Genji can be so serious sometimes. One moment, playful to the point of annoyance, but as soon as it was time to train, he was too busy for you. He put his foot down, even in your time of need. It was just sex, he pointed out. Ironic for him to be saying so. You held fast to his leg as he tried to leave, you being dragged along the carpet as he walked.

“I must be ovulating or something, c’mon! Don’t leave me here with just my toys!” you pleaded.

“Anyone who calls themselves my love can do without me for a small time,” he teased.

You whimpered and whined, and he still left, walking out the door saying, “Jesse’s free.”

You sat up, your interest piqued.

He was attractive enough, in his rough-and-tumble way. He was polite enough, in all the times you interacted with him. It was enough to light the fire, and you approached him with your problem. He could solve it, with a whole pack of condoms.

Jesse was single right now, and so he grinned at the chance. You shed your confining clothes, to his impressed whistle. Next, he tried to initiate some foreplay. The tickle of his facial hair and his hot, roaming hands just made you want to scream for him to get on with it. Your thighs gripped him tight, drawing him in, and he had to pry you off to get room to penetrate you.

“You sure Genji won’ mind us goin’ again?”

“He’s a big boy. He’ll be fine,” you grabbed the top of his mussed hair and pulled him closer. “Let’s go! Don’t stop until I say.”

The slick mess that your sex was, his cock slid right in from behind. The previous rounds had you stretched perfectly for his thickness to fit. You melted back down onto the bed in relief. You weren’t complete without something stuffed in there.

“You’re insatiable, eh?” he asked, pulling his hips back to set a slow pace.

You meet his suffocatingly lustful gaze with as blank of a look as you can manage. You didn’t come here to flirt.

“You’ll do,” you replied, lying back down.

“Aww, c’mon. I know you thought about me before now. Maybe when the ninja’s dickin’ you down, a few thoughts a’ me sneak in there….?”

The amount that Jesse talked, it was exhausting. But your cunt was a ravenous mistress and the cowboy was tasty enough.

“Wouldja look at me,” he drawled, “reduced to a fucktoy.”

“You don’t sound unhappy about that.”

He snorted. “Maybe I’m into it.”

You closed your eyes and let soft pants out of your mouth. Jesse’s hips made equally soft slaps against your rear.

“That was just a trot, Honey,” he purred. “Are you ready for a gallop?”

You burst out laughing and swung an arm behind to give him a smack.

“Don’t ruin it with your cowboy jokes! And yes, fuck me harder.”

With a hand gripping your hip, he fucked into you faster. You arched your hips back, offering your cunt up for him to pound.

“Fuck, you need this don’t you?”

You can’t find the word to retort, so he continues.

“Speechless, this time? My cock fucked the words outta you?”

Maybe. You don’t care to correct him. The sound of your bodies colliding is shameful, and you live for it. It’s the right stuff to have the pressure building for another peak. Jesse continues to ramble with his dirty talk. All of the stimuli blends together near the home stretch, and he keeps going like you told him.

You reach back to squeeze his thigh, and squeak out, “Harder!”

He finds it in him to do so, still bragging to no one. It’s enough to end it, and you shout as he fucks you through it.

He’s puffing on a fresh cigarillo while you’re trying to pull your senses together.

“Again?” he asks.

“I thought you were nervous.”

“Being killed for good pussy isn’t the worst way to go.”