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You should be over it by now, or at least it shouldn't affect you as much as it does – even four years later, the memory of all that death– that tragedy– the things you saw in Raccoon city all those years ago– it sticks to your mind like a leech, plaguing your thoughts, your dreams– you don't have the nightmares about it as much as you used to, but they're still there , faces– sounds– fuck, even the streets still look the same in your mind, fires burning– smoke clouding your vision– the smell of death filling your nostrils–

. . .

You wake up startled, heart hammering inside of your chest– you could've sworn you got bit, torn to pieces– but you tiredly raised your hands to stare at them– and you're perfectly fine, fingers still moving as they should--palms slightly scarred as you turn them towards you, but still intact– you move to check your arms– looking down at your chest and your stomach– trying to find reassurance that you're still at home , and you're fine . You're sweating, your body aching with fear– now that you're completely sure you're okay, your hands are even shaking– but. . . the sound of a hum resounds next to you, and you turn your head to see Ada still awake beside you, she's sitting up against the headboard of your shared bed- and she has her reading glasses low on the bridge of her nose, she's stayed up later than usual reading that book again– one of the boring ones you couldn't get into, but the bedside lamp is on– She's usually asleep by this time of night– But you're so, so glad she's awake– and nervously, you reach for her free hand resting on her tummy, and the book she's been reading loses her attention, moved to sit face-down on the nightstand.

. . .

“Bad dreams again?”

She asks softly, her eyes, soft and exhausted crinkling with a little bit of what seems like. . . concern–? pity–? you don't care to analyze her expression any longer, as much as you love staring at her features--because her hand moves to clasp yours, an attempt to calm your trembling.

You hum in affirmation, not feeling like speaking right now- not trusting your voice to even come out if you tried. Ada's not one to be overly affectionate with you, but she cares - and when you shift on the bed- sloppily moving to crawl into her lap– she allows you to, welcomes you as she moves her arms to wrap around you. She's trying to help you feel safe, give you all her warmth– make you feel protected while you're all wrapped up in her embrace. She kisses the top of your head, making quiet shushing noises.

. . .

“Same scary place as last time?”  

She gently asks– she doesn't want to prod you too hard and make you remember all about the dream you're currently trying to forget and bury in the back of your mind already, but she has a creeping suspicion that you just had a nightmare about that city again. She doesn't blame you, she would've been terrified too– but she's hardened herself over the years, seen things just as equally tragic as what you both experienced. Ada doesn't expect you to not cry about it– not feel a certain kind of way about the things you saw. Hell, she found you half-dead hiding in the RCPD lobby, you just wanted to be safe, and she felt bad for you– looked at how much you were sobbing and just planned to take you further away from the chaos, but she couldn't just let you go- no, she grew rather fond of the way you clung to her, the way you'd grab onto her arm, her dress– practically glued to her side– whenever she'd lead you through dark corridors- grew fond of the way you'd look at her too, tender stares full of admiration– god , she couldn't imagine letting you go, anything could happen to a sweet girl like you, and whenever you had questions- Ada would answer, whenever you had fears, Ada had reassurance– whenever you had mistakes waiting to bite you in the ass, Ada was always there to clean up your mess– and now. . . all these years later- whenever you have nightmares, Ada is there to give you kisses and soft words meant for your ears only.

. . .

“I wish I didn't–. . . dream about it all the time.”

. . .

“You've been through alot, sweetheart. It's normal, and you're safe now- aren't you?”

. . .

You nod your head, pressing your head against her chest– you just want to hear her heartbeat, know that she's right here beside you, hear how much she cares , the soft thumping noise is calming– and you can feel her hand caressing the back of your head, fingers brushing through your hair, nails gently scratching at your scalp.

. . .

“That's right, baby. Safe with me, all those scary things aren't here to hurt you now, mm?”

. . .

You look up at her, eyes fluttering– her words always made you feel so tired– you think it's because they just make you feel so loved . She's here, and you're in her arms, and that's all you need. You sit up, eyes now level with hers- and she brings a hand up to your face, fingers tracing your cheek, trailing down to your jaw– moving to your chin, before her fingers move to slide against your lips.

