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I recognised that look in his eyes. When Niall came off stage, fresh after the concert, glistening in sweat and pumped on adrenaline, I recognised the look of lust in his eyes. He wasn’t thinking. He was acting on his dirty urges. He was wearing a white tank top that hugged his body tightly and a pair of dark grey pants. Niall stormed into the changing room and grabbed me. I barely said anything before he crashed his lips against mine and slammed me against the mirrored, closet doors. Niall’s lips hungrily attacked mine as he held me against the reflective surface, with his hands roaming all over my body as his crotch was already grinding into me. I was moaning into his mouth as his hands squeezed my asscheeks, feeling his tongue toy with mine. I could feel his stubble against my lips as we passionately kissed. He caressed my thigh and lifted it up, holding my leg up so he could feel even closer to me as he continued dry-humping me.
“Fuck, I need this… I need to fuck you, darling.” Niall whispered between kisses while my hands were groping his fuzzy chest through the tank top.
“Mmmm, give it to me, Niall… Do whatever you want to me.” I shuddered as he went and started kissing my neck.
“That’s my good boy.” He said in a soft, singy-songy voice that sent chills through my body. He sank his teeth into my skin, making me whimper and tremble, as he nibbled and chewed on my soft skin - slowly creating a mark that would remain for days. A mark letting everyone know he’s fucked me senseless.
“Oh, Niall… Fuck me… I want it so fucking bad…” I whimpered, still feeling his hard-on rub against mine like he was trying to start a fire.
“Is that right? I think you can beg louder than that, honey.” He whispered into my ear, before giving my ass a harsh, aggressive spank.
“Oh fuck! Please, Niall! Fuck me… Fuck me, I need it! Please!” I begged while he nibbled on my ear.
“That’s more like it.” He said, letting go of my leg. Niall kissed me again and started walking backwards, keeping me close by hooking a finger through the neck-hole of my shirt, until he was leaning against the back of the grey sofa.
“Knees.” Niall commanded, his lips breaking away and his hand already pushing my shoulder down. I eagerly did as he asked and sank to my knees, then looked up at him like I was his horny pet. I watched him unbutton his black pants and helped him pull them down his hairy thighs and calves. Underneath, he had been wearing a pair of black Calvin Kleins that were desperately trying to contain his fat rod. He grabbed me by the hair and shoved my face into his bulge. We both moaned as I got a face full of his musky, sweaty hard-on.
“Unnfffghfuck…” I muttered, inhaling his intoxicating scent as I started licking and sucking on the hard lump.
“Urrrrggghhhh yeaaaah, darling… You make me so hard… Mmmmm…” Niall moaned, watching me worship his manhood through the dark fabric.
“Tastes so good, Niall… You taste so good… Fuck…” I breathed.
“You want it? Yeah, you want it? You wanna taste my cock?” He purred in his buttery, Irish accent.
“Oh yeah, Niall… Please. Give it to me. Let me suck that fat cock.” I pleaded, running my hands up and down his hairy thighs.
“Mmmm, I love it when you beg.” Niall smirked, before pushing the waistband of his sweaty, musky underwear down enough to free his girthy rod. The uncut beast stood proudly over me, immediately filling my nostrils with his manly, natural scent.
“Ohhh fuck…” I muttered, in awe of his throbbing meat. He slapped it against my forehead and cheeks, while I waited for his permission.
“You like that? Yeah, you like being treated like this, boy?” Niall said, enjoying the hungry look in my eyes.
“Fuck yeah, Niall… I love it. I belong on my knees for you.” I nodded, fighting every urge to swallow his inches.
“Go on. You’ve earned it.” He smirked, tapping his precum-oozing tip against my lips. Like a dog earning its bone, I opened my mouth and hungrily started swallowing his inches.
“Awwwwrrrrgh, that’s right, baby. Yeaaah, you love it. You were hungry for my dick, weren’t you? Look at you. Cock-hungry slut, arentcha?” He moaned, rolling his head back. I nodded on his cock as I buried my nose in his damp pubes, inhaling as I choked on his size.
