Rooster never deemed himself one to enjoy being on bottom while his sexual relations with women; always loving the way women were just so needy for his touch on their skin, his hand around their neck, begging for him to keep his hips moving at just the right pace, waiting to cum until he said so. Writhing underneath him, urging him to cum, wanting to watch as he threw his head back, gripping their throats tighter with no regard.

Yet here he is, fingers gripping the headboard above him, eyes watching as Dakota dragged her pussy over his painfully hard cock, smirking down at him. "Yeah you like that don't you Rooster?" She gasped lightly, as his bright red head dragged over her clit, sending a wave of pleasure up her spine. He let out a throaty groan as he gripped the headboard tighter, the muscles in his arms flexing, making her breathing pick up even more.

"I don't know how much longer I can take this sweetheart," his strained voice spoke, leaning his head back on the pillow, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. Her small hands trailed up his chest, brushing over his nipples, making him buck his hips slightly before placing her hands next to his head, her curly hair creating a curtain around her head as she gazed down at him, her teeth glinting in the late moonlight.

A small whine fell from his mouth as he felt her hips stop moving along his, "Patience, good things come to good boys right?" Dakota brushed her lips over his, her coconut scent encapsulating him, making his senses heightened, his stomach flutter at the feeling of her leaning over him, so powerful. He opened his eyes, her pursed swollen lips, flushed face, "Hm? Need to answer me, baby." She trailed her lips to his jawline nibbling at the skin softly, quickly soothing it with a peck.

Rooster groaned, as she sucked around the base of his throat, marking him, "Yes." He spoke weakly as she placed a sloppy, opened mouth kiss on his Adam's apple. His pupils were blown, watching as she leaned back up, hands placed on his chest in the process, causing friction to rub over her cock once more. "Fuck." He breathed, throwing his head back as she ground her hips into his, body shuddering each time the tip ran over her bundle of nerves, the pit in her stomach growing slowly.

She grabbed the base of his cock with dainty fingers, eyes settled on his tanned face, watching him, making her mind flood with emotion. His hips bucked at the feeling of his sensitive head at her entrance, feeling her wetness drip down his dick. Dakota whined quietly as she sunk down, the pain being a pleasurable one, as he stretch her, splitting her open.

Her thighs ached at the sheer feeling of him inside her, something she craved, finally being fulfilled. She watched as the tendons in his neck strained as he tilted his head back more, jawline littered with small bruises caused by her mouth, a warm feeling spreading in her chest at the sight.

"Holy shit." She heard him muttered under his breath. His chest shining lightly in a thin layer of sweat, making him look beautiful. Her palms flattened over his abs as she started grinding her hips down, his pubic bone brushing over her clit each movement forward.

He opened his eyes, her torso flexing as she ground against his dick, head thrown back as small whines fell from her swollen lips, lashes fluttering the apples of her flushed cheeks as her eyes squeezed shut, the pleasure encompassing her nerves. "You're doing so good for me, baby." She breathed, her body shaking slightly when she felt the tip of his dick brush over her g-spot, making her walls clench around him.

A throaty groan left his mouth as he tried to move his hips with hers, desperate to make her cum around him. "P-Please let me touch you," his weak yet deepened voice spoke, watching as her wetness spread over her inner thighs, dripping down his balls.

The pit in her stomach deepened, starts briefly appearing under her eyelids at the sound of him begging her, his dick inside of her, stretching her, it was all so intoxicating. Her mind dumb at this point, so cock drunk, focused on nothing but the feeling of her hips moving against his, she weakly nodded at his request.

She felt his rough hands grasp at her hips, his fingers digging into her hip bones, moving her back and forth along his dick. A loud gasp fell from her lips, a shock of overbearing pleasure flooding her senses as his tip brushed her cervix. His jaw went slack, the feeling of her clench around him again, his mind loving how even under her, he still drove her crazy. "Brad," she moaned quietly, silently begging him to continue the harsh movement.

His hand flattened out of the small bulge that appeared in her lower stomach, each time he moved his hips up to meet hers, pressing on it slightly. A loud moan echoed throughout her room, as the pit in her stomach spread; her mind was clouded with nothing but him and his touch, her thighs shaking, her abs aching as she met is desperate thrusts. He watched as her eye brows furrowed, mouth left open, a small line of drool dribbling down her chin.

Her dainty fingers clawed at his hands, eventually interlacing their fingers, and placing them next to his head as she leaned over him once more. "You gonna cum sweetheart?" His rough voice cooed from underneath her. Bradley felt her clench around him, grinding against him harder. "I can feel you squeezing me," She nodded absentmindedly, her jaw still slack as her eyes rolled back into their sockets. "You already cock drunk f'me?"

She whined loudly, moving her hips faster, chasing the heat that was threatening to numb her nerves. Her hands squeezed his, she muttered something along the lines of "I'm gonna cum." Her words slurring together, not focused on anything else but the feeling of his dick moving inside her.

He bucked his hips against hers faster, moans tumbling from her lips as she squeezed his cock tighter, the knot in her stomach snapping. Hot, white heat spreading over her body, stars blurring her vision as her body shook, a mind-blurring euphoric feeling washing over.

Bradley continued fucking her through her climax, his thumbs rubbing over her knuckles as she collapsed over his torso, his arms wrapping around her waist, holding her tight against him. He didn't let up once he felt her start squirming in his arms, too blind, chasing his own high. "Brad, Brad, Brad," she chanted, the overstimulation becoming intoxicating in her cock drunk mind.

He groaned in her ear, her fingers tangling in his sun-kissed hair, pulling at the roots expertly. "'M gonna cum pretty girl," His pace quickened, his tip repeatedly hitting her cervix, dragging against her sensitive walls. "Where do you want it?" His strained voice asked, squeezing her body tighter.