. . .

“I love you.”

It slips out mindlessly, and Ada's expression looks pleased - she pushes her fingers forward, letting her digits press inside your mouth– you allow it, you'd let her do anything because you trust her that much, you'd let her bite your tongue, let her tear a chunk of your flesh off– god , if Ada was the zombie always terrorizing you in your nightmares, you wouldn't be even a quarter as fearful as you are now whenever you startle awake.

. . .

“Good girl, Mommy loves you so much, you know that?”

. . .

You let out a stifled whine against her fingers– and you let your tongue slide around the digits– licking at them, letting your lips close around them to suck at them– She was always so good at distracting you, and your dream isn't even at the forefront of your mind any longer, all you can think about is licking your mommy's fingers– sucking on them– soothing yourself, and Ada coos at you, lips curled up into a slight smile– she pushes her fingers deeper, eyes narrowing when her nails press against the back of your tongue, and you gag – causing her to drag her digits out of your mouth, let out a mocking little gasp at the saliva that drips down to her knuckles. Ada leans forward– other hand moving to hold the back of your head. Lips flush against the lobe of your ear, pressing a kiss to it– before she speaks.

. . .

. . .

“I think. . . my sweet baby needs me to help her fall asleep, doesn't she?” 

. . .

She already has her answer when she feels you squirming on her lap- and she doesn't mind giving you what you need . She wants to take care of you, make all those bad thoughts and dreams disappear from your mind from the night. And she'll fuck you on her tongue, make you gag on her fingers, and kiss you until you pass out. You've always been so easy for her, and right now- she just needs you to listen, to be a good girl– and listen to everything your mommy tells you.

. . .

. . .

“Yes. . . please–.” You whisper out pathetically, it's more of a whine than a whisper like you intended– like you're begging, heeling and playing dead for a treat like a dog. “Please. . . Please– I need mommy to help me fall asleep.” You beg, hoping she'll indulge, she always takes her time after making you all needy like this– says it's to build patience, make you more obedient for her– and you never defy her, no matter how much you beg and whine– you listen , and you do it well. Ada's lips curve into a smirk against the shell of your ear, warm breaths fanning over sensitive skin as she chuckles lowly at your pathetic , whiny plea. She loves when you beg like this, so desperate and needy for her touch, her attention. It makes her feel more than wanted , it makes her feel needed , like her sweet baby is going to die without her, and she relishes in that feeling.

"There's my good girl," 

She coos, nipping at your earlobe before soothing the sting with her tongue. 

"Mommy knows just what you need to forget all those scary thoughts."

Her hands slide down your sides, fingertips digging into the soft flesh of your hips as she grips you firmly. She rocks you against her, letting you feel the heat of her body, the firmness of her thighs beneath you.

"Mommy's going to make you feel so good, baby. I’m going to make all those bad dreams disappear."

She punctuates her words with a roll of her hips, grinding against you through her own loose sweatpants and the thin fabric of the shorts you wore to bed. One hand slides up your body, sliding under your flimsy shirt, hand trailing up your stomach- tracing along your ribs-- before a palm moves to cup one of your tits, fingers squeezing and fondling- fingers getting daring -- she gives it a rough squeeze. Her thumb finds your nipple, rubbing tight circles around the hardening bud until it pebbles beneath her touch. She coos when she feels your body reacting, when she hears your soft little noises-- you sound happy, distracted , and you sound like you need more of her love .

"There's my good baby, so eager for mommy's attention. Don't worry, mommy's going to take such good care of you tonight. We'll make all those scary thoughts go away, won't we?"

She purrs out, free hand moving to grasp your other tit under your shirt, she's glad you're always so. . . accessible in the things you wear to bed, and she rolls one nipple between two of her fingers--, wide smile plastered on her face when she sees the way your jaw hangs open, eyes trained on the way her hands move under your top.

"My perfect little girl. Mommy's going to make you feel so loved, and safe-- just like I always do, right?"

