna put you to work.” He didn't respond, but she didn't care because she turned, the bottom part of her silky robe flowing up in the air softly as she walked away.
He wondered what she had planned for him as he ate, and his heart raced when he finally reached the door at the end of the hall, which was open slightly. When he came in he slowly walked to the center of the room, and he couldn't react quickly enough when she pushed him back against the door she had closed.
Now, realistically he wasn't trapped at all, but by god, was he gonna act like it. She was pressed against him, her body warm and her breasts spilling out of her tank top. He watched as she smiled up at him, her teeth visible, and he swore that her canines were larger than average.
She trailed a hand up his body, to the back of his neck, and finally, she pulled him down to reach his lips and kissed him. He happily kissed back, slightly sweaty palms going to her plump waist and grabbing all he could. She groaned, her hands going to tangle in his dreads and pull, roughly.
He choked a bit and she took advantage of his guard being down, managing to fully dominate the kiss. He wasn't expecting that, and he didn't know how to deal with it, other than fighting back, but whenever he would attempt to take power back she’d pull his hair like it was his leash. And he would listen like he was her dog.
It didn't take long for the older man to be whimpering, and he felt nothing but pure embarrassment. She relished in it though, each shameful whimper he let out would cause her to grind herself against the leg he had between hers. She would moan into the kiss, and every noise she made would set him on fire again and again and before he realized it he was grinding on her thigh, and she was encouraging him to.
“Do you feel good?”, she spoke, in a low and sultry tone that made him whimper again, and his voice cracked this time, and she hummed in amusement as he cleared his throat and nodded. She smiled up at him, her eyes half-lidded, “Awh.” She said as she trailed her hand under his shirt and played with the hairs of his happy trail, “That's good, but I can't hear your head nod sweetheart. I’m gonna need you to speak up for me.”
He mumbled a quick, “It feels good.” But she wasn't satisfied, she stopped her grinding and attempted to move away, but he caught her and quickly corrected himself. “It feels so fuckin’ good, don't stop.” He looked at her pleadingly but she smiled and moved anyway, moving in the direction of her bed. He got the message and joined her quickly, moving to the spot she pointed at and settling back into it. She climbed on top of him and she suddenly stopped his hands before he could even touch her.
“Hands up there.” She placed his hands above his head and he sighed but complied, he wanted to grab, and squeeze every part of her that he had missed previously, but he relaxed as she moved her hands along his body and finally hooked her fingers in his pants.
She quickly took his cock out and he sighed in relief, watching as she lowered herself down, arching her back so that her ass was in the air. She stuck her tongue out and licked from the base of his cock to the tip and then focused her lips on the tip, sucking and jerking off the rest. He sighed, lowering his head back and resting it on the pillows behind him, his eyes rolling to the back of his head and his hips jerking a bit. She rested her hand on his hip to keep him in place and he groaned lightly at the strength she used to hold him down. She lightly swiped her thumb on his bare hip, and lightly swiped at the head of his cock, over and over.
He wanted more and his attempt at jerking his hips upwards was met with no success, as her grip on him was stronger than he initially thought. She hummed disapprovingly, and continued at the same pace, watching him struggle and whine. How would he express that he wanted more without sounding too desperate, he was already embarrassing himself with the whimpers he let out and he’d bet that he’d whimper just asking for more too.
She stopped and he sighed loudly, “Please don't stop. I need-... I need more than just that little tongue flick.”
She hummed and got back to work, this time going rougher than before, but still, not enough to get him over the edge, where he wanted to be. He couldn't help but jerk his hips and hope that with each thrust upward he would finally reach that peak of pleasure that he craves, but instead, he would be met with a painful squeeze at his hip and a threatening gaze thrown toward him.
He whined loudly and finally gave in to what the woman wanted, “Please, just make me cum already!”
She stopped and he couldn't help but glare, she laughed at him and he felt his face go red. “Asking for what you want wasn't that hard now was it?” She quickly got back to work and he threw his head back in a loud and high-pitched moan that he would compare to a sound a pornstar would make. He couldn't even focus on his embarrassment because by the time he registered the first moan, there were three more in its place, and by the time he acknowledged those he was already curled over the woman and cumming down her throat.
He flopped back onto the bed, breathing heavily and she removed herself from him with a lewd ‘pop’ noise. She smiled and climbed on top of him, and all he could do was watch her, quickly noticing that her shorts were already off and her pussy was positioned over his very sensitive cock. He looked up at her confused and he felt his cock harden at her grin.
“Did you think I was done with you?”