Somehow, in her dumbed-down mind, too lost in her own pleasure, chasing after her second high, she heard his muttered words. "I-Inside me," Her quiet, weak voice spoke into his ear, making his dick twitch. "Please." Dakota gasped hoarsely, lips brushing against the shell of his ear.

His balls tightened at her small words, "Want me to cum inside you pretty girl?" He groaned, hands drifting down to the curve of her ass, pushing her against him, desperate for his own release. She nodded, as her teeth sunk into his collar bone, too gone to know that the motion pained him, yet urged him on, setting his nerves on fire.

With the tip of his dick repeatedly brushing her cervix, constant pressure on her g-spot, her walls buzzing with over stimulation, nonverbally begging to shred euphoria over her mind. He pushed her further against him, her body shaking in his arms as he came, hard. A loud, deep moan erupting from his throat as he threw his head back into the plush pillow, the feeling of her clamping down on him even harder as her second orgasm washed over her, his thick cum painting her walls as his hips bucked up, aftershocks making his body jerk involuntarily.

Dakota's small frame shuddered in his arms as his cock drug against her sensitive walls, whining quietly as she felt him pull out.

Bradley held the girl tightly against his chest, hand going up and cradling her head into the crook of his neck, feeling her small breaths fan against the hot skin of his throat. His mustache tickled the outside of her ear, "You okay pretty girl?" His soothing voice questioned, as his thumb rubbed circles along her hip bone. He felt her nod, smiling lightly to himself at the woman in his arms, an inexplainable feeling warping in his chest, his heartrate picking up ever so slightly as she lifted her head, their gazes connecting with a toothy grin on her swollen lips. "'M good Bradley." She leaned down, connecting their lips in a slow, sensual kiss. Relishing the way their mouths moved against each others, how his hands squeezed her waist as she slipped her tongue into his mouth, both of them moaning at the feeling.

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The two of them let the the golden light of the early morning sun soak into their skin, honey hues glaring over Miramar, watching as the few people that were awake driving over the countless amount of streets; from the cliff that over looked the city.

Dakota was thankful that it was a Sunday, the one day that Maverick told them they had off as they started training for the mission. She knew that after last night she would not be able to fly a jet properly, or better yet, walk to one, given that the insides of her thighs were sore, each time she put weight on it she wobbled lightly.

A soft, brisk wind blew threw the open trunk of Bradley's Ford Bronco, as they dangled their feet over the back, looking over the horizon, as waves crashed further back due to the early morning low tide of the Pacific Ocean.

Her dainty fingers grasped the warm breakfast burrito, the sleeves of Rooster's sweatshirt constantly having her push them up to her elbows, only for them to fall down, covering her hands. She secretly loved it though, the warmth of his clothing encapsulating her body, his cologne musk blinding her senses, a small smile tugging at her lips at the feeling.

They sat in a comforting silence, both of them not wanting to break moment, the rush of adrenaline both of them felt when their fingers touched on her thigh, neither moving, relishing the feeling of his rough finger tracing the top of her hand.

She felt like a school girl all over again; the butterflies that fluttered in her stomach with every movement of his skin against hers. It felt so, intimate. The thought that possible, he could feel the same as she did repeating in her mind after last night, how he held her so, so close to him, she couldn't help it.

"You okay Mustang?" He spoke calmly, slightly muffled due to the bite of breakfast burrito he just took. She laughed softly at him, a warm feeling going all the way to her toes; no, she wouldn't let her name the emotion she was contemplating. "Yeah I'm good Rooster."

Dakota leaned against the side of the trunk, propping one leg up as she let the other one dangle, her calf lightly brushing over his clothed ribs, her heartbeat stuttering at the realization. "Why you ask?" Her gaze now focused on his side profile, being illuminated by the golden light of the sun, making him look heavenly. His hazel eyes glowed in the light, he shrugged his shoulders, pursing his lips briefly, "You just haven't really talked all that much since we woke up."

She scoffed playfully, breaking her gaze from his side profile to the horizon. Dakota placed her arm lazily on her knee which was propped up, "Just haven't really felt like talkin'. Don't think I have to." She stated flatly, not knowing what else to say. He nodded his head lightly, turning to look at her as he balled up the foil which his burrito was in, and leaned back on his hands.

A beat of silence washed over them neither of them not really knowing what to say, the quietness somewhat drowning the two. "I didn't hurt you last night did I?" He questioned surprisingly softly, quirking an eyebrow as his gaze settled on her again, taking in how her freckled cheeks stood out in the golden hues.

She shook her head almost instantly, her heart secretly swelling involuntarily. It seemed stupid, he was just making sure she was okay, it meant nothing else. Just simply him being a decent human. "No yeah, 'm good. Just a little sore but nothing major." Her lips rolled into a thin line.

His teeth glinted in the sunlight as she placed her legs in his lap, crossing her ankles as she continued nibbling on her burrito. He smiled at the sight of her, his stomach flipping at the thought. His golden hair ruffling slightly due to the early morning wind.

Dakota felt the need to talk to him about that night, before she left for her deployment, yet she didn't want to ruin this rare moment, this moment that she craved to just be with him, in his presence, the feeling of his legs under his. She truly didn't know what to do from this point forward.

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AND THERE WE HAVE ITTT
i am SO proud of this chapter like you guys don't even know...🤭🤭 SOMEWHAT SUB ROOSTER????

like the smut, the moment between them... THEYRE MY BABIES🫣
also i feel like i wrote the emotions well.... idk yet 😵‍💫