Ada's hands continue their ministrations, kneading and caressing your breasts through the thin fabric of your shirt. She can feel your nipples hardening beneath her touch, poking through the material as they stiffen under her fingers. Ada's lips move from your ear, trailing down the side of your neck with open-mouthed kisses and kitten licks. She nips and sucks at the sensitive skin, sure to leave her mark - a reminder of who you belong to, who takes care of you and keeps you safe .

"Mommy's perfect little girl,"  

She purrs against your throat, voice low and husky - she sounds so tired , and you hate yourself for the way it makes your skin tingle just from the noise alone. 

"So good for me, always. Mommy loves you so much, baby. Loves taking care of you."

Her hands leave your breasts, sliding down your sides to grip the hem of your shirt. In a single motion, she pulls it up and off of your form, tossing it carelessly to the floor. Her eyes rake over your exposed upper body, drinking in the sight of your soft curves, the way your chest rises and falls with each shaky breath.

"Beautiful," she breathes, fingers ghosting over your stomach, tracing the slight pudge there before moving lower, fingers grazing along your body all the way to the waistband of your shorts. 

"Mommy's going to make you feel so good, going to fuck your sweet, sloppy little pussy until you forget your own name.”

. . . And you whine, desperately-- it feels like it's all you can manage to even do right now. You're completely surrounded by her, her arms caging you against her– legs on either side of you, and though her attention on your chest is no longer there, turning your mind to mush-- your cunt is throbbing, dripping-- you're sure Ada can feel it. You feel her tugging your shorts down, fingers making sure to take your panties along with the fabric-- and you lift your hips to help her, to satisfy her with how eager you are to make her proud, make her proud with how you allow her to do as she pleases with you -- let her love you wherever she wants on your body.

. . .

"Mmgh. . . please, can you touch me? I really wanna' feel it--." You beg, eyes half lidded-- breaths coming out shallow and quick, you're excited-- Ada can tell. but she hums, pondering over something in her mind, and. . .

. . .

"Hm, I don't know. It is pretty late, baby." 

She softly whispers, tone mocking- she wants you to beg for it, of course she does- you should know by now to not expect to get anything easily from her-- but fuck , she's mean as hell. She has you naked, shorts and panties tossed somewhere off the bed to lay stagnant on the floor, you're vulnerable-- completely at her mercy, but god , you love it-- you love being controlled by her like this-- being doted on by Ada, she's your girlfriend, yeah-- but she's also your mommy -- and you love when your mommy is mean to you.

. . .

"Please, pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease-- Ada, mommy -- I want you to touch my pussy please-- it doesn't feel as good when I do it --." You beg, and if this doesn't work on her, you swear you'll cry -- you need her so badly right now, you need to fall asleep in her arms- with her fingers stuffed deep in your pussy so you can have better dreams, and you need it to happen sooner rather than later. Ada's lips curve into a wicked smirk at your desperate, pathetic pleas. She loves seeing you like this - needy, wanton, begging so sweetly for her touch. It's a heady feeling, knowing she has such power over you, that she can reduce you to a whimpering mess with just a few teasing caresses- a hand on your cunt, tongue down your throat- you’re so easy , and she loves that about you, loves that she doesn’t have to try to get your pussy drooling and aching for her.

"Aww, is my baby girl all lonely down there?" 

she coos, fingers dancing along the inside of your thigh, so close to where you need her most but not quite touching. She wants you to really need it, cry for it, she needs you to be desperate for her– ready to hump against whatever she'll give you, she almost wants to give you a pillow and tell you to make do with it until she decides you've had enough, but she's not going to be cruel – her sweet little thing had a bad dream, and she's going to make you feel better- even if she teases you for it.

"Poor baby, all wet and puffy , just begging for Mommy's fingers."

Ada laughs in your ear when she feels you squirm in her arms because of her words , the sound low and throaty, she's amused, entertained by the way your hips slowly buck--just so desperate for her to touch you between your thighs. She can see the glint of moisture between your folds, the slick evidence of how much you want her touch. She leans in, her lips brushing against your ear, her breath hot against your skin as she whispers.

"Oh, why do you have to be so desperate, so needy tonight? Hm? Why are you so eager for mommy's touch?"  

