Table
Pairing Sheamus / unidentified girl (can be anybody)
Summary There's no story. Just two naked bodies....and table.
Disclaimers Not mine, not at all. Sheamus' sex life is private and hot not my business. Pure fiction.
Warnings RATED-R! Not worksafe!!
Author’s Notes I've never wanted to publish this but I think theirishcurse lacks fiction. It's really short and I'm not sure if I'll ever write another part. Just testing the water, I guess. Uhm....yeah. o___o
She feels his strong, big hand on her back, pressing her down on the desk. He's pounding into her from behind. His hips crashes against hers again and again and again. The edges of the desk slams against her thighs and the surface she's pressed against is hard and cold. It hurts. It will probably leave bruises. … She loves it.
His hard cock is filling her inside, it's almost too much to handle. Almost. She groans and sounds like a cheap whore. She couldn't care less.
Here she was, in her bosses office, on his damn holy desk getting pound from behind by the Newbie in the business. The prodigy. The Celtic Warrior. Sheamus.
She was so - slam - getting - slam - in trouble - slam - for this. And it was so worth it. She heard him grumble. That's all the noise he makes. She's screaming, moaning, swearing and he's all quiet.
His hand slides down her back, still pressing it down. She shudders at the almost soft contact.
„Oh, fuck, Sheamus. Yes... yes....“ she manages to stumble. It motivates him to only drive into her harder and faster. She isn't able to form correct words anymore. Meaningless sounds coming out from her parted lips. The left side of her face is pressed against the desk. Her long hair is sprayed all around her head. She's a whimpering mess.
When she thinks she can't handle it anymore, he manages to get one of his strong arms under her torso and lifts her up. He presses her against him, still pounding into her. She can feel his hot, jerky breath on her neck when he growls into her ear „You like that, Striapach? Huh?“
The answer is a long, loud groan. Which ends in a high, soft scream when he licks the skin on her shoulder. She can feel his broad frame against her back. His sweaty muscles are pressing against her, she can feel them move under the pale skin. She presses himself even more against his torso and on his cock.
Suddenly, he bites hard and drives himself really hard into her. The pain shots through her body, make her brain numb. „More...“ her voice is husky, low and weak. When he picks up the pace she knows she wouldn't last any longer.
„Oh, FUCK, Sheamus.“ Her body being shaken by the strongest orgasm of her life. „Oh yeah. Yeah, ooooh. Damn! Damn!“ Her hands clams around the edges of the desk, her back arches, presenting her ass to him, giving him even more access. Her moaning transforms into a soft groaning, which ends in whimpering.
After a few strokes she hears him growl deep in his throat like a big animal, and then he comes with a „Fuck, FUCK!“ into her. She can feel his cock twichting, pulsating, shooting all he got into her.
When he pulls out, she feels weak, scared that her knees would just give up their work. She doesn't even dare to move. That is until she feels strong arms on her back and on her knee bends and she's lifted up suddenly. He brings her to the bed to put her down on the sheets softly. Then he lies down next to her, spend, falling asleep as soon as his head hits the sheets. She smiles.
Summary There's no story. Just two naked bodies....and table.
Disclaimers Not mine, not at all. Sheamus' sex life is private and hot not my business. Pure fiction.
Warnings RATED-R! Not worksafe!!
Author’s Notes I've never wanted to publish this but I think theirishcurse lacks fiction. It's really short and I'm not sure if I'll ever write another part. Just testing the water, I guess. Uhm....yeah. o___o
She feels his strong, big hand on her back, pressing her down on the desk. He's pounding into her from behind. His hips crashes against hers again and again and again. The edges of the desk slams against her thighs and the surface she's pressed against is hard and cold. It hurts. It will probably leave bruises. … She loves it.
His hard cock is filling her inside, it's almost too much to handle. Almost. She groans and sounds like a cheap whore. She couldn't care less.
Here she was, in her bosses office, on his damn holy desk getting pound from behind by the Newbie in the business. The prodigy. The Celtic Warrior. Sheamus.
She was so - slam - getting - slam - in trouble - slam - for this. And it was so worth it. She heard him grumble. That's all the noise he makes. She's screaming, moaning, swearing and he's all quiet.
His hand slides down her back, still pressing it down. She shudders at the almost soft contact.
„Oh, fuck, Sheamus. Yes... yes....“ she manages to stumble. It motivates him to only drive into her harder and faster. She isn't able to form correct words anymore. Meaningless sounds coming out from her parted lips. The left side of her face is pressed against the desk. Her long hair is sprayed all around her head. She's a whimpering mess.
When she thinks she can't handle it anymore, he manages to get one of his strong arms under her torso and lifts her up. He presses her against him, still pounding into her. She can feel his hot, jerky breath on her neck when he growls into her ear „You like that, Striapach? Huh?“
The answer is a long, loud groan. Which ends in a high, soft scream when he licks the skin on her shoulder. She can feel his broad frame against her back. His sweaty muscles are pressing against her, she can feel them move under the pale skin. She presses himself even more against his torso and on his cock.
Suddenly, he bites hard and drives himself really hard into her. The pain shots through her body, make her brain numb. „More...“ her voice is husky, low and weak. When he picks up the pace she knows she wouldn't last any longer.
„Oh, FUCK, Sheamus.“ Her body being shaken by the strongest orgasm of her life. „Oh yeah. Yeah, ooooh. Damn! Damn!“ Her hands clams around the edges of the desk, her back arches, presenting her ass to him, giving him even more access. Her moaning transforms into a soft groaning, which ends in whimpering.
After a few strokes she hears him growl deep in his throat like a big animal, and then he comes with a „Fuck, FUCK!“ into her. She can feel his cock twichting, pulsating, shooting all he got into her.
When he pulls out, she feels weak, scared that her knees would just give up their work. She doesn't even dare to move. That is until she feels strong arms on her back and on her knee bends and she's lifted up suddenly. He brings her to the bed to put her down on the sheets softly. Then he lies down next to her, spend, falling asleep as soon as his head hits the sheets. She smiles.