Changing things up a little by calling McCree ‘McCree’ instead of ‘Jesse’.
It turns you on how much McCree loves fucking you from behind. How much it gives him the illusion of control when in reality you hold the reins – literally. The leather of his leash is pulled taut over your shoulder, forcing him to blanket himself over you and fuck you that way in order to prevent being choked by his already tight collar.
“May I cum, master?” he groans through heaving pants in your ear, his legs trembling from the two orgasms he already dumped into your hungry pussy. “Oh god, I can’t-!” His arms shake on either side of your shoulders and his elbows buckle, inadvertently putting more weight on you that you bear graciously.
Laughingly you oblige, twining your hand in his thick hair to drag him to your lips. To swallow his drunken cries as your own orgasm milks his for what little is left in his clenching balls. You don’t feel the warmth of his orgasm now, not through the seed that coats you inside and out, that slides down his own thighs from how hard he’s been fucking you.
Thoroughly winded, McCree slumps on top of you carefully, still trying to brace his weight on his trembling limbs to avoid crushing you to the bed. He barely groans when you pull yourself away slowly, mind already hazy and his vision darkening.
Unfortunately for him though, you’re not done with him yet. You guide his weak body onto the bed and roll him on his back, tucking a pillow under his now heavy head. Then, with him all comfy, you straddle his face and tug at his collar to get his attention, what little he has left to give, that is.
“You’re forgetting something, doggy,” you murmur, stroking his hair with your free hand as you lower your cum slick labia onto his lips. “Lick up the mess you made.”
McCree moans his acknowledgement and sluggishly wraps his arms around your hips and thighs to bring you closer, his clever tongue cleaning up and around your aching hole.
can you maybe do mccree with ‘lick up the mess you made’ ?
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