She teases, her fingers brushing over your clit, just barely , feather-light, enough to make you jerk and whine in frustration. 

"Such a bad girl, getting all wet and needy for Mommy's fingers. But I think maybe, just maybe, Mommy can forgive you this time."

She strokes your clit again, this time lingering for a second before she pulls her hand away, just to watch you squirm and hump against her lap. Her free hand moves to cup your breast once more, squeezing and kneading it, all while she teases your clit with the tips of her fingers just softly– gently making little circles against it, and you want to sob– it’s torture, she’s not giving you enough friction, and that’s enough to warrant some tears for you..

"Mommy's going to make sure you fall asleep with a happy little pussy, and I bet you'll wake up tomorrow all refreshed and ready to be my good girl again, won't you?"

Ada's hand finally, finally makes contact with your needy cunt, fingers gliding through the slickness gathered there. She lets out a low, appreciative hum at how wet you already are.

"Fuck, baby, Such a needy little thing, aren't you? Mommy's going to take care of you, don't you worry. Gonna make this little pussy all happy so we can go to bed."

Her fingers dip a little lower, her thumb moving to rub tight, small circles on your clit with the pad of it–, applying just the barest hint of pressure. Her fingers just barely press into your cunt, teasing at your entrance before slowly, torturously pushing inside. One finger at first, curling and fucking deep into you, it’s just a single finger, it should barely feel like anything– but here you are, bucking your hips– trying to get her digit deeper in your pussy, feel her stretching you open. Then another pushes into your cunt, and another , until you're stuffed full of three of her thin, dainty fingers.

"Good girl, baby, how does it feel?"

Ada praises, pumping her fingers in and out of your dripping cunt- her pace is slow, and you’re laying slack against her- your head pressed against her chest, listening to the soft thumping of her heart- the obscene squelching resounding from your drooling pussy, her fingers invade you again and again, and you don’t want to even move. You just want Ada to do all the work and work your pussy until you lose all the energy you have to even sit up against her. “Mmh– good, it feels really good.” You gasp out– you vision can’t focus on anything, and all you can feel is Ada, all you can smell is Ada, and all you can hear is Ada fucking you like she’s trying to get you pregnant with her fingers.

"Taking Mommy's fingers so well. Such a perfect little pussy, squeezing me so tight. You love this, don't you baby? Love when Mommy fucks this needy pussy?"

Her thumb rubbing firm circles over your clit slows, her movements turning lazy as she bumps the pad of her thumb against your puffy clit, she continues to finger-fuck you– slowing it down so she can really indulge herself with the obscene sounds of your arousal filling the room. Ada's other hand comes up to wrap around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make your pulse jump, to make your breaths come shorter and sharper. Her fingers pumping sloppily inside you grant you no mercy– and she presses her digits tighter against the sides of your throat, mouth right against your ear– her heavy breaths sending shivers down your spine, you want her to go deeper, fuck you harder– make your voice go raw from all the noises you let spill out for her, spur her on to ruin your cunt- stretch it wide, maybe if you complain enough she’ll even think her fingers aren’t enough to fill you- get her big cock out from the closet, fuck you with it strapped to her so she can really plow your cunt the way you need .

"Don't you dare cum until I say you can," she commands, voice brooking no argument. "Mommy's going to fuck this pussy until you cry, and until I hear you fucking babbling for me– you’re not cumming.”

You can only whimper in response, too lost in the sensation of her fingers speeding up their pace, pounding into you with meaning, the slight pressure on your throat, the filthy words falling from her lips. Ada’s breath are getting heavier, she’s getting worked up, knowing she has you right where she wants you - desperate , needy , utterly at her mercy. Ada's fingers move faster, the rhythm of her thrusts picking up, her thumb working your clit with a relentless, maddening pace. She can feel the walls of your cunt clenching around her fingers, the wet, sloppy sounds of her invasion filling the room. Her grip on your throat tightens, just enough to make you gasp and moan, her fingers twitching against your throat with each of your reactions.

"Fuck, you're such a dirty little slut,"

She rasps out, the words a compliment, she’s not trying to degrade you– she’s promising you , promising you the pleasure she's going to give you as a reward for making her proud, making her happy .

