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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Riverdale_(TV_2017)
  Relationship:
      Betty_Cooper/FP_Jones_II, Betts/FP, Betty_Copper/Forsyth_Pendleton_Jones
      II
  Character:
      Betty_Cooper, FP_Jones_II, Forsyth_Pendeleton_Jones_II
  Additional Tags:
      Underage_Sex, Pretty_Much_Plot_Just_to_Let_Me_Work_Out_Some_Kinkiness,
      Kink, AU_after_S2Ep5, Dark_Betty, Everything_is_consensual
  Series:
      Part 2 of Twinkle_Toes_and_Whiskey_Glows
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-01-06 Updated: 2018-01-29 Chapters: 2/? Words: 5297
****** Betts & FP ******
by AnAmberedBee_011
Summary
     Some filthy ficlets my mind has been creating for Miss Betty Cooper
     and Mr. FP Jones II.
     Smutty Smut Smut. Smut with kink, and consensual underage sex.
     Sometimes Plot.
     This is not a continuation of "That Damn Ringing" but is in the
     Twinkle Toes and Whiskey Glows collection because if you enjoy one, I
     think you'd enjoy the other. It's Thematic you could say.
Notes
     I don't own any of the characters mentioned herein. I just like to
     imagine shit and write it up.
     Please enjoy, and be gentle when judging. I have no editor and
     really; fuck off if that's your concern. This is smut / smut fodder.
     DO mention if I forget to flag or mention a trigger however.
     Everything I write for this will be written as consensual sexual and
     faux-sexual activities. I will potentially be mentioning/describing
     self-harm, underage binge drinking, minors involved in sex acts with
     adults, power-play, bdsm kinks, blood play, air manipulation,
     unhealthy coping mechanisms, and role playing.
     There'll also be some chapters where they're just living their lives,
     quick snapshots of fluff.
***** Round One *****
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                            Chapter 1 : Round One






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Moaning as her back hits the wall, Betty shifts her hips up again to grind
against him.  Hearing...feeling..his growl reverberate through her unfurls a
new wave of heat deep inside her.  

She can’t get enough of him.  Of his roughness.  Of the calluses on his hands
running themselves over her arms in frantic passion.

The way he tries to push her through the wall with every grind of his hips.
They way he reaches up to fist his hand into the hair at the back of her head,
manipulating her neck around so he can access its entirety.  As he licks, bites
and sucks on her pulse point, she mewls for him even louder.  Dragging her
nails down the exposed skin of his back.  

His shirt is ripped and half-off from a fight earlier.  He won’t tell her much
about it, just giving her that primal, lust filled look, when she asks if he
won.  

She leans down and tongues the scrape on his chest for her own response.
Tasting the coppery roughness of his chest. At that he grabs her face in both
hands, forcing her to unwrap her legs from his waist where he was holding her.
 Still trapped between him and the wall she barely has room to run her hands
over him as he slips his tongue into her mouth.  Stroking hers, exploring the
dark warmth, he lets her moans fill the air around them.  

Tasting the cigarette taste of his mouth, her mind slowly disconnects.  The
faint taste of bourbon slips over her head as she drowns in his mouth.  He’s
intoxicating, and she’s never sure if she could give this taste up. Biting her
bottom lip sharply, intensely, his eyes dilate those last few millimeters.
 Pure black, blown open they capture hers. Theyown hers.

Captivated once more, she barely registers him unhooking her belt buckle.  As
he reaches down and roughly uses her belt loops to pull her further against
him, he leans over and sucks on the mark he’s left under her left ear. Feeling
that blue-edged pain/pleasure course through her again she knocks his hands
away and shoves her jeans down her legs.  Pushing him away, one hand shoving
his chest she eyes the bulge barely restrained behind his own denim.  Licking
her lips, she glances back up to see him struggling to breathe; hands fisting
at his sides and chest heaving as she visually fucks him.  She doesn't realize
her own eyes look less like prey than a wolve’s.

“Take them off For.” She commands as she turns around, arms pulling her tank
top up and off.  Leaving the white lace bralette on she turns back around to
see he hasn’t complied.  