“Fuck yeah… Fuck your throat on my cock, darling… Make it nice and wet…” Niall moaned, fingers entangled in my hair as he gripped it tightly. I bobbed up and down on his pulsing member, slurping the precum oozing out his tip then going back down and making myself choke. Niall’s groans and moans were like music to my ears. I worked his cock, stroking and fondling his balls as I dribbled around his shaft.
“Ohhhharrrrgh, baby… Fuck, your mouth feels so good, honey.” Niall sighed, dreamily, watching me swirl my tongue around his time before burying my nose into his sweat-soaked bush. As I fucked my throat on his cock, my hands travelled up his body, groping his chest through the white and damp tank top. He continued moaning and growling, watching me give him a sloppy blowjob like the audience watched him sing.
“Lick my fucking balls, baby.” Niall growled, pulling his wet cock from my lips. I eagerly obeyed, burying my nose into his sack as I started lapping at the sweaty, heavy balls. He moaned and cussed as I drank up the sweat, alternating between sucking and licking his delicious, hairy nuts like a couple of gobstoppers. Niall took the bottom corners of his white tank top and started peeling it up over his head, finally exposing his hairy, thicc and muscular, moist body. I even travelled down to his taint, scrubbing it with my tongue like it was a sponge.
“Awwwrgh fuck yeah! You dirty little slut… Urrrgh, fuck! Mmm…” Niall moaned, stroking his cock as I serviced my boyfriend. “Get up here.” He soon commanded me.
I started kissing and licking my way up his body, tasting the sweat from his fuzzy, faint abs and belly. Then I buried my face into his chest, slobbering all over his tits and nuzzling my nose through his thick forest of body hair. I took one of his nipples into my mouth and suckled on it, hard, making Niall purr.
“Awwwrrrghhh yeaaah… Fuck, that feels good, baby.” He said, fingers still gripping the back of my hair.
“You taste so good, Niall…” I murmured, swirling my tongue around his nub as my hands reached around and squeezed his furry, fat ass.
“Mmmmm yeah, baby… You lick me. Taste me. I’m all yours, darling.” Niall whispered as I moved onto his second nipple. I sucked on it like I was expecting to taste milk, while my hands were either roaming his sweaty, muscular back or groping his damp cheeks. Then, travelled towards his armpit. He knew what I wanted and put a hand behind his head, flexing his bicep as he gave me easy access to his musky crevice. I buried my face into his hairy, sweat-soaked pits.
“Urrrgh, yeaaaah… You filthy fucking slut. Grrrrrgh, you’re so fucking dirty, aren’t you?” Niall growled as I used my tongue to scrub his tuft of hair clean, breathing in his fumes like I was getting high off them. I went to his other pit, too, and listened to his purring as I drank up his perspiration.
“Fuck, Niall… I fucking worship you. You taste like pure heaven.” I told him, standing up straight so I could look him in the eye.
“You feel like pure heaven.” Niall told me before he hurriedly started stripping me off.
First, it was my shirt. Then my trousers. Then my boxers.
I stood naked before him but for barely a second. Niall led me to the side of the sofa, by the arm of the chair and then manhandled me. He lifted my legs up and around his waist while I was leaning against the arm so fast that I fell back onto the couch. We both chuckled, then Niall spat onto his dick.
“You ready, honey?” Niall asked, placing his tip against my entrance.
“Oh, fuck yeah, Niall. Give it to me.” I nodded, stroking my cock as I looked up at his thick, hairy, deliciously naked body.
“Good boy.” Niall whispered before he started pushing his fat cock forward.
“Unnnrraarrghh… Fuck…” I hissed, feeling his cock stretch out my walls as it went deeper and deeper. He let out a long, low purr as he filled me up inch by inch.
“Ohhhh yeah… Fuck, you feel so good.” He moaned, holding me by the thighs as he went balls-deep inside of me.
“Fuck me, Niall… Fuck me, hard.” I told him, trembling on the sofa. His hips started thrusting back and forth, pushing his girthy meat in and out of me, getting increasingly more aggressive.