"Taking Mommy's fingers so good, so tight, so perfect. Mommy's going to show you what it means to be a good fucking girl, You'll be a good girl, won't you?"

Ada can feel your body trembling beneath her, the way your breaths come in short, ragged gasps. She watches you, enjoying the sight of your need, the way your eyes roll back in your head, the way your body arches and writhes against her, hips moving and rolling to rub your cunt against her hand– to try and find release.

"No cumming," she repeats, her voice firm, it’s a command- a reminder that your body doesn’t belong to yourself right now, your pleasure doesn’t belong to you right now. It’s all for Ada , everything she’s giving you, and everything you give her. It’s a command that leaves no room for argument, but she doesn’t think you would even want to argue against what she’d told you. You love it when she’s mean to you, love it when she doesn’t give you what you want- because that just gives you more time to play, more time to writhe on her lap and have her make your pussy feel good.

"Mommy's going to make you beg for it, make you scream for it. You want to cum, don't you, baby? You want me to let you cum?"

Ada's thumb brushes over your clit, a cruel, teasing motion that has you writhing and whimpering beneath her. The pressure on your throat increases, just enough to make your brain feel lightheaded, to make your thoughts start to blur and fade into the haze of lust and need. She’s not trying to make you pass out– but you can feel it coming, feel yourself almost losing consciousness, completely overwhelmed by the pleasure flooding between your legs– you wouldn’t mind if she made you pass the fuck out right now, wouldn’t mind if she squeezed your throat a little bit tighter, strangled you while your pussy clenches down on her fingers.

"Be a good girl," she coos, her voice soft, her tone loving, as she continues to ravage your soaking pussy. "Tell Mommy you want to cum. Use your words, tell me you need to cum. Tell me, baby."

She watches you with a piercing gaze, it feels like you’re being fucking stabbed with how hard you’re trying to hold it in, not let your drooling pussy make a mess all over her lap just yet– she hasn’t given you permission, and with how she’s licking at your neck– your shoulder, you know she’s eager to see you squirm and strain, to hear you beg for her permission. She knows she's close to breaking you - to making you lose all sense, to making you forget everything but the need to cum. Ada can feel your body trembling, your arousal coating her fingers, and she knows she's close to making you completely hers for the night.

"Please, Mommy, I need to cum. I need you to let me cum," you whine, voice thick with need, begging for the release that she's so cruelly withholding.

"Oh, do you now?"

Ada purrs, her thumb and fingers working you mercilessly. She’s being mean, plunging her fingers into you hard and quick, a breathless laugh spilling out of her when your eyes start watering, when you continue to try and beg, whine like a dog for the release you need so badly-- you watch as Ada shifts on the bed, sitting up a little better-- before she removes her hand from your throat, tugging on her own shirt, pulling out a tit-- your eyes struggling to focus on her movements, but Ada doesn't need you to watch her- no. She needs you to shut the fuck up and take what she's giving you, she keeps telling you to beg, yes,-- but she needs you to shut your fucking mouth and let her finger your sloppy cunt until you can't take it anymore. You have no complaints when she shoves her free tit into your mouth, humming as her fingers continue to ram into your messy pussy over, and over, and over again-- eyes narrowing as she watches you greedily lick and suck at her tit-- you just want to be a good girl, and if Ada needs you to suck-- you'll suck.

Ada coos, her lips turned into a smile as she feels your mouth latch onto her tit, your tongue swirling around the hardened nipple. She loves the way you obey her without question, the way you'll happily suck and lick at her flesh just because she told you to. It makes her feel like she’s everything you’ll ever need, like you’d be satisfied for the rest of your life if Ada is there beside you, guiding you– loving you, god– she wants to be the only thing inside your brain, the only thing that motivates you– calms you– comforts you, she loves when you depend on her.

"That's it, baby, be a good girl for Mommy,"

She purrs, her fingers never ceasing their relentless assault on your pussy. They pump in and out, like a machine– curling and scissoring, hitting all those sensitive spots that make your body jolt and your moans vibrate against her tit. Ada's other hand comes up to tangle in your hair, holding your head in place as you suckle at her breast. She can feel your tongue flicking over the hardened bud, your teeth softly tugging and pulling, and it sends a rush of heat straight to her own neglected cunt.

