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You sat at your local watering hole. Work had been shit. If you didn’t need the job, you would have quit a long time ago.
You nursed your drink, scanning the room. Pickings were slim tonight.
You wanted to have angry sex with a stranger. No love, no commitment, just pinning you against the wall with some all night rough fucking.
Looks like you’d have to use your vibrator. You sighed. A stiff dick was way better. Oh well.
You stood up, swiftly turning to leave.
You collided with a figure. “Oi. Where’s the fire?”
“In my pants,” you blurted out.
The man laughed. “Good thing I’m a firefighter then, innit?”
You looked up. Whoa. Who was this guy?
He was tall and fit with coal black spiked hair, dark hazel eyes, full beard, and a roguish grin. His British accent was hypnotic. You fell under its spell immediately.
He was wearing a trench coat, a very busy Hawaiian shirt, black jeans, and combat boots.
He looked just right for a session of throwing you down on the bed and pounding you into the mattress until you couldn’t walk. This man was an oak tree, not a flimsy twig. And he was exactly what you needed tonight.
“Oh yeah? Your hose regulation size?” you retorted.
He smirked. “And then some.”
“What do you say to getting out of here and let me slide down your pole?”
“Yer a bold bird, ain’t ya?”
“Hey. I see something I want, I jump on it. You seem like the kind of person that appreciates that.”
He ordered a whiskey neat. “Love, you don’t even know me. I could be a serial killer.”
“Are you planning on choking me with anything else besides your large cock?”
“Nah. Somethin’ tells me that would be a mistake. At least not until after I fuck the stuffin’ outta ya.”
“Now who’s being bold?”
He knocked back the shot. “My only question is do ya want to lubricate ourselves with a bit more liquor or get out of here now that I’ve had my drink?”
“My place is real close.”
“How close is close?”
“This close. Follow me.” You walked towards the back of the bar and went up the hidden set of stairs. There was one door at the top. You unlocked it and tossed your coat over the back of your couch.
It was a one bedroom apartment, nothing fancy. Not a home, really. Just a place. It had the essentials. A kitchen, bathroom, and bedroom. And at this juncture in your life, you didn’t believe you needed anything more.
“Ya live over the bar?”
You shrugged. “Rent’s cheap. I have a deal with the owner.”
“You want my name?”
“If you want to toss it, I’ll catch it.”
“Butcher.”
“Butcher, all right. I’m Y/N.”
He grinned. “Y/N.” In a flash, he was on you. He pushed you against your door, ravaging your mouth with his own.
He pawed at your clothes. When the buttons didn’t unfasten how he wanted, he yanked it apart. Your shirt hung open exposing your bra. “Nice,” he growled.
He manhandled your tits through the thin layer. You angled towards him moaning when he pinched your nipples.
“Yer aching for it, yeh? I bet yer knickers are soaked already.”
He moved his thigh to press it against your core. The seam of your pants gave you friction.
“Fuck yes. Keep going."
He grinned at your words. “Ya want to come all over my leg right here in yer livin’ room?”
You rolled your hips. “I’d rather sit on your face, but this’ll suit me just fine.”
He hoisted you up, his hands cupping your ass cheeks perfectly. He kept kissing you as he went down the small hallway to your bedroom. He tossed you onto your bed. “Clothes off. Now.”
You tore them off. He was still dressed. “What about you?”
“I don’t have ta take ‘em off for ya to put that sweet cunt on my face.”
“True. If you don’t mind my cum all over your clothes.”
He raised a brow. “You a squirter then?”
“It’s been known to happen.”
“How many blokes?”
“That I’ve been with?”
He peeled off his trench coat. “That have made ya gush like a fountain.”
“So far, only my vibrator.”
He took off his shirt. Holy shit, the man was built. “That’ll be my goal then.”
“What? No one’s ever…”
He picked you up and flopped down on your bed, your pussy just above his mouth. “Have a seat.”
You hovered, teasing him.
