EroticReverie

Sadie - Six Months Later

"I ever tell you how fucking sexy you are?" Bryan groans as my hands slap to the sides of the small sink in the one person rest room at the bar we're at, his hands lifting my tight fitting dress that barely covers my ass. His finger gripping my thong and yanking it to the side, his hard dick already out and ready to fuck me. 

"No, never" I say with a pant, smirking at him in the mirror as he stands behind me, grinning back at me. 

For the past six months , I cant even count how many times I've been told I'm sexy, beautiful, pretty, gorgeous, perfect, stunning, breath taking, the list goes on, and I'm still not fucking tired of hearing it dozens of times a day. 

Six months we've been together. Six months of Bryan Brennan treating me like I'm a fucking queen, driving me crazy every fucking second of every day. Six months of bickering just like we always have, and sometimes even worse than we used to, earning us confused looks from our friends when I'm "mean" to Bryan. None of them have any idea it's just our non conventional foreplay. Even when I'm truly in a mood, and being more of a bitch than he deserves, it still fucking turns him on. Apparently, according to him, I can do no wrong. He loves everything about me, right down to my random pissy moments that sometimes come out of nowhere. 

Six months of ripped panties, leaving his back covered in scratch marks, and him leaving my body covered in bite marks. As soon as my ankle was better, the sex got fucking crazy and still was. We've checked off every position in the Kama Sutra book I bought him for his birthday a few weeks after the week at the cabin. And we were constantly trying to make up our own. Sometimes laughing at the ridiculous positions we ended up in, sometimes moaning so loud the entire city could probably hear us fucking. 

Six months of me being utterly fucking obsessed with being Bryan Brennan's girlfriend. Six months of not just sex and making love, but falling in love with him more and more each and every day. Six months of conversations that had us laying in bed at all hours of the night, or talking on the phone, not realizing hours had passed. Six months of knowing him on a level I've never known anyone else. Six months of learning that Bryan Brennan was so much more than I ever thought he was or could be. Six months of this man cementing the fact that there was nobody else for me. We're madly fucking in love, possessive and obssessive, and fucking crazy about each other. 

After the week at the cabin, I pretty much stayed at Bryan's apartment every night, that he shared with a few of our guy friends. A month ago, Bryan moved out and moved into another apartment. With me. Together. Just us. Now we get notes left on our door to "keep it down". 

It's our friend Fiona's birthday tonight, and me and Bryan are drunk and horny after me dancing all up on him near the bar. There's three single bathroom, and we're occupying one in a jam packed bar. Several people saw us go in together, and I don't care. Inhibitions don't exist when you're drunk and horny for your hot as fuck boyfriend. 

"Hold on tight Chipmunk" he warns as he line his cock up to my pussy and I curse, that nickname still has the same effect on me. Still has my cunt achy and wet every fucking time he says it. 

My hand grips the side of the sink, the other lifting, pushing to the wall in front of me, to the side of the tiny little mirror where I can see his face, looking down at my ass as he grabs my hips and digs his fingers into my hips. I brace myself, because I know he fucking means it. He's going to fuck me hard, and fuck me fast. He'll fuck me rough and deep. He always does when we need a "quickie". I may not get off , but he'll repay me later in spades. 

My head flies back as my hips crash against the edge of the sink , my hand pushing hard at the wall, my hand gripping the sink, not holding on tight enough apparently. 

"I said hold on" he groans and smacks my fucking ass and pounds into me again, and again. I curse loudly, my body being jolted with each fucking thrust he gives. My heels lifting off the floor, as he fucks me up onto my tiptoes while I try to fuck brace myself. 

"Jesus Chipmunk, i warned you to hold on baby" he taunts me, fisting my hair, yanking it back and his mouth dropping to my neck with a growl, biting me as I hiss and cry out as he keeps fucking me without a single bit of fucking mercy. 

I cry out, back arching, my arms deciding the only thing to hold onto is his hair. My arms fly up and back, my hands scrambling for his head and clutching his hair as my tits bounce in my dress, my hips probably bruising against the edge of the sink as he slides his hands up my dress, and pulls the front down, the fabric ripping slightly.

"Shit" I breathe. "my dress" I moan, too drunk and too fucking wet and horny to give a shit that the shoulder strap is ripped and dangling now on one side. 

"yeah ...your fucking dress.....your dress is the reason you're in this bathroom getting fucked like a bad girl Chipmunk" he groans. 

