Reassurance 

It was one of those nights when the tanned American was desperate, and there was nothing you could do when his large hands would begin to wander your body. His tan hands groping and embracing every curve and crevasse of your body, leaving no stretch mark unloved or side rolls pinched. With his mouth devouring your plump lips, he began to fumble and unbuckle his belt desperate to relief the restricting clothes from his growing bulge. 

You began to undress yourself, desperate for release of the built up attention from the long day you both spent together. You reached behind your back to unclasp your bra, only to hand his hands stop you. His ruby red eyes staring into your orbs, a silent order demanded from you to which you responded immediately by crawling onto the large bed on your hands and knees. You both being so in sync with each others needs, no words required for the both of you to communicate. 

His large hands groping your rear, kneading it between his fingers to admire the extra plush and softness before his hands began to slide upwards to your chest to cup them. A shiver ran down your spine from the exposed cold air and his huffs of hot breath he was breathing on your neck. He made you grasp the red linen sheets before taking his hardened length to tease your slick folds. Running his tip wet with precum along your desperate hole but not filling you like you wanted.

He began to prod against your clenching entrance, desperate to be filled to the brim with his length. A smirk evident on his face as he heard your whines and pleas for him to finally indulge into your desires. 

Without as much as a warning he grasped your wide hips and sunk himself to the sheath, his finger nails digging crescent shaped marks along your skin. His pace starting out slow, cherishing every feeling you were giving him. The way you were clenching around him tightly while surrounded by your warmth driving him up the wall, only to lose his self control. 

His thrusting becoming needy and full of desperation as he plunged in and out of you, losing himself into red hot lust. His eyes fixated on your body swaying back and forth from the brute force he was thrusting you with, the way your body jiggled and reacted to his strength from pounding you in the back.

"That's right! Take my cock like a good little whore!" he grunted, his vision hazed with lust. He was so caught up in his own satisfaction he did not realize the words he said would impact you in such a way, "Whore.." you repeated in a whimper, your grip on the red sheets tightening to the point of your knuckles turning white.

He shot his trademark smirk by your response, "That's it! You're my whore, you hear me?!" he roared while picking up his pace, a little smug by the fact he was turning on his girlfriend so much by his dirty talk.

"I'm a whore.." you said louder with your eyes glazing over with tears threatening to spill while your body began to tense up. The American seemed to pick up on your strange behavior, "Doll?" he said with worry in his voice. His thrusting halting immediately and pulling out swiftly before moving forward to face you. 

"What's wrong?" he asked, looking at his girlfriends face that was clearly beginning to heat up along with tears prickling out of the corners of your eyes. 

"I'm a whore!" you cried out, your hands immediately covering your reddened face while tears began to fall freely. Your body immediately hiccuping and shaking. "Oh no, baby! You're not a whore" Al reassured while pulling you onto his lab and into his chest into a comforting embrace.

"B-but y-you s-s-said I was-s" you stuttered out above your sobs and shaking body, only causing you to cry more while trying to push away from his chest but his arms keeping an iron grip around your shivering body. 

"Doll? Breathe, you're having a panic attack. I did not mean it." he cooed into your ear, his fingers running through your hair and rubbing your scalp in circles to comfort you. Your shivering calming down, only hiccuping more softly. 

"Just breathe, I'm right here doll." he whispered into your ear, his voice filled with love and kindness.

You both staying in each others arms while letting the storm pass by, your whimpering and hiccups turning only into sniffles. You raising your head to look into his ruby red eyes, a genuine smile on his face. "Am I a whore?" you asked softly, just barely above a whisper. He smiled back softly, "No doll, not at all." he said confidently.

"I'm not a whore?" you asked once again, a tiny feeling inside eating away at you to know if you truly were. He did not miss a heartbeat when he responded, "No, you are not. Not even close, doll." again confidently while rubbing your back soothingly. "We don't have to continue, doll. Only when you are ready." he said, taking the red bed sheet to wrap around your body for comfort. The both of you staying in each others arms, Al whispering sweet words of love into your ear.