“Y/N.”
Him saying your name distracted you. Which meant he took advantage of that by clutching your hips and yanking you downwards.
As soon as your pussy hit his mouth, he went to work.
He attacked it with his tongue, teeth, fingers. But he wasn’t sloppy about it. He obviously liked eating pussy and had a lot of experience.
You had to hold onto your metal headboard.
All too soon, you could feel an orgasm building.
Butcher spanked your ass. The shock of it made you come. Your thighs clenched around his head.
He kept going until you went slack. He released you and you slid off into a heap next to him. “Damn. I’ve never come that quickly before.”
He wiped off the wetness with the back of his hand. “Huh. Achieved a goal I didn’t even know ya had.”
“You didn’t make me squirt.”
“All in good time. That was just the starter, love.”
“Oh?”
“Yep. Ya need some water? Because with all the fluid yer gonna be losin’, don’t want ta have ta take you to hospital.”
“You’re an arrogant one, aren’t you?”
“Trust me, love. I’ve got my reasons. Now go get some water for next course.”
You went into your kitchen, your legs a tiny bit wobbly. You grabbed a water bottle from the fridge. Then you grabbed a second one. You walked back into your bedroom and promptly dropped them. They bounced on the carpet.
He was completely naked wearing nothing but a wicked smirk. “Welcome back.”
You let your eyes rake over him. His body had a few pink scars which added to his physique. You bet there was a great story behind each one. Your eyes widened when you saw his cock.
Definitely beyond regulation size. You tried not to drool at the sight of it.
“Pick up yer water and yer jaw,” he chided.
You blindly groped around for the bottles, not taking your eyes off his immense cock for even a second. Like it and he would disappear if you did.
You found the waters and chugged some. You set the other one on your nightstand.
You crawled up his body rubbing your tits against his warm skin. You placed his cock in between them. Using your hands to hold them together, you started jerking him off.
He watched you with amusement. Then you bent your head and took the tip into your mouth. You sucked and swirled your tongue as his dick emerged from your cleavage.
“Look at ya with my cock in yer perky tits. I could totally come right now if I wanted to,” he said. “But I’ve got plans for ya. Come up here.”
You straddled his hips. He grabbed his dick and rubbed it on your clit and pussy lips.
It was very erotic and made you shiver.
“You gonna slide down my pole now?”
“You're goddamn right."
He held you up and inched you down onto him. The stretch was fantastic. When your pelvis net his, he asked, “Ya ready?”
“Butcher, just fucking move.”
“That a girl.” He easily lifted you and slammed you back down.
You were like a rag doll letting him fuck you.
And you craved more. You anticipated his movements and when he thrust deep, you clamped down.
“Naughty," he scolded.
“Do you want me to stop?”
He grunted when you were able to hold him in place. “Fuck. So tight.”
You rolled your hips. He let go so you could ride him on your own terms.
He eagerly watched your tits bounce. “Do it. Use my cock to get yourself off.”
You rode him like he was a wild horse that you knew would never break. “Oh, oh, oh! I'm gonna..."
He smirked as you arched your back. Your climax made beads of sweat appear on your forehead.
You could feel him twitching inside. You climbed off and went to take him into your mouth.
He stopped you. “I haven’t made ya squirt yet. Then and only then will I finish.”
“But what if you can’t?”
“Then I guess it’s blue balls for me.”
“Butcher. Come on. That’s ridiculous.”
“I’m on a mission. I got priorities. And right now, that’s makin’ ya squirt all over this bed.”
“That time was very close.”
“I could tell.”
“You could?”
“I read people. Part of my job.”
“And you use this skill to fuck strangers?”
“Sometimes.”
For some reason, his response bothered you. But you hid it.
“Lie back,” he said.
He slid a pillow under your hips. He placed a hand on your stomach.
“Butcher…”
“Just relax.”
He swiped around your pussy with his first two fingers, then he eased them in. “Even after fuckin’, your pussy feels tight. I like that.”