“Not yet Betts.” FP grinds out.  She knows this game.  He always tries so hard
to be in control, and she fights him every step of the way. The battle of
wills, the back and forth, is always so delicious.  

She knew she was addicted the first time she heard her voice float into the air
when she was under him.  Begging him to bite her harder, to please make her
bleed, to be his fuck-toy.  She shivered as she remembered the occasion.  She
can’t control herself around him.  She doesn’t want to. He fulfills her needs
before she can even anticipate them. Taking her to edges she didn’t know she
had.  She's beyond Dark Betty territory here.  He gave her a glimpse of just
how much was there just waiting to be taken.

“For-” she starts until he’s grabbing her, pressing his lips to hers to silence
her.  Against them he whispers, “Turn around and touch yourself.  I want to
feel your fingers in your pussy as I mark you from neck to ass.”  

Shivering again, she does as he tells her.  Pressing herself to the cold paint
of the wall, feeling her nipples grinds even harder against the lace and the
wall she feel herself growing wetter.  She knows full well by the time she
touches herself her juices will be dripping down her leg.  Knows that’s what he
loves.  

Groaning softly she runs her fingers down her belly until she’s right outside
her clit, ready to run them over her lips and tease herself for him. She
already can’t wait for him to be between her legs, licking every escaped bit of
honey from her pussy.  Feeling the lace starting to gather moisture, she gently
strokes across that bundle of nerves with her fingertips.  Teasing herself,
over and over. Just hard enough to feel a constant strain for more.

And then there’s no more thoughts.  

Her mind shatters with light as he starts to bite the back of her neck.
 Softly, so softly at first and then harder, and harder.  Different bites
across her shoulders.  Some prefaced by a lick, sometimes he just bites into
her so sharply that she jerks against the wall.  Nipples torturously sliding
against the lace over and over as she bucks into the pleasure.  As he smooths
over a smaller bite with his tongue; pressing into it with his lips, he grabs
the back of her neck firmly.  Applying just the faintest hint of pressure he
leans into her until she’s a solid line between him and the wall.  

Trapped, yes, but somehow it’s comforting.  

He sucks and nibbles on an earlobe until she’s panting, trying to move, trying
to grind her hips the littlest bit. Moaning into its shell he instead leans
harder into her, running his rough fingers down one side as he gently forces
her neck to the other for him.  Licking down a path before blowing cold air
over it, he waits for the goosebumps to raise before he says anything.

On the third breathe he finally licks the outer shell of her ear and says, “I
don’t feel those dirty little fingers of yours in your pussy baby.”

She couldn’t answer him.  They both knew she would hold out.  Daring him to do
something.  To notice she was just tracing the outside of her lips, letting
them spread her wetness and teasing her nerve-endings.

It was part of their game.

“Are you going to be good now and fuck yourself while I finish, or do you need
to punished already?” he continues softly, lowly, in a voice so gravely she can
barely understand him. Reaching behind her to grab the back of his neck, she
feels the stubble of his jaw under her hand.  Pulling it down to her neck she
whispers “make me behave.” He immediately sucks some of her already bruised
flesh into her mouth before then grabbing her shoulders and spinning her
around. Lifting her up, she can’t help but notice the muscles bunching in his
arms.

The way his chest swells and hardens as he puts her down on the kitchen
counter.  The cords in his biceps straining towards her as her legs part for
him.  His forearms tighten as he takes off the rest of his shirt, never losing
eye contact.  Leaning over her, she takes in the planes of his stomach moving
in the soft light of the trailer.  Then he leans further in and her view slides
up to his lips.  Red and raw, one side bruised already from the fight earlier.
 She wonder how hard she’d have to bite it to make him bleed.  If he’ll let her
again.

Reaching up to smooth her hand over his stubble, she feels her nipples harder
further against the lace on her chest.  Such a sweet contrast to his rough chin
under her fingers.  She wants to feel that shadow across her breasts.  Wants to
watch him spread that beautiful redness from his lips onto her nipples as his
beard scratches against her.  Whimpering she leans into him, meeting his
momentum with fire, tongue and teeth.

