Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/13291866. 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 ***** =============================================================================== Chapter 1 : Round One =============================================================================== 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?” =============================================================================== (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. =============================================================================== Chapter 2 : Just a Little Taste =============================================================================== 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.” . Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!