You could feel him curling his fingers. It felt strange. But something was happening. You clenched when he hit a certain spot.
“There it is,” he said smugly.
“There’s what?”
“I’m going to make you into a firefighter, Y/N.”
“You’re going to what..? Oh my God!”
His fingers hooked inside you along with the hand on your stomach gave you an odd sensation.
But he slowed down just when you were at the precipice.
“The fuck. I was so close,” you said with gritted teeth.
“Mmhmm. Just a little bit longer,” he replied.
“Are…are you edging me?”
“Yep.”
He brought you to the brink of climax three more times. Tears were streaming down your cheeks.
“Butcher, please…” you pleaded.
Please what?” Butcher said with a smirk as he kept teasing you.
“Please…please…let…let me ...come,” you begged.
“There’s the tone. I’ve been waitin’. That means ya deserve a reward.”
He moved his hand in a way he hadn’t before. You felt a tremble like a small earthquake.
All at once, several things occurred.
Butcher hit just the right spot.
You contorted your body lifting it off the bed like you were possessed.
He pulled his hand out to see the tsunami. And he wasn’t disappointed.
You screamed his name and cane so hard it splashed the floor at the end of the bed. Not once, not twice, not three, but four times. You didn't even think you had enough liquid in your body for that to happen.
“Fuckin’ diabolical!”
You tried to speak, but your tongue was stuck to the roof of your mouth.
He handed you the opened water bottle. You greedily gulped it down.
“How ya feelin’?”
“Drained.”
He chuckled as he went to get dressed.
“Where are you going?”
“You’re spent, love. My work here is done.”
“You haven’t come, Butcher. What kind of hostess would I be if I left a guest unsatisfied?”
He stopped, dropping his clothes back into the pile on the chair. “I won't say no to that.”
“Give me a second.”
You stood and went into your bathroom. You cleaned up and then laid a towel down on the wet carpet. You placed Butcher’s clothes on your dresser.
“Sit down,” you said with a wave of your hand.
“What’s your play?”
“You'll see.”
His massive frame filled the chair. You knelt down and took his cock in your hands. You licked up from the base and back down covering him in saliva.
You sucked the tip as you slowly jerked him off. You did this for a few minutes, just giving kitten licks and being very soft in your grip.
He went to put his hands in your hair, most likely to shove him deeper. You saw his intention and pulled away, making him grunt in frustration.
“Enjoy it. Don’t be so impatient,” you scolded.
“I'm not used ta that part.”
“Tonight, you are.”
You started again. Licking and sucking and playing with a bit more pressure. A little more time passed.
He raised his hands again and you pulled away out of his reach.
“Goddamn it!”
“Every time you reach for my head, I’ll stop. So be good.”
He glared but gripped the armrests.
You smiled. And then you buried his cock in your throat.
“What the fuck!” he said in surprise.
You began to bob up and down, your nose touching his pelvic bone. Your hand snuck down to his balls, fondling them.
His deep intake of breath made you go faster. His thighs tightened and his body went rigid.
You used as much suction as you could and he filled your mouth with cum.
A stream of curses poured from him.
You milked him dry and let his cock go. It wetly slapped his stomach.
You silently handed him the unopened water bottle.
He raised it like it was a champagne glass and guzzled the whole thing. It made a crinkling noise as it deflated. He let it fall from his hand, slumping in the chair. He looked exhausted as he closed his eyes. Soon you heard light snores.
As he did, you stripped the sheets and put on new ones. “You wanna go or you wanna stay?”
He jolted awake. “What?”
“You wanna go or stay?”
“Well…”
“Look, we’re both worn out, yeah? If you want to catch a few hours, I’ll let you.”
He nodded and padded over to the bed. He laid down on the far side.
“You can come closer.”
He wiggled an inch.
“Butcher, get your ass over here.”
Once he did, you pulled his arms around you. You snuggled into his embrace and fell asleep.