“You’re not allowed to cum until you’re told.” FP tells her as he gathers her
wrists into one hand behind her back.  Forcing her to arch herself to meet his
eyes, he smirks at her.  “And I’m going to make it very, very, rough for you to
resist.” He promises her. She starts to roll her eyes a bit but then he’s
stepped in between her legs and holding her neck. Grinding against her, he
gently runs his thumb up and down her throat.  Releasing her wrists he runs the
other hand up her side, resting it against the side of her breast. Together he
increases the pressure of his hand against her throat and circles her nipple
with his fingers.  Instantly, she feels the flood of moisture between her
thighs.  She can feel herself completely soaked through the lace thong she’s
wearing.  Feeling her breasts throb under his attention, she starts making
those soft noises she just can’t help whenever he holds her throat.  

She almost comes when he starts to press down harder, while pinching her nipple
now harder.  Pulling it out towards him, he alternates between her breasts and
watches her face.  She’s finding it near impossible to keep looking at him.
 Throwing her head back with each rush of pleasure, she’s already right on the
edge from this alone.  Pussy pulsing, she reminds herself not to hold her
breathe; she can’t cum yet.

Wrapping her thighs around his hips, Betty starts to meet FP’s thrusts again,
angling herself into an upwards sliding motion she knows drives him crazy.
 Hearing him stutter a groan out, she smiles at him.  She grabs his hand from
around her throat and brings it down to where their bodies meet.  Her body is
on fire, she feels flushed everywhere, and she’s pretty sure she’s going to
explode if she doesn’t get his fingers inside her soon.  She needs him, needs
to feel him inside her.  Meeting her green gaze, noticing the way her fingers
are trembling in his, he ducks his head down and breathes out hot air across
her breasts.  

“Already love?” He murmurs before he licks her almost too sensitive nipple.
 Gently sucking on it, he releases it wet into the cold air.  Flickering his
gaze back up to hers he watches her biting her lip for control, grabbing the
counter with a white-knuckled hand for control.  “Beg me to push my fingers
into your soaking wet pussy Betts.  Beg me to fuck you slowly, in and out of
your softness as you try desperately not to cum into my hand. Beg me to touch
you where you’re sliding against my counter because your slutty little lace
panties can’t contain how wet you are for me.  Beg me, Betts.”

Screwing her face up, Betty lets out a groan of need as she tries desperately
not to cum from the phantom feeling his words are playing on her.  Reaching
back with her hands, she undoes her bralette and lets it fall away.

“Please For, I need you.” She starts, reaching out with her hands to touch his
arms, stroking in supplication as she looks up at him. “I need you hands on me,
in me. I need you to force your way into me, over and over until I make a mess
all over you.  I need-” she’s interrupted by his lips on hers, roughly
silencing her words as he pushes aside the lace at her clit.  Ringing a finger
in small insistent circles, he waits until she’s mewling once more against his
mouth, begging him for more, for harder , for now .  Mid whimper her breath is
stolen away as he surprises her, pushing into her with two fingers.  Curling
them up and back towards himself, he grinds into her with his body as he finger
fucks her.  Betty throws her head back and silently screams as he continues to
hit her in that perfect way.  Feeling her entire mind narrowing down to his
fingers inside her, she missed his hand working its way up her back, gently
stroking up and down until his curls his fingers in and adds the scrape of
nails.  

All of the sudden it’s too much.

“Please, For- I, I can’t, I need to , God, I need to-”Betty rambles as she
tries to stave off the sudden wave of pleasure she can feel swelling under her,
from within her.  Grabbing his biceps, she digs her nails in and grinds up into
him, unable to help herself.  “Please, god, For I need to cum, please please
pleasepleaseplease, Oooooh FUCK.” she feels herself squeezing his fingers in a
vise grip as she bears down into him.  

