A continuation of the fantasy involving Chris Pratt. There's more sex and less plot in this chapter, which I think makes a better story. Tell me what you think. All feedback is welcome!
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When Donna awoke the next morning, Chris was gone. She tried not to panic. Did he regret their night together? Maybe it was just casual sex for him, despite what he had said last night. The fog of orgasm might have made him sentimental.
She heard noises in the kitchen and entered the room. Chris was there, looking very sexy in just his boxers. When he saw her, a bright smile lit up his face. "Morning, sunshine," he said, wrapping her in a warm hug. "I missed you." He bent down and gave her a short, but passionate, kiss.
Donna didn't know what to say. She didn't know what she had been expecting, but she was somehow surprised by Chris's warmth and affection. "What are you making?" she asked.
"Scrambled eggs, and some bacon."
"Sounds great," she replied, as she took a seat at the table. She wanted to bring up the conversation from last night, but didn't know where to begin.
Chris noticed that Donna seemed subdued. He tried to push the thoughts out of his mind, but he couldn't help worrying that he had a crossed a line last night. She had seemed into it-hell, that was an understatement-but maybe she regretted things.
After a few minutes of silence, he sat in the chair beside her and gently rested his hand on the back of her head. "Hey there. What's up? Is everything ok?" She saw the concern in his eyes and her stomach did a flip.
"I'm ok," she smiled, but he noticed that the smile did not reach her eyes. "Just tired."
He raised his eyebrows and smiled gently at her. "That's great, but I don't believe you." He stroked her hair gently.
His friendly tone broke her resolve. She might as well talk about it.
"I was just thinking about last night. Do you remember what we talked about afterward?" she asked quietly.
"Of course," he smiled. "That was one hell of an orgasm, but I remember what we talked about. I told you that it was one of the most intense experiences I've ever had. And I want to keep seeing you, even when all this is done."
Chris frowned. "Is that the issue? You feel like you promised too much? It was just one night, and we should move on?" He looked away, feeling foolish. Of course it was just sex for her. Why assume otherwise?
"No, of course not!" Donna exclaimed. "I felt-feel-the same way. I just wanted to make sure it wasn't some sort of post-sex haze."
Chris laughed. "Yes, I was probably in some kind of sex trance, but I meant what I said. I really like you. What gave you that crazy idea?"
"I just wanted to be sure," Donna said, holding his gaze. I've learned the hard way that you can't trust everything a man says, especially after sex. Guys will say things they don't really mean but wish they did."
Chris ran his fingers through her hair. "Well, that's shitty. I don't do that. And you deserve better," he said, as he looked at her intently. "And I'm going to need some names and addresses of these dickwads so I can give them a good talking to. That's no way to treat a woman, especially not one as sweet as you." He frowned, disturbed at the thought that someone had hurt Donna so deeply. She deserved better. He wanted to be better.
Donna laughed. "That's ok, I can take care of myself. Most of this happened a long time ago, when I was less self-assured."
"I can't imagine you not being self-assured. You're feisty. You're direct. You tell it how it is, even if it's something people don't want to hear. I love that about you," he said, burying his fingers in her hair. He had never met anyone like her. Compared to her, most women seemed meek and... boring. He couldn't imagine going back to that.
She laughed again. "That's a nice way to put it. I've also been told I take no prisoners and that I'm way too intense for most people."
"You're not too intense for me," he replied, staring at her deeply. "You're a lot to take, but not more than I can handle. Plus, I like handling you."
He kissed her slowly and deeply, then planted kisses down her neck and arm. She moaned. "Don't stop."
"I don't plan on it," he replied, as he pulled her to her feet. "Breakfast can wait."
He guided her back to his bedroom and slowly stripped off her clothes. She looked slightly embarrassed, but then noticed his cock. His rock hard cock that was straining against his underwear.
"This time, I'm going to take my time and enjoy you," he murmured in her ear. "I love seeing you like this."
