Re: America/fem!Canada Cherry Pie 6/?
anonymous
September 1 2010, 01:49:15 UTC
“Al…” she moaned in protest her hips tilting up. So help me jerk if you don’t do something. Alright so it wasn’t much of a threat inside of her head and he laughed softly at her glare. God she was sexy all spread out and needy. His hips pressed against the grill of the car, the pressure hardly a relief against his aching cock but hell at least with the suspension lift it was the right height. His eyes moved down to her chest, the thin scrap of fabric doing nothing to hide her hard nipples and fuck if he wasn’t tempted to pull the dress down and slide his dick in between those gorgeous tits. Canada caught that look and it never failed to arouse her. America looked like he wanted to devour her whole and she reached down giving that innocent pleading expression she’d perfected.
He was nearly undone by that wide eyed look coupled with the way her long fingers held her swollen pink pussy open for him. “Please?” Now how could a hero resist a plea for help like that? He shifted, his strong hands holding her soft supple thighs apart eagerly. She was so wet for him, the scent of her arousal made him nearly dizzy as he greedily lapped her wetness. He sucked her swollen labia, rutting against the grill of the car. Canada moaned, hands tangling in America’s hair as she struggled to keep quiet. “Al… god Al…” she whimpered as his teeth nipped and stretched the sensitive folds. His breath felt so hot against her skin and when his tongue slid inside her slick and questing she found herself panting harder, pushing her hips up, wordlessly begging him for more.
The car rocked as she shook, as she tried to urge him to move his mouth to that ache. She trembled and whined, the heat from her overcharged body warming the cold metal around her. “Please…please… hurts… hurts…” And God did it hurt, her swollen clit throbbed and ached and she didn’t have a fucking car grill to hump. His head lifted, eyes meeting hers and he merely smirked that shit fucking eating America grin and instead pushed three fingers inside without preamble. She brought a hand to her mouth and bit down hard on her finger tasting blood. Ohgodgodgod you asshole…America watched her practically seize and fuck if he didn’t just want to fuck her right here on the hood of his car. But where was the fun in that?
His fingers curled, he finger fucked her hard, keeping the pressure on that velvet front wall. Her eyes were shut tight, her head shaking back and forth violently as she felt the urge to- nononono. She felt like she had to pee so badly and she didn’t want to- she knew that wasn’t it but it was so hard to let go- and America didn’t let up at all. He watched her shake and held a hip still as he worked, his breathing heavy, eyes watching as her tits bounced and her eyes screwed shut. Poor Canada: trying so hard to hold back. He always had to force it out of her but it was always so fucking good. “C’mon baby, squirt for daddy,” he whispered and had she been more coherent she’d have hissed that she would not call him fucking daddy because she was older dammit and stop fucking trying. At least she would have thought it.
Canada’s body needed no further coaxing. Her hips moved more violently, rocked with his thrusts. America shifted his body to the side and did that... that... She never could quite follow his explanation but he knew exactly what he was doing when he scissored his fingers and corkscrewed them seemingly at once. He shivered, his cock throbbing insistently as he watched the stream of clear fluid arc over the hood and hit the blacktop. Christ it must have been at least three feet. “Fuck yeah,” he breathed and withdrew his fingers licking the slick sticky come from them once more. “Should I fuck you now, Mattie?” he asked stepping back.
He was nearly undone by that wide eyed look coupled with the way her long fingers held her swollen pink pussy open for him.
“Please?” Now how could a hero resist a plea for help like that? He shifted, his strong hands holding her soft supple thighs apart eagerly. She was so wet for him, the scent of her arousal made him nearly dizzy as he greedily lapped her wetness. He sucked her swollen labia, rutting against the grill of the car. Canada moaned, hands tangling in America’s hair as she struggled to keep quiet.
“Al… god Al…” she whimpered as his teeth nipped and stretched the sensitive folds. His breath felt so hot against her skin and when his tongue slid inside her slick and questing she found herself panting harder, pushing her hips up, wordlessly begging him for more.
The car rocked as she shook, as she tried to urge him to move his mouth to that ache. She trembled and whined, the heat from her overcharged body warming the cold metal around her. “Please…please… hurts… hurts…” And God did it hurt, her swollen clit throbbed and ached and she didn’t have a fucking car grill to hump. His head lifted, eyes meeting hers and he merely smirked that shit fucking eating America grin and instead pushed three fingers inside without preamble. She brought a hand to her mouth and bit down hard on her finger tasting blood. Ohgodgodgod you asshole…America watched her practically seize and fuck if he didn’t just want to fuck her right here on the hood of his car. But where was the fun in that?
His fingers curled, he finger fucked her hard, keeping the pressure on that velvet front wall. Her eyes were shut tight, her head shaking back and forth violently as she felt the urge to- nononono. She felt like she had to pee so badly and she didn’t want to- she knew that wasn’t it but it was so hard to let go- and America didn’t let up at all. He watched her shake and held a hip still as he worked, his breathing heavy, eyes watching as her tits bounced and her eyes screwed shut. Poor Canada: trying so hard to hold back. He always had to force it out of her but it was always so fucking good. “C’mon baby, squirt for daddy,” he whispered and had she been more coherent she’d have hissed that she would not call him fucking daddy because she was older dammit and stop fucking trying. At least she would have thought it.
Canada’s body needed no further coaxing. Her hips moved more violently, rocked with his thrusts. America shifted his body to the side and did that... that... She never could quite follow his explanation but he knew exactly what he was doing when he scissored his fingers and corkscrewed them seemingly at once. He shivered, his cock throbbing insistently as he watched the stream of clear fluid arc over the hood and hit the blacktop. Christ it must have been at least three feet.
“Fuck yeah,” he breathed and withdrew his fingers licking the slick sticky come from them once more. “Should I fuck you now, Mattie?” he asked stepping back.
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