“Cum for me baby,” soothes FP as he continues to slide his fingers in and out
of her throbbing lips.  Thumb circling her wet clit, he pulls her as close her
him as he can get her, murmuring into her ear how hot she is, how wet she is,
how amazing she feels soaking his hand as she cums.  Licking the outer shell of
her ear he backs her down the edge on the other end of her orgasm.

Feeling her pussy still squeezing in rhythm to his hips, Betty turns her head
and captures FP’s lips with her own.  Running her tongue over the crease
between them, she just continues to slowly slide her lips over his languidly.
 Sighing contentedly, she nuzzles into him and asks out into the hot air
between them “My turn?”






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(Sorry if the writing's a tad stilted.  First fic in a long ass time.)
 
***** Just a Little Taste *****
Chapter Summary
     Betty arrives at FP's trailer and he's not there. Well, there's
     nothing that says she can't a little fun all by herself now is there?
Chapter Notes
     Okay everyone, chapter 2!! Once again, I own neither characters I'm
     having my fun, smutty way with in this story. Warning for underage
     (but consensual) sex, minor blood play and minor Daddy play.
     Apologies for any spelling and grammar mistakes. I'm writing down
     smut, no betas.

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                        Chapter 2 : Just a Little Taste


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Betty took her time unbuttoning her short jean jacket.  FP wasn’t home yet so
she had a few moments to reflect.  

God, last night he’d fucked her sitting on his motorcycle, overlooking the
Sweetwater River.  She brushed her fingers over her lips, feeling the scrape of
his teeth ghost over them in response to their warmth.  

Already she was getting wet, remembering.  She’d worn her cheerleader uniform
precisely to drive him crazy; but she’d been surprised by just how much he’d
liked her skirt.  He’d had her sit on top of him, reaching behind herself to
the handlebars to hold herself up.  Forcing her into such a sweet position that
he’d hit her cervix with every thrust.  The bruising, punishingpace he’d set
had her gushing over him, soaking his jeans where they’d been shoved down to
his thighs.  

The look he had given her as she’d harshly yelled her orgasm on top of him,
breasts arching up into the cold air was molten.  He’d growled against her
body, gripping her hips hard enough to leave more marks.  As he came she’d
squeezed down as hard as she could.  She’d forced him to force himself into
her, fighting inch for inch.  

Tossing her jacket onto the coffee table, Betty stroked her hand against her
breast.  She was so turned on by her little trip down memory lane, she didn’t
know if she could wait until FP came home.  They never really made plans, so it
was feasible he wouldn't even be home that night at all. Circling her index
finger around her nipple, she could feel it pebbling from the contact.
Sensitive and a little bruised from the night before.   She wasn’t worried
about him not showing up though, they tended to have a good sense for each
other.  Their energies too attuned to each other through their various fuckery
she supposed.   

There was no other way to explain the way he made her cum. 
....Energies….definitely.

Letting herself sigh into the open air, Betty rolled her neck and looked
through her phone.  A little music to set the scene, and maybe she’d have a
little fun all by herself.  After all, the scent and the feelingof FP was so
pervasive in the trailer, a little fantasy wouldn't be hard to whip
up…..surely.

Opening Spotify, she semi-ironically settled on Guys My Age by Hey Violet.
 Swaying back and forth to the beat, she brought her other hand up to join in
teasing her nipples.  Softly, slowly circling them through the soft cotton of
her shirt, their bruised states almost hurt with the blood fiercely rushing
through them.  Dipping her hand below the hem, skimming her stomach and then
making its way back up, Betty felt the warmth of her soft hands and imagined
them as the rough pads on FP’s hand.  Teasing herself, circling her hips, eyes
closed and neck swaying side to side, she brought the hand outside her shirt up
to her neck and held on.  She could almost feel the way he would stroke her
nape when he kissed her.  Firmly stroking up and down with his thumb on one
side to guide her movements.

She slid her hand up a little farther and fisted her hair, pulling it
rhythmically as she started to pinch her nipple. The hints of pain, at two
different parts of her body was doing delicious things to her lower body.  She
could feel the coiling of pleasure already and squeezed her thighs together.
 Dipping forward slightly and tightening her thighs in rhythm to the music, she
could feel the pressure already beginning.

