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Patreon Compilation – Fic#79 – DVa/McCree – transman McCree; hair pulling; dirty talk; rough; demeaning; squirting – Little Piggy
🕑 Added 2020-06-03 05:46:50 +0000 UTCJesse is shameless and has an ego a mile wide, but that’s exactly what makes DVa so painfully hot for him. Anybody in her stream could attest to her being bratty and foul-mouthed, and a whole other slew of things, but when McCree sits with his hairy, naked ass on her cute, pink armchair and spreads his thighs to show her his cunt and the jut of his cock, she becomes a little girl waiting patiently for permission to stuff her face between his legs.
He laughs roughly, big mechanical hand easily cupping and squeezing himself while he takes a puff of his cigar.
“Ya look thirsty,” he drawls around it, eyes deeply hooded. He clenches the cigar between his lips, and indicates for her to come closer with a jerk of his head. When she does, seemingly pulled in by his sheer masculine energy, he takes the cigar back out and blows the thick, sweet smoke into her face.
Her cunt throbs. She presses her thighs together, but it only makes the delicious ache radiating from her clit worse. It is not enough to get her off, but definitely enough to make her desperate for more.
More that she won’t get from him. Not anytime soon, if the sharp grin on his face is any indication.
“Look,” he demands, and her eyes drop down to stare obediently at his crotch. There’s just… so much hair. Her mouth waters. The scent of him is thick and potent, and she hopes it will sink into the fabric of her armchair so she can relish it for days to come.
She can already see herself frantically jerking off while rubbing her face against the cushion his sweaty ass had sat on.
As she watches, he is spreading his cunt open and lets her see the thick jut of his cock, and the pink flesh underneath. Everything is wet and glistening. Her mouth is watering, fingers trying to curl around the hem of a shirt she is no longer wearing. She’s lost her clothes a long time ago and she doesn’t know where she’s thrown them in her haste to get naked for him.
When he is sure that her attention is on his pussy, he starts to play with himself, pulling the hood of his cock back; completely, shamelessly exposing himself to her. There’s not a second of hesitation. Not an ounce of uncertainty. DVa starts to lightly dance on the spot, trying to get off just by the rub of her thighs against her snatch.
“On your knees. I want you to try an’ get me off with your mouth,” Jesse says eventually when he gets bored of just showing off. “Let’s see if you can do anythin’ with that li’l tongue o’ yours.”
His dark eyes slide down from her cherry red face, staring at her little tits. He huffs a soft laugh that has her flush even more than his words. She goes down on her knees, the impact softened by the fluffy white-and-pink carpet.
Down here, his scent is thick and mouth-watering. This close, she can even hear the slick sounds that his metal fingers produce when they drag through his folds to gather some wetness at his hole, then use it to jerk his cock.
DVa glances up after a while of just enjoying the up-front view, and realizes that Jesse is staring down at her, an indulgent half-grin on his face.
He reaches out for her, and with his hand sticky with his juices, he grabs her hair and pulls her closer roughly, mashing her face nose first against his cunt. The shock goes through her body like electricity, ending in the very tips of her fingers, and the tight buds of her nipples.
“Open up, princess,” McCree drawls from above. “You know how to do this, don’t you? C’mon. Don’t tell me ye’re a virgin. Don’t be boring, missy.”
She tries to twist her head, but Jesse’s grip on her hair is so tight that the ache radiates from her scalp. She wouldn’t have thought he’d be this rough, or this… vocal, but she’s really into it.
DVa keeps her eyes on him as she opens her mouth and drags her tongue against his folds. Most people she’s given head to like that, but she finds that him impassively staring back at her like a king makes her nerves flutter, so she closes her eyes again real quick.
His resulting huff of amused laughter makes her flush but only more eager to lap at him, his cock nudging against the bridge of her nose and between her eyes every now and then.
His cunt is big and salty against her tongue. As soon as the taste hits her, she begins drooling, the mess sliding over her chin without her being able to stop it. She’s never been this messy… It honestly shocks her, but before she can pull back and wipe at her chin, Jesse easily hooks one heavy, hairy leg over her shoulder and keeps her completely trapped against his crotch.
“None of that. You stay right where I want you, little piggy.”
Her face feels like it is flushing like a traffic light. Her cunt throbs. She’s never been insulted while fucking someone, and certainly not like this. The knowledge that she seems to be into it hits her right in the stomach.
The worst thing, though, is that Jesse doesn’t even react much to the feeling of her little tongue eagerly lapping through his gash; he’s just sitting there with his cheek leaning on his fist as he watches her with a mildly bored expression. He’s even still puffing on his cigar, slow and self-indulgent.
Not even a bit of redness in his face as he all but clutches her head between his muscular thighs until she feels like her eyes are going to pop out of her skull.
“I think you’ve been spoiled a fair amount, little piggy,” he says eventually, head tilted down so the thick, sweet smoke of his cigar rolls across his chest and belly like fog. Her eyes instantly start to water when it hits them, but she can’t stop licking him, little tongue playing with his hole, flirting with dipping inside until he reaches down and grabs her hair to yank her up a little and place her mouth over his cock.
“There you go. Hey… why’re you cryin’?”
A few tears roll down her cheeks from the pain of having him yank at her hair like that. She shakes her head, blinking profusely to clear her vision; all while suckling on his cock like a babe on its pacifier.
Jesse grunts and lets go of her hair. He lightly wipes the tears off her cheeks, looking at her intently. After a moment he seems satisfied because he leans back and practically rubs his ass against her cushion as he gets himself situated.
“Suck my cock,” he drawls slowly. “I’ve been horny for a while now. Shouldn’t take me too long.”
She drags her tongue against the tip of his dick, lips closed gently around it to suckle and slurp. He indulges her for a while until he grabs her by the hair again and pushes her farther down once more.
“You’re so bad at sucking dick. Not had many to try it out on, huh? Maybe ya should consider doin’ them naked streams after all. Bet your audience could teach ya a thing or two.”
As he drawls casual insults at her, he reaches down. In front of her eyes, he starts to lightly stroke his cock while he mashes her face against his cunt until she feels like she must be smeared with his juices up to her forehead.
His breathing is starting to get deeper when she carefully tongues his hole again.
“Fuck,” he grunts, head falling back. The cigar is on a tray next to him, a little trail of smoke curling up into the air as he jerks his cock with one hand and keeps her suffocated in his cunt with the other.
He sinks a bit deeper still in her armchair, and forces her face farther down.
“Lick my asshole, princess,” he rasps from above, voice deep and syrupy. Even if she wanted to protest, there was nowhere for her to go. He had her in a tight, inescapable grip, and her lungs were starting to protest against the lack of oxygen.
So she closes her eyes and presses her face between his hairy cheeks. There’s a sob stuck in her throat somewhere as she gets her tongue out and touches it to his furry asshole like one would touch something creepy with the tip of their finger.
She’s spared to make a deeper acquaintance with it by McCree’s rough hand suddenly pulling her back up again.
She’s disoriented and confused, gasping for breath, face brick red as she peers up at him one second, then has to close her eyes as something wet hits her cheek the next.
McCree is grunting above her. It sounds like two mountains rubbing against each other as he comes and squirts on her face; holding her nice and still so she can’t turn away from getting soaked.
“Good little piggy,” he grunts halfway through; it sounds like it is a huge effort for him to find enough brain cells to form the words. “Take your reward. Fuck…”
Later on, while slowly getting dressed, Jesse’ll still berate her in a lazy drawl.
“You’re pretty bad at this stuff. But I can teach ya. If ya bring me some good booze as payment.”