“Argh, fuck yeah. I fucking needed this… Mmm… Fucking take it. Awwwh yeah, look at you. Moaning like a slut.” Niall grunted, pushing his shaft in me again and again, grinding against my walls and bashing my prostate. And I was moaning like a slut.
“Fuck me, Niall… Harder… Arrrggnnnnh fuck, it feels so good!” I cried out, feeling his balls slap against me as he ploughed into me. His hips only grew faster, splitting me in half and sending jolts of pure pleasure through my body. His grunts and growls were so primal and instinctual - I could tell that he wasn’t thinking. Just acting on urges and desires.
“Arrgh, fuck! Fuck, I love your sweet ass!” Niall moaned, giving me a spank to emphasise his point.
“Uhargh, fuck! Fuck, you’re so hot! Fuck, your hips are fucking magic! ” I whimpered, arching my back. I was beginning to glisten with as much sweat as Niall. I watched his beautiful, moaning expressions like that was The Show.
“Kiss me, Niall. Kiss me.” I said, staring at his pretty, open mouth.
“Mmmm, yeah? Getting fucked isn’t enough, you need to get tongue-fucked, too?” Niall smirked, knowingly, as he climbed onto the couch. He manoeuvred us as best he could, getting on top of me while my legs wrapped more tightly around his sweaty, thick body. His cock never left my ass. The minute he was close enough, our lips connected. Niall’s thick, juicy ass continued snapping back and forth, fucking me hard and fast as his tongue pushed through my lips. We moaned into each other’s mouths as we fucked in the dressing room like animals. Security and Niall’s crew could probably hear us through the door but neither of us cared. My nails sank into his wide upper back, almost definitely leaving scratch marks. Niall got his revenge though, by nibbling on my bottom lip and making me whimper and whine. I was getting close.
“Fuck, Niall… I'm gonna cum… Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum…” I moaned as he finally released his hold of my bottom lip from his teeth. Our sweaty foreheads pressed together and I looked into his gorgeous, deep blue eyes.
“Oh yeah, cum for me. Do you hear me?” Niall whispered, before leaning in towards my ear. “Cum. Cum all over yourself, you dirty little slut. Fucking cum, darling.” He growled, biting my lobe like an untamed animal. How could anyone hold back after that?
“UrrAAARRRUuuurghGOD! Fuck, Niall! Ohhhh, fuck! SHIT, you’re so hot! Ohhh fuck!” I moaned, spasming and writhing underneath him as the climax shot through my whole body. Load after load blasted from my cock, splattering spunk all over his fuzzy, thick body and onto mine. I was shaking and malfunctioning beneath him, while his cock was still pounding against my prostate.
“Fuck, I’m close too… Urargh fuck… FUCK!” Niall’s teeth sank into my shoulder, biting me as he plunged his cock deep into my ass. I could feel it pulsing inside of me, flooding my hole with huge, thick, gooey loads. I moaned as I felt the warm seed fill me up, and the teeth biting my shoulder, letting out loud grunts and groans as he finally emptied his balls into my ass.
“Urrrrarrrgh fuck yeah! That’s right, darling! Every last drop. Every last fucking drop… Ohhhhh, that’s right. That’s a good little slut, fuck…” He moaned with his deep, Irish, accent that sent chills through my spine.
When Niall finished, he slipped his semi-hard cock from my hole, which was filled with more cream than an eclair. Then he collapsed on top of me. My cum was sandwiched between us as we were both panting away like we ran a marathon. We were both drenched in sweat as we held each other on the couch that didn’t even belong to us.
“I cannot even begin to tell you how much I needed that.” Niall half laughed, breaking the sweet silence.
“I can’t begin to tell you how much I need that at any given moment in a day.” I said, making him giggle and nuzzle into me closer.
“Mmmmm, I love to hear it. You’re so fun.” Niall smiled, dreamily. “A dirty, slutty, fun time.” He said, giving my sore shoulder some kisses.
“And you’re a fucking God when you use those hips.” I blushed.
“Oh, it’s what you deserve, honey.” He said before leaning in and giving me a kiss. A long, passionate, sensual kiss as our naked bodies were entangled on the venue’s couch, feeling absolutely no rush to clean up and get dressed.