you can't remember when he started all of this, once again. but something you can perfectly remember is how he whined about how tough is day was, and how badly he needed to relax. this wasn't about reading a good book or getting a well deserved massage, spending some time with you in his arms or having a good meal — you knew what he wanted, and you gave it to him without a second thought.
as soon as your shirt hit the wooden floor, erwin fell on his knees, hungrily kissing your stomach, hands wandering over your bare breast. all it took for you was to slightly lean forward for him to have a full access to the part of your body he worshipped the most, sucking and nipping at your nipples, bruising them with hundreds of love bites. but as expected from him, he needed more, lifting you up effortlessly as he sat down on the nearest chair and placing you on his lap, back against his chest.
'erwin, be gentle—' you breathe, hands gripping his forearm as you rest the back of your head against his shoulder, half lided eyes and parted lips. calloused fingers pinch your hardened buds, pulling at them until you're crying under his touch, body squirming and back arching into him in an hopeless attempt to ease the stinging pain growing in your breasts. but all you'd earn are a few bruising slaps on the abused skin, making you whimper and seal your lips.
'can't you feel how hard i am because of you ?' he whispers in your ear, teeth sinking in the shell of it as he ruts his hard cock against your ass. blood rises to your cheeks and shivers run down your spine — but in the position you are in, there isn't much you can do, and erwin perfectly knows that. 'if you want my cock, be a good puppy and let daddy play with your pretty tits. how does that sound ?' he adds, drawing tight circles on your nipples, pupils blown wide and jaw slacked.
'yes, daddy,' obedient little creature you are, for his greatest pleasure. a messy kiss is planted against your temple, followed by an other slap on your heaving chest. ocean eyes locked on your breast, you could hear him growl right behind you, fingers aggressively massaging the skin, leaving thousands of little half moons in the process. you drive him crazy — a curse he's willing to be under for his entire life.