Licking her lips, Betty turned around and opened her eyes.  Yeah. She was going
to fuck herself on FP’s bed.  She could leave it smelling tantalizingly of what
he’d missed while on whatever, adventure, he was on.   Grinning wickedly to
herself, she stalked down the hallway one hand unbuttoning her denim shorts on
her way.  

Reaching out with one hand, she opened the door while throwing her phone onto
the bed.  Quickly kicking her shorts off, she pulled off her cropped t-shirt
and hung it over the top of the door.  The shorts wouldn’t wrinkle much but the
shirt definitely would.  She’d worn a semi-sheer one with a solid white bar
across her breasts only, to minimally hide the fact that she was bra-less.  Too
bad, she thought.  She would’ve loved to drive him crazy with that shit.

Kneeling down onto the bed, she pushed together the comforter and pillows so
she’d have an extra plush cushion to prop herself up on.  With the bed
basically on the floor, every extra inch of cushion was enviable.  Laying down,
she stroked one leg up the other, and back down again.  Wishing she had her
body lotion to oil them up with, she increased the friction and roughly kneaded
her breasts.  Biting her bottom lip, she pumped her hips up and down, imagining
that she was sitting on FP’s lap again, feeling the rough denim pressed against
her soft lips.  Feeling herself soak the material under her and he’d pull her
down against him.

Imagining his fingers gliding over her body, she massaged her way past her rib
cage, fingering the bite mark he’d left under her left breast.  Stroking down
her stomach, she suddenly gripped the places where he’d held her the night
before.  Gasping at the pain, she sipped two fingers into herself as she
imagined the way he’d be looking at her.  The molten desire in his eyes every
time she moaned was something she craved.  He looked at her like she was the
only thing in the world at that moment, and it made everything just that little
bit more intense.

Bringing her fingers back up to her lips, she sucked them in, biting and
licking them clean.  Growing even more aroused with the taste of herself on her
lips, she brought her hand back down and stroked her outer lips.  Bring her
wetness over every part of her, she made sure to skim her nail across herself
every once in awhile.  The sharpness of feeling was something she craved.  It
almost felt like FP’s stubble rubbing against her down there.  She could feel
the heat growing as she pushed back against her hand.  Thrusting again into
herself, she brought her other hand up to pull the back of her hair again.  

Unconsciously holding her breath, she pumped into herself harder.  Bringing her
fingers up to play with her clit, she pushed back her hood with one finger and
flicked against it with another.  Gasping for breathe now, she alternated as
she thought of the way his pelvis crushing into hers felt.  How the impact
always drove the pleasure higher with each hit.  How everything from her ass to
her clit would practically vibrate from the attention.

Moaning and gasping in between holding her breathe, Betty wanted to cum.  She
was almost there, she just needed a little more. She needed something harsher,
something to push her over the edge.  Bringing her hand down to her neck, she
pressed in, more effectively cutting off her oxygen.   Playing exclusively with
her clit now, Betty brought her legs up and bent the knees; opening them wide
to her sides.   Harshly punishing her clit now and choking herself, trying to
hurdle off that ledge into the pleasure she could feel just out of reach.

Just as she had to relax her hand, she opened her eyes and met FP’s in the
doorway.  In a split second, her body was too hot and bothered to be
embarrassed.  She needed to cum, and she needed it now.  Looking at him
expectantly, she took in his appearance.  He definitely looked like he’d been
in a serious fight.  There was a cut above his eyebrow that was still bleeding
a little bit.  His hands looked, well, awful really.  His face would have said
'fuck life' if those eyes hadn’t been so full of I''m going to fuck you.'

She decided she’d tend to him in a few, but right now, she needed him. In her.
 

Repossessing her breasts; Betty rose kneeling, and bit her lip softly.

“Are you going to join me For?  Or do you just want to enjoy the show?” lifting
her eyebrow and cocking her head to the side, she stroked her bottom lip with
her tongue where she’d just bitten it.  

