Dirty Imagines

I walk through and take a look around the room as they are all watching the game. Shouting, clapping, sound effects, all of it, being boys in grown mens bodies. I hand Louis a beer and his hand runs up the back of my leg, a silent thank you in his words. I sit on the arm of the couch and watch a few minutes and decide I'll go back to the kitchen and finish getting the food put together.
I hear a commotion come from the other room signaling the game is over. They all make their way into the kitchen, grabbing a plate off the bar, everyone talking about the highlights of the game.
I feel his arm around my waist as he pulls me to him for a hug and a quick kiss. "Looks delicious and thank you." He joins them as they all find a place to eat and talk.
I watch as they each leave, a wave good bye, a hand shake and a quick peck on the cheek for me.
I finish cleaning up the kitchen as he straightens up the TV room. I finish and turn out the light as I start to leave the room.
"Where do you think you're going" he says into my neck as his body pushes mine against the counter.
"The bedroom?" I laugh a little.
He's always like this after a game. Its as if the testosterone is boiling over from within him. His kisses are rough on my neck, i feel him push his erection on me, letting me know he is more than ready.
His hands reach around and find the button of my jeans, unbuttoning them, the zipper follows.
My elbows are resting on the counter as I let him have his way. He pushes my jeans down, panties right along with them. I step out of them and my foot pushes them to the side. My shirt is next, which he tosses into the darkness of the room. The hooks of my bra are unclasped and it too, tossed.
His hands reach around me and grasp my breasts somewhat roughly, squeezing and pulling them as he kisses and sucks on my neck and shoulders. He stops only to remove his clothes, one hand remaining on my back to keep me where he wants me.
I'm getting wetter by the second as he removes his clothes. He tends to like to play rough after he has watched an intense game. I knew this would happen, I wanted it to happen.
I start to rise up and he forcefully pushes me back down and his knee separates my legs.
I feel his hand slide up my leg to my core, his fingers feel my folds and a finger slides in. I moan at the pleasure felt.
His other hand on my hip is maneuvering me around into position. I feel him step closer, his cock lined up at my entrance as he thrusts inside of me. I gasp at the forcefulness and grab hold of the counter. One hand remains on my hip and i feel the other tangle in my hair.
I feel his fingers wrap hair around them as he pulls my hair back and up towards him, my head now inches from him as he forcefully thrusts into me, me gasping at each thrust, him almost grunting with each.
As quickly as he entered me, he pulls out and steps back.
"The bedroom" he tells me as a command. I'm used to his games so I play along, trying hard not to show my enjoyment.
I lie on the bed, my head on the pillows and he approaches me after I see him shut a dresser drawer. He tosses whats in his hands on the bed and makes his way up to me. He takes a hand and securely fastens it to a bed post and repeats the same with the other hand. He leaves my legs free, I breathe a sigh of relief when I notice this.
He's between my knees within second, his hands under them and pushing the back and out, lifting me to him.
I'm always amazed at how little verbal communication is used, but we both know what the other wants. He wants to fuck and I want to be fucked.
His cock enters me again forcefully. As he enters he rocks into me touching my g spot making me scream. This does nothing more than encourage him. His thrusts become harder and sloppier, his blue eyes watching me the whole time.
I scream out once again. "Scream my name" he says forcefully and plunges himself deeper within me. I yelp. "My name" he demands.
He places my right legs on his shoulder and thrusts deep.. "Fuck Louis!" I scream out. A smile forms on his lips as he feels my insides start to clench around him. I gasp and my back arches I call out his name and come. My legs shake at the force of my climax.
is thrusts slow down and become more deliberate. His eyes close as he nears his end. A groan escapes him as he thrusts a few more times, releasing himslef into the condom.
He gently lowers my legs and and backs off of the bed to throw the condom away. I hear him in the bathroom as he turns the shower on and gets in.
I lay there looking around, still restrained to the bed.
I hear him step out, grab a towel and step into the room.
He rushes to the bed apologizing for leaving me shackled to the bed. He pulls me close and swears it will never happen again. My fingers glide through his hair as he holds me. I assure him all is fine.

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