Endless Addiction | Completed

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Analia Rayne ||

TW: Rape & Attempt

Our lips connect.

His arms wrap around my legs picking me up.

He pins me against the door with his rock-hard body against mine.

My arms wrap around his neck bringing him in closer. I can taste the alcohol mixture in his mouth with a hint of mint.

He still tastes so good.

His hands cup my ass giving it a nice squeeze. This sends electric waves throughout my body. A moan escapes my lips into our kiss.

He wraps his arm around my waist, walking to the bed.

My back meets a soft cushion causing me to relax.

He stands at the end of the bed just staring at me. His eyes linger all over me. Taking in every flaw and perfection of mine. He licks his lips.

"Damn baby, you're perfect," he leans in kissing me. Our tongues get tangled with one and another's. His lips leave mine trailing down my neck.

Wet kisses are left on my neck and my chest. He tugs on the bottom of my shirt and I nod my head. The shirt goes flying above my head and even more, wet kisses are left on my body. The cold air meets it making my body get chills.

He starts unzipping my pants and I stop him.

He looks up from what he's doing. He's confused.

"You don't want me to?" he asks. He doesn't say it like he's asking though. He's saying it like I committed a crime.

"No, I do. Sorry. Continue," my head leans back on the bed.

I hear the unzipping coming from my pants once again. I gulp hard. My pants slide down and my breath hitches. He leaves kisses on the trim of my underwear. My underwear starts going down as well and I'm left exposed.

"Fuck."

He opens up my legs with his hands, leaving kisses on the inside of my thighs.

Not passionate ones though. Eager ones.

Like as if I'm his prey and he's getting ready to attack me at any second.

The next thing I know, I'm floating. His mouth attacks my clit making me grip onto the bed covers.

His tongue goes up and down making me awake. I can barely keep my eyes open, yet I'm awake more than before.

"You like that?" he asks taking his mouth off. I push his head back down with my foot.

"Keep going-Ah!," I moan.

He keeps going. And going. Not stopping. I'm so close to my climax. My knuckles turn white from the grip I have on the covers.

This isn't our first time doing this but this time feels different. He's different. I don't know if it's the alcohol that's making him this way but he's more into it.