I clutch his hair in my fingers harder and pull as my tits bounce, his one hand lifting, slapping down over my breast, then the other as I cry out, his hips slapping my ass with each thrust.

"oh fuck...dont stop , dont stop" I cry.

"this hot little fucking dress....on this hot fucking body....on my hot as fuck girlfriend" he groans. 

"teasing me with beautiful fucking ass...rubbing it on my fucking dick out there in the bar...prettiest girl in the world....dancing her sexy fucking ass on my fucking dick." he groans and I clench around his cock.

"call me chipmunk" I cry in frustration, an orgasm right on the fucking edge for me. 

He groans loudly. "Fuck, i love you" he kisses my head , wraps and arm around my waist and the other still grabs my hip as he fucks me even harder and I scream. 

"good girl, take yours mans dick , Chipmunk" he growls and my fucking legs shake, heels scraping the floor as I come apart on his cock. 

"jesus christ" he grunts. "yeah Chipmunk, fuck yeah" 

If my orgasm is a loaded gun, then Bryan Brennan calling me Chipmunk when on the edge, is the fucking trigger. 

"keep fucking cumming on my cock , you pretty , fuckin horny, little thing" he groans as he keeps fucking me while I scream my orgasm, voices and music blaring through walls as I become a whimpering fucking mess, turning to fucking jello in his hands.

"give me your mouth before I make mess of my future wife's perfect pussy" he growls in my ear. 

Panting, I manage to turn after he pulls out of me, still fucking dripping with my own arousal as I grab his hips, squat down and look up at him and open my mouth. 

"Beautiful, fucking beautiful" he groans as he grabs my hair and I wrap my mouth around his cock and suck him off. 

My mouth moving as I moan around him, watching him as looks down, watching me suck his cock. 

"so ...fucking...pretty....this face is so fucking pretty Chipmunk" he groans, slightly fucking my mouth, thrusting a bit deeper, making me swallow his cock, making me choke slightly and he groans. 

"god, i love fucking your pretty face" he exhales. 

"making love to your gorgeous fucking face in a bar bathroom" he grunts.

"fuck you're so hot Chipmunk, jesus, suck it baby, fuck, that's fucking good, so fuckin good Chipmunk" he groans as I keep going, knowing he can cum, but he's trying not to, trying to hold off, edging himself, breathing hard as hell and wincing and biting his lip. 

"my perfect fuckin girl...fuck yes...fuck me with that pretty fucking mouth Chipmunk" 

He groans as I deep throat him, sucking, licking my tongue over his cock , my eyes watering as I choke slightly, his hands fisting my hair, making a fucking mess of it. 

"oh you beautiful fucking thing...fuck, you're so fucking pretty" he groans, with a slight whimper. My pussy pulsing at the sound of it. I fucking love when he whimpers, when he can't control himself. 

"god, i love you" he whimpers. "shit, i fucking love you so much" 

Cum spills into my mouth, down my throat as Bryan groans loudly, cursing as I swallow every drop. Hands gripping his thighs hard, so I dont fall backward or onto my knees. 

"fuuuuck" he groans as I slwoly drag my mouth up his cock, popping it off, kissing his dick with a smile on my lips and licking them slowly, and popping him back into my mouth, sucking the tip, making him twitch and shiver and I giggle slightly and pop my mouth back off him. 

He heaves a breath, panting as I grab the sink with one hand to pull myself up, my legs still weak and wobbly as I try to stand , his hand catching me under my arm and helping to lift me to my feet. 

"fuck that was...." he sighs, shaking his head. I smile. 

"mhm" I agree and then look to the mirror and laugh. My hair was fucking destroyed.

Bryan tucks himself back into his pants, grinning at me in the mirror as I finger comb my hair. Too drunk to make it look halfway decent. 

"you broke my dress" I narrow my eyes at him. 

"I did." he says proudly as I pull up the top of my dress, and tuck the broken strap into it as he reaches to my thong, adjusting it, and I bite my lip , smiling to myself as he helps me clean myself up and get situtated. Tugging down my dress.

"This dress is too fucking short" he growls. 

"you picked it out you idiot" I say and he slaps my ass.

"quit bein mean to me" he says and slaps the other side. 

"never" I smile and then turn and look up at him. 

"cruel little thing" he grins and leans down, kissing me and I push onto my toes and wrap my arms around his neck. 

"but you love me" I say against his lips and kiss him again.

"so fuckin much" he mutters against my lips. "so fuckin much"