"Fuck, your mouth feels so good,"

She groans, hips rocking up to grind against you the best she can, The combination of your oral worship and the slick, obscene sounds of your pussy being finger-fucked is almost too much to bear.-- she doesn’t know if she’ll be able to hold onto her own sanity for much longer, and her hand leaves the back of your head– squeezing between the two of you to dip under her sweatpants, bypassing her underwear– rubbing her own cunt in time with her fingers still abusing your pussy.

She can feel you getting closer, your body tensing, your moans growing higher and more desperate. Ada knows you're teetering on the edge, just waiting for her permission to tumble over into bliss. She's not ready for this to end just yet, though. She wants to draw it out, fuck– she wants you to go on until you can’t hold it any longer, until you explode all fucking over her– she’d love to feel it.

"Don't you dare cum yet," she warns, her voice low, almost threatening. She slows her fingers, letting you feel the loss of friction, the aching emptiness. "Mommy didn't say you could cum, did she? No, you're going to hold it in.”

She punctuates her words with a particularly brutal thrust, her fingers curling to hit that spot inside you that makes your eyes roll back and your tongue still against her breast. Her thumb grinds down on your clit, the pressure just on the right side of painful, making you whine and squirm in her lap. You can barely keep sucking, you want to cum so fucking bad it hurts– it hurts so much, but you’ll hold it– even as your dripping cunt leaks and squeezes Ada’s fingers so tight she can barely move them inside you. “Please– I can’t–” You beg, words muffled by her breast occupying your mouth– but. . .

"Keep sucking, baby,"

Ada commands, her own hand speeding up on her cunt as best she can move them– she’s letting out gasps and whines into your ear, She’s just as close as you– maybe even closer, she’s biting her lip, sinking her teeth so deep into the flesh you swear she’ll make herself bleed. "Show Mommy how much you love her tits. Make me feel good with that pretty little mouth of yours."

She starts to move her hips in earnest now, grinding her clit against the palm of her hand between the two of you as your mouth works over her tit. The dual sensations of your oral worship and the slick, filthy sounds of your pussy being abused by her digits are driving her wild, pushing her closer and closer to the edge of her own release.

"Fuck, just like that," she whines, her head falling back against the headboard. "Don't stop, baby, don't you dare fucking stop. Mommy's so close, so close. Make me cum with that tongue, make me fucking cum."

Her fingers move faster, harder, pounding into your sopping cunt with a ferocity that borders on brutal. She can feel your body tensing, your thighs trembling, your moans growing higher and more desperate with each passing second. She knows you're right there with her, teetering on the brink of release.

"Cum.”

And with that single word, that single command, your world shatters. Your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, your body convulsing in her lap, your pussy clamping down around Ada's fingers. You cry out against her breast, teeth slightly sinking into the flesh, the sound muffled but no less intense, Ada lets out a pained, but satisfied hiss when you bite her, watching with rapt attention as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you, eyes glued to the way your body is reacting– moving– the way you squirm and squeeze your thighs around her hand, trying to get away from the overwhelming pleasure that’s making your frontal lobe go numb.

Ada follows you over the edge, her own climax hitting her like a freight train. She grinds her clit down hard, her fingers pumping furiously into your spasming cunt as she rides out the intense waves of her orgasm. She jolts back after a few seconds– pulling her tit from your mouth, her eyes fluttering– body buzzing from the aftershocks of her own orgasm, hand covered in her cum moving to push your head backwards– tongue licking at your mouth, in your mouth– tasting you. For a long moment, the only sound in the room is your shared panting, the obscene wet noises of Ada's fingers still buried deep in your twitching pussy. Slowly, gradually, the world comes back into focus, the haze of lust and pleasure fading away to reveal the slick, sticky mess of your combined releases.

"Good girl," Ada praises, her voice hoarse and satisfied. " Such a good girl for Mommy, cumming so hard on my fingers. You did so well, baby, held it in just like I told you to. Mommy's so proud of you."