Eyes crawling over every inch of exposed skin, taking in her mussed hair and
mid-fuck eyes, FP smirked and ran a hand up his face and through his hair.
 “Let me wash my hands-” he started but Betty broke in, “You don’t need to use
your hands.  I’ve already done most of the work, just let me.”  

His eyes a little taken aback, then narrowing, he ground out, “You’re planning
to bounce around on top of me, and I can’t touch you?  Where’s the fun Betts?”
Leaning over the bed, forcing her to lean back, he licked from her collarbone
to the back of her ear.  “You know I like to play with my toys.” he whispered
in her ear humidly, before leaning back out and looking at her through half-
lidded eyes.

Shivering in anticipation, goosebumps breaking out over her skin, Betty made
her way slowly to the edge of the bed.  Gauging his reaction, she slowly
reached for his belt and gently unbuckled it.  Sinking lower on her knees, she
looked up through her lashed at him with the big doe eyes she knew he couldn’t
resist.  Biting her lip as she freed him from his boxers, she stroked him
towards her face, once, twice quickly. 

Thinking about something he'd barely mentioned another night, she decided to
run with it. Turning her face up towards him while thoroughly wetting her lips
she teased him with a “Please Daddy? Don’t I deserve a treat?”

FP’s eyes darkened to black at that, unconsciously thrusting closer to her
face.  He reached down and wound her hair into a rope in his fist. Hearing his
unbridled moan cut the air, she took that as a green light and blew on him
lightly.  Seeing his dick twitch from the attention, she grinned to herself.
 She knew how to torture him just the littlest bit more. Leaning in and
sloppily kissing the head of his cock, she made sure to leave a little trail of
saliva from him to her mouth as she pulled pulled back and looked back up.  His
mouth was open, his eyes closed as his head was tilting back.

“After all, I’ve been a good girl, haven’t I Daddy?” Betty lilted out in a soft
voice looking up at him.  FP nearly growled and he gasped her name, looking
down at her, his eyes blown wide. His hand in her hair pulled tighter and
pushed her down onto his cock again.  Guiding his dick with one hand into her
mouth, he stroked where her mouth met his dick.  Feeling her soft jaw working
over him, he ground out another moan and held her there, one hand on her face,
one in her hair.

“Show me how good you’ve been Baby Girl.”  He demanded in a strained voice.
“Show me you deserve a treat.”

Fully committed now, Betty was massaging his hips with her hands, pressing her
thumbs into the deep cuts in his pelvic v. Pulling him towards her in thrusts,
she kept her mouth as wet as possible.  She licked the underside of his cock,
each time it entered her mouth. Angling him to hit the upper back of her
throat, she tried to create as much friction against his head as possible.

Feeling the twitching, hot cock in her mouth start to taste like precum, she
back off.  Leaving trails of saliva again from him attached to her mouth.  She
ground her nails into FP’s ass and forced him to look down and see her sloppy
mouth.

“Did I do a good job?” She asked in a soft, husky voice. “Did it feel good
inside my mouth Daddy?”

FP shuddered at her words and pulled her up against him.  Crushing his mouth
against hers, he forced her to submit to his passion, letting him lead the
kiss.  His tongue stroked the inside of her mouth, where his cock was just
moments ago.  Groaning against her lips, he turned and started licking the side
of her neck.  Sucking parts into his mouth, he bit in the hollow of  it,
leaving an angry, sensitive red welt.  

“Daddy is going to let you have all the fucking treats you want Baby Girl.
 You’re fucking amazing. Fucking precious.” he muttered against her neck and he
continued his harsh trail to the other side,

Still wet, and now nearly painful in her need to cum again, Betty gripped his
shirt and pulled FP down onto the bed.  “Fuck me FP.  Please. Please Daddy,
fuck me. Fuck me hard. “ She begged and she tried to push up his shirt at the
same time she tried to kick his jeans the rest of the way off.

Pulling away from her, FP looked down and said “It’s going to be quick, my dick
might be the only part of me clean enough to touch you right now Betts.”