His hands travelled down her neck, her shoulders, her arms and rested on her bare ass, which he pulled closer to him. The feel of his hard cock against her body made her moan in surprise. She pulled down his boxers and stared at his impressive member. It looked even bigger in the light of day, thick and engorged, with a perfectly-shaped mushroom tip. He looked at her as she looked at his cock. He loved seeing the desire in her eyes.
She got down on her knees. He moaned as he realized what she was doing. She gripped the base of his cock as she planted little kisses on his head and shaft. He moaned more loudly. His cock twitched in anticipation.
She swirled her tongue around the tip, sucking gently as she looked up at him. He stared back at her, his pupils dilated and his arousal apparent. He moaned again as she let out a deep breath. He put his hands in her hair and managed to resist the urge to push his cock deeper. She was teasing him, and he could hardly stand it.
Then she put her mouth around the tip of his cock and sucked gently at first, then increased her force and speed. She took more and more of his beautiful cock, until she had almost his entire length in her mouth. He groaned as she licked the vein under the head.
And she looked at him the entire time. That was almost the best part, seeing the wanton desire in her eyes. It felt so... intimate. He tried to clear his head. This was just a blowjob. An amazing blowjob, yes. One of the best he'd had, yes. But he didn't need to get carried away.
"Donna," he said hoarsely. "Can I fuck your mouth?"
She pulled away and smiled. She had such a beautiful smile. Especially when it was in such close proximity to his dick. "Of course. Whatever gets you excited."
"Oh, I'm plenty excited," Chris replied in a low voice. "In fact, we're going to have to stop this soon so that I can thoroughly fuck you." She moaned, which made him smile. He loved pleasuring her.
He grabbed the back of her head, still making eye contact, and slowly pushed his cock into her mouth. He did it slowly at first, to make sure it wasn't too much for her. When her eyes started to water, he pulled away and slowed his pace. This was amazing. This was almost as good as fucking her. This was intimate. He could feel his emotions stirring, but decided not to fight them this time.
He pulled his cock out of her mouth. "Get on the bed," he ordered gruffly.
Donna smiled at him. "Yes, sir!" she said as she lay on the bed obediently.
At that, he let out a groan, his eyes full of desire. "What did you say?" he gasped.
"You heard me," she teased.
"What did you say?" he repeated, even more intensely. He looked almost angry.
She smiled. "I said, 'yes sir,'" her voice light and teasing. "You gave me an order, so that seemed like the right response."
"It was," he replied, his voice hoarse and dripping with desire.
"Tell me, Donna. Do you want to be dominated?"
"Yes," she replied breathlessly. "Yes, sir, I do." She looked him deep in the eyes.
"Do you want me to dominate you?"
His eyes were full of animal desire. It was dark and deep and intense, and almost a little scary. He seemed like a different man, as if he were unleashing part of himself. A part he kept hidden.
"Yes, please. Please dominate me, sir."
With that, he quickly sprung on the bed and held her wrists. His cock was against her stomach, and he was gasping for breath.
"Do you want me to hold you down?" he asked, his voice thick and raspy.
"Yes, please."
"Do you want me to tie you up?"
"Yes," she replied breathlessly. "I want you to tie me up and take me."
At this, Chris groaned. It was an animal groan, and Donna felt herself getting even wetter.
He looked around the room for something to tie her with.
"I have a scarf in my bedroom. It's in the closet."
Chris quickly left to retrieve it. It was long, silky, and perfect for the task.
He moved efficiently as he wrapped the scarf around her wrists and on the headboard. As he tied the knots, he checked to make sure they weren't too tight.
It was such a contrast, she thought. He touched her gently and made sure he didn't hurt her. And yet he wanted her tied on the bed, helpless. His for the taking. She moaned at the thought.
He stepped back to admire his handiwork. Donna looked beautiful. The bright blue scarf contrasted with her purple hair. Her skin was pale and smooth. Her nipples were tight and hard. He could smell her arousal. She was practically squirming on the bed.
He caught her looking at him and smiled.
"You look beautiful. I just want to memorize this moment. You are so sexy and I can't wait to fuck you."
"Please fuck me, sir. I need to be fucked hard."
"I'm happy to oblige, ma'am," he said with a grin. He raked his fingers through her hair and kissed her deeply.