She pulls her fingers out of your pussy with a soft, wet sound, bringing them up to her mouth. Her tongue darts out, swirling and licking at your essence from her digits with a low, appreciative hum. "You’re so delicious, you know that?," she purrs, her eyes locked on yours. "Mommy could eat that sweet pussy all day. Maybe next time I'll use my tongue instead of my fingers, hmm? Would you like that, baby? Want Mommy to eat this cunt until you're screaming?"

She chuckles at your dazed, blissed-out expression, tucking her tit back into her shirt. Her fingers trail down your body, lightly tracing the curve of your hip, the dip of your waist, before coming to rest over your sensitive, still-twitching clit. You let out a whine, your throat feeling scratchy- mind foggy, you can’t even find the want to think right now. You just want Ada to keep touching you over and over again until part of your brain goes and fucking dies off. You want her to give you kisses goodnight, on your forehead, your lips-- your twitching cunt, you want to be drowned in her-- and you're shy , as you pull yourself from her lap-- turning so your fronts are facing, your fingers grab at the waistband of her sweatpants, feeling for her underwear on your fingers too- hooking your digits on the fabric as you tug and pull, Ada's not going to deny you either, she lifts her hips-- watching the delight that fills your eyes-- the shaky breaths you take as you peel her clothes down her legs, and she's fucking slimy -- her cunt drenched. Ada always gets so worked up and never says a goddamn thing to you, but that's fine -- you're here to take care of her pretty pussy, and you can see it drooling for you, wetness dripping down onto the bed below her- she's been just as turned on as you, and right now-- all you can think about is grinding your cunt against hers, feeling her pussy all over yours, you want it-- you want to feel her, fuck her-- god , you wish you could cum inside of her-- breed her hard and deep until you touch her womb, make her a real mommy if you could ever find a way to stuff her full of your kids, and you swear your pussy pulses at the thought of it, you'll need to ask Ada if you can use her strap-on later; but for now. . .

. . .

You can't even control yourself as you crawl into a better position over her, Ada's hands find your hips-- squeezing, scratching-- she knows what you want, and she fits one of her legs over yours, letting you push your thigh over her other leg until the two of you are slotted together, and she takes the initiative-- moving forward on the bed until your cunts squish together-- and you swear you're gonna fucking explode from the feeling.

"Ada-- fu-huck-- I love you." You whine out, and Ada's already rocking her hips-- rutting against your cunt, you've given her an opportunity to please herself using you, and she's going to take advantage of this until both of you pass the fuck out. You try to reciprocate her movements, your eyes watering-- it's too much , you just came-- but you grit your teeth because you'd rather die than give up on making Ada cum again and again, your fingers move to her legs-- nails scratching into flesh, Ada hisses at the feeling, eyes fluttering-- she looks so focused, she isn't even trying to tease you right now anymore-- she just wants to fuck you, and rub her cunt on you until your vision blacks out.

"Pleasepleaseplease--- please-- I love you so fucking much." You gasp out, your thighs already tensing-- you don't want to cum, not before she does-- but she looks so fucking good right now, so pretty-- she's biting her lip-- her hair all messy and tousled, she's sweating so badly -- and when she catches your eyes focused on her, her entire expression changes-- and soon enough, you're on your back with Ada on top of you-- grinding your clits together while she pants into your ear, whines and moans-- she knows you love to hear it. Her hands are groping all over you as she humps you, and you're weakly trying to buck your hips upwards for more friction-- but you're losing your mind , and you know you're not going to be able to hold out longer than she can-- but you bite your tongue, trying to quiet all the helpless gasps and whines you let out for her- and Ada just grinds down harder, and you hope she'll atleast let you clean her after all of this is done-- lick her pretty pussy until you've taken everything she can give you.

 Ada is laughing breathlessly, darkly– her eyes never leaving your face, she’s taking in every single expression, every single part of you that twitches– listening to your whines, she watches you squirm beneath her, your hips bucking up desperately against her, trying to pull her even closer than she already is, your arms tiredly wrapped around her– loose in their hold. She loves seeing you like this - needy, wanton, completely at her mercy. It's an addictive feeling, knowing she has such power over you, that she can reduce you to a whimpering, writhing mess with just a grind of her hips.

