𝖡𝖤𝖳𝖱𝖠𝖸𝖠𝖫 𝖲𝖤𝖱𝖨𝖤𝖲 #1
She pressed the knife deeper to my throat. I could feel the sting and blood beginning to trickle down my neck.
"I gave you a chance to leave and never come back, why didn't you take it?"
I looked into those deep gre...
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ARES RUSSO
She slowly removed my shirt and I worked to remove her dress. She threw the shirt away and slipped out of her dress. She was dressed in black lacy lingerie and I couldn't contain myself. I picked her up and placed haste kisses on her neck. I dropped her on the bed and kissed her body, worshiped the goddess infront of me. I took my pants off and kicked them aside.
She slides off the shoulder straps, slowly. I have no patience so I tear the thin material down the middle and remove it from her body. I rub her softly and kiss on her now exposed breasts. She moaned softly the faster I rubbed. I swallowed her moans with the feverish kisses. She wound her legs around me which opened her up more. I pushed my fingers in and watched as her back lifted off the bed.
I curled them and she seemed to be amazed by it. I stroked faster, letting her feel the haste. She felt warm and I wished to never part with her. She clenched around my fingers and her moans got louder. Her hand reached out to me and she pulled me down into a kiss. My groin stirred as her kiss invaded my mind. I pulled away and shoved my fingers in her mouth. I pull myself out and line up with her.
I slowly sink into her and my eyes clamp shut at how tight she is. I stroke slowly in her, letting her get a little lose. My eyes snap open and I see her massaging her breasts, stimulating the feeling. I give no warning and start thrusting with speed. I throw my head back and groan. She gives a small moan of encouragement and I find my heart get warm with a feeling. All too familiar. He nails drag down my back and the burn with each scratch makes me go faster. She claws down my back, I feel the air go on the open wounds.
My hands go on either side of her face and I'm hovering her and I can tell she's close. A warm sensation settles in my lower stomach.
"Beg." I want her to beg for a release. To beg for bliss wash over her.
"I don't fucking beg." She whimpered. I smirk and thrust harder. She let a moan slip and she grabbed at my face.
"Come on, I know you want to." I grunt while bringing her closer to her euphoria. I feel myself getting closer as I twitch inside her. She clenched, she moaned, she groaned but she did not beg.
I lowered myself to her nipples and slowly massaged my lips and tongue on them. She grabbed the back of my head and pushed me closer. She needs it. I nip on it and she yelps. She won't get it until she begs.
"Those tools are looking a little useful." I taunt and place my hand on her stomach. She needs to let go because that warm feeling is only growing and the need to finish is slowly coming.
"I'd like to see you try." She moans with smile and I give one final thrust before pulling out. The closer I got, the more I could see that these weren't tools.
