Considering
music often inspires my writing, this week's Wicked Wednesday "Song Title" prompt was right up my alley. There was a wealth of possibilities,
but I finally settled on "Just the Way You Are" by Billy Joel.
There's a video of him performing the song below.
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Ria
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Warning: Contains really filthy dirty talk
and name calling.
Just the Way You
Are
By Ria Restrepo
Copyright ©2018. All rights reserved.
Something
was nudging my face. Something warm, and hard. That was what woke me up—or
started to. I was nothing resembling a morning person, so waking up was a
lengthy process. My eyes were still shut, but the insistent prodding of my
forehead, cheek, and nose disturbed me enough to be aware of it.
Hoping
for more sleep, I raised my hand to brush away whatever was bothering me, but
something else grabbed my wrist and pinned it to the mattress beside my head.
That definitely woke me up.
I
opened my eyes and saw the cock I knew very well hovering above me, then lifted
my gaze to its owner. He knelt beside my head, his eyelids hooded and his
breathing heavy. He'd clearly been having some wicked fun while I slept,
getting himself all worked up.
Murmuring
my pleasant surprise, I nuzzled the underside of his cock, the warm weight of
his balls on my cheek as the shaft grazed my forehead. His thatch of pubic hair
tickled my nose as I breathed in his seductive musky scent.
Any
hesitation he may have had about my reaction evaporated. The hand he'd used to restrain
my wrist shifted to grip my hair, holding my head in place while his other hand
guided his cock all over my face.
I
wouldn't have thought I'd be so aroused by him just rubbing himself on me like
that, but desire quickly sparked low in my abdomen. Everything about it appealed
to my horny slut soul: my submissive position, his dominance, him using my body
whenever and however he pleased.
Then
there was the fact that I loved having his cock in me or on me any way I could get
it. The feel of his hard, hot flesh moving across my skin, leaving a trail of
pre-come in its wake, was exquisite. I pressed my thighs together to relieve the
ache in my rapidly moistening sex.
When
he reached my mouth, I opened for him and wrapped my pouty lips around the head
of his cock. He hissed out a breath and gripped my hair tighter as I lightly
sucked on him, teasing the underside with my tongue.
"Fuck,
I'm going to come!"
I
hummed around his cock, letting him know I eagerly anticipated a mouthful of
his spunk.
But
he yanked himself out of my mouth and harshly jerked his shaft in his fierce
grip. Watching him beat off was something I never could resist, so I was
transfixed by the erotic sight for several long moments—barely shutting my eyes
before his thick seed rained down on my face.
Once
his grunts and the warm splatters ceased, I used my fingers to wipe my eyelids
so I could look at him again. Panting, he had one arm braced against the
headboard as he gazed down at me.
I
licked his salty essence from my fingers. "Mmmm, now that's the way to
start the day."
The
look on his face finally registered—like a small boy caught doing something
naughty. It was really amusing on a grown man nearly ten years my senior.
I
laughed. "What, do I have something on my face?"
Yes,
even groggy, I was a smart-ass.
His
dire expression slowly lightened and a brilliant smile spread across his face.
"You're not mad?"
I
rolled my eyes. "Of course not."
After
all the time we'd spent together and all the kinks we'd explored, it amazed me
that he still expected me to be so appalled by one of his urges that I'd reject
him. I was a fairly open-minded girl, especially since I had my own deviant desires—most
of which we shared. Even when I wasn't into something, I tried to indulge his
fantasies in ways I could live with. Because turning him on was my favorite pastime.
I thought I'd proved that time and time again.
I
swiped some of his come from my forehead and painted it on my taut nipples.
"You know I'm yours to use anytime in any wicked way you like."
His
eyes gleamed with roguish intent. "What if I called you my filthy fucking
come slut?"
"Would
you mean it appreciatively?" I gasped as I pinched my nipples and jolts of
pleasure shot straight to me clit.
"You
know I would." He scooped a rope of come off my cheek.
"Then
you know I love being your dirty little fuck whore."
He
trailed his messy finger down the center of my body to my shaved pussy.
"What if I said I wanted to sniff your nasty asshole and fuck it with my
tongue?"
"My
asshole is yours any time you want it."
Moaning,
I arched against his fingers as they slid between my cunt lips and found my
needy clit.
"But
would it make you wet?"
"Fuck
yeah!"
He pushed
one long finger deep inside me and groaned. "God, you're fucking drenched."
"Always.
Just for you."
Slipping
another finger inside me, he curved them upwards to hit the spot he knew drove
me insane. "What if I wanted to spank your ass while I fucked you so hard
you felt it for days?"
"Yes,
please!"
He leaned
down, his warm breath fanning my ear as his thumb strummed my clit. "Come
for me, little cunt."
The sensations
and his dirty words were so overwhelming and all-consuming there was no way I
could refuse. Intense pleasure tore through me as my orgasm peaked, wave after
wave of pure bliss enrapturing me. I floated in the afterglow for some time,
barely conscious of the bed shifting beside me.
Once
I caught my breath, I looked over to see him sprawled out on his side facing me.
He
reached over and brushed a lock of hair from my face. "You're
amazing."
"When
are you going to realize I love you just the way you are—in all your perverted
glory?"
He
smiled. "Maybe someday."
Until
then, I'd just have to keep showing him.