"That's right, baby, take what Mommy gives you," she grunts out, her voice low and rough– she’s enjoying this, more than she’ll let you know. "Let Mommy use this sweet little cunt to get off. You want that, don't you? Want Mommy to cum all over this pretty pussy?"

She punctuates her words as she grinds down against you, her movements hard – rough , she doesn’t want to give you a chance, a single moment to even catch your breath; her clit pressing down against your puffy, abused one– and the movement turns you near shameless, your body spasming under her– hips stuttering, you want to give her a taste of her own medicine, yet you just lay there taking it– tears rolling down your cheeks from how much you love the feeling of her using you like this. Her hands roam over your body, groping and squeezing, nails leaving red marks in their wake. She reaches up– pinches your nipples, twisting them just to the point of pain, and revels in the way your breath hitches, the way your thighs try to squeeze and close around her as your pussy clenches around nothing.

"Fuck, you feel so good," she whimpers , her hips moving faster, harder, the wet sounds of your arousal filling the room. "So fucking hot and wet, like you were made just for me. I could grind on this cunt all day, make you cum over and over again until you're nothing but a puddle."

Ada's fingers dip down between your bodies, digits moving to press between your clit and hers– rubbing mindlessly in tight, fast circles. She can feel you getting closer, your body tensing, your moans growing higher and more desperate with each passing second. She wants to push you over the edge, to make you cum on her fingers while she rides out her own orgasm.

"Cum for me, baby," she whispers out, her eyes pleading you– she wants to feel you on her, and her voice is low and authoritative as she moves to grunt right in your ear. "Cum on Mommy's fingers like a good girl. I wanna feel you break for me." she grinds down harder, her brows furrowing as she starts humping you a bit more roughly, she’s chasing her own release- eyes nearly squeezing shut, she can feel it bubbling in her stomach– and she’s lost in the feeling of you, fingers still rubbing between your cunts–  she can feel you teetering on the brink, your body shaking, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She knows you're just a touch away from tumbling over into ecstasy, and she's determined to be the one to send you flying. It only takes a few more seconds– both of you had already been barely holding on– and you’re the first to crack, your own orgasm crashing over you, you swear you lose consciousness for a few seconds- your body convulsing, your pussy clamping down around nothing . You let a pathetic sob out, your voice hoarse and broken, you can feel it hitting you in waves, and Ada removes her fingers from between the two of you– rutting her cunt against you harder, harder – until she collapses ontop of you, following you over that edge you were both craving so badly– Her hips jerking and twitching as she rides out the intense waves of her orgasm ontop of you.

For a long moment, the only sound in the room is your shared panting, the obscene wet noises– Slowly, gradually, the world comes back into focus, the haze of lust and pleasure fading away to reveal the slick, sticky mess of your combined releases covering your thighs–, sweat covering your entire form in a sheen.

Ada is panting, trying to catch her own breath– she’s laying boneless ontop of you now, her eyes half-lidded– chest rising and falling against yours, part of her feels gross with just how much you covered her in– she knows she should get up and take a shower, but she can barely move right now– her body numb, but another part loves it, knowing she made you explode like that. She leans slightly upwards, capturing your lips with her– she licks into your mouth affectionately, she doesn’t even have to take control of the kiss either, you just whimper and whine into her mouth– and she swallows all your noises greedily. She’s tired, exhausted– but she’s energetic enough to kiss you again and again, silent praise– something that lets you know she’s very pleased with how you behaved. When she finally pulls away, your lips are swollen and your breaths are coming in short, sharp pants.

“Thank you.” You exhale, hearing her hum in acknowledgement.

"Now sleep, no more bad dreams, I have work in the morning.” Ada murmurs-- a soft sigh escaping her, moving her body just slightly, enough so she’s able to cuddle into you, her hand coming up to stroke your hair. She places a kiss against your forehead, eyes closing– “Only good dreams for the rest of tonight, baby.”