“I don’t care For, I was in here touching myself, imagining you.  I just want
to feel you inside me.” Betty told him as she finally wrestled his shirt up far
enough that he had to either adopt the ascot style, or remove it.  Scooching
down farther on the bed, she used her thighs to grip FP into position between
her legs.  Reaching down, she grabbed him again in her hand, giving him a few
quick strokes, she guided him to her entrance and looked up, waiting until he
looked up from where they would be joined to her face.  Upon eye contact she
thrust up the bit she could, and after a second he finished, burying himself as
deep in her as he could fit.

Both of them groaning at the feeling, Betty pushed up on his shoulders and
leaned into his chest.  Tonguing his nipple herself, she begged him to move,
and he obliged. Sweetly, torturously, at first, he thrust slowly and deeply
into her.  Fully seating himself, before pulling himself all the way out, he
watched the sensations flicker across her face each time he pushed into her.
 Waiting until Betty was mewling against his chest, trying to thrust up harder
against his hips, FP controlled himself.

When she reached back and, like a goddamn snake, bit into his pectoral muscle
harshly, he roared and started fucking through her into the mattress.  Each
thrust bucking into her and up, harder and faster, he heard her start to chant
his name against his chest, hands making their way up to his head.  When they
were on each side of his face, she pulled him down and kissed him. Moaning,
whispering and sometimes yelling, she pushed all of it into his mouth as she
turned him down into her.  

Feeling warmth starting to slide down his face, he figured the cut above his
eye had reopened.  Trying to pull back, FP pulled back on the strength of his
thrusts, and instead whipped himself faster and faster into her.  Betty
wouldn’t let him pull back however and instead glared at him for daring to pull
back.  Stretching herself as far as possible, she whispered a query into his
ear that had him stuttering his thrusts abruptly.  

“Can I taste it Daddy.... please?” in a low, sweet voice he nearly thought he’d
imagined.  As he looked down at her, a few drops spilt onto her breasts and she
gasped at their heat.  

Moaning at the sight of the bright scarlet now decorating Betty’s pale breasts,
FP tucked his head into her neck and groaned.  “You look so fucking hot Betts
I’m not going to last much longer Baby Girl.”

Tonguing his ear, Betty nuzzled into the side of his face.  Pushing his head up
with one hand ,she could feel herself growing closer as well.  She wanted to
taste him before she came though.  She wanted to kiss FP as they both came, but
she wanted to taste that most intimate part of him first.  “Hold on just a
little longer For, let me have my treat first, please Daddy.”  Her voice made
him groan in hot frustration, but he nodded into her neck before pulling back a
bit.

Betty turned her head up, watching the scarlet liquid bursting through the
surface at the exertion of FP’s thrusts. Each time he thrust up into her, more
would force itself free.  It was tracking a line down over his eye, down across
his own lips.  Perfect,beautifulshe thought.   Softly licking the wound, she
applied a bit more pressure and kissed it.  Rolling the hot copper over and
under her tongue, she heard FP yell-moan against her throat as she played with
it.  

Knowing the pain would likely make him cum, she gave the cut one last harsh
kiss, before kissing her way down his face.

Capturing his lips with her own, she rolled their mouths together, painting
their lips with red.  Tasting himself in her mouth, FP reached down and pulled
on of her legs up and onto his shoulder.  At this new angle, Betty was yelling
with each thrust.  Calling out her pleasure into the air, loudly begging FP for
more, for ‘Daddy’ to make her cum.

Reaching down between them, FP hoped he could stave off his own orgasm long
enough to make sure Betty came first.  Stroking her clit, he leaned into her
leg on her should, kissing the inner leg parts he could reach.  Biting and
sucking marks into her leg, fingers grasping in her wetness, Betty fell apart
under his hands yelling his name.  “Forsythe, FUCK, yes, fuck right there, yes,
UNGH cum Daddy. Cum with me.” those green eyes pierced into his own as he
watched her make demands even as she came.

A few more thrusts into her and FP was undone when she leaned back up into him,
forcing his head down so she could nibble on his earlobe.  “Cum inside me
Daddy, I’ve been so good.”














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