GREAT AROUSALS (THARNTYPE ONE-SHOTS 18+)

~NEED IT ROUGH~

We were in a long-distance relationship but that was not the problem. The real trouble lay in telling my boyfriend that I wanted him to do me roughly. He was too gentle with me and I wasn't having that shit anymore. What was worse was that  I couldn't even muster the courage to convey my desire through words. So I decided to provoke him till I unleash the beast in him. Just thinking of him like that, all feral and merciless is beginning to make me hard.

By the way, He owns a chain of resorts on these islands. And Might I tell you this is some really expensive business! Most of the time, just like me he is busy with work that he is so passionate about (but not more than me). I've taken an off this week so that I get to spend some more time with my busybody boyfriend.

I look over him patiently as he professionally goes around with his client that I seem to have seen before, maybe on the tv...or in a magazine, I couldn't care less. Right now all of my scrutinies are reserved for this gorgeous man, who is glancing at me through his peripheral vision. God, he's so fine as he talks, as he walks and as he even breaths. I could never get enough of him. He could just exist and I would be drooling the entire time.

As the meeting appears to terminate I begin to budge more and more on the settee as tharn's spasmodic gazes on me are just getting hotter and hotter. I felt like standing at the edge of the volcano of sex that could burst in no time. I had to take this chance, I wanted to tease tharn till he would have no more.

Tharn attempted a parting handshake with the other man and I stood up from my place and disappeared from his sight. I ran into a field and within a few minutes, I could see him chasing after me.

"Type!" He yelled.

I looked back and savoured the view of him running with a goofy smile on my face. His hair wouldn't unite and we're all over his chiselled face. For his rolled-up sleeves, I could see the veins popping through his arms even from this far, this makes me have Dirty thoughts of the veins I'll get to see somewhere else.  his untucked shirt buttons exposed most of his chest, which seemed bigger than before. Nothing less than a c cup, I'd say. I am dying to cum all over those tiddies. His thighs fought with the fabric of his clean-cut pant to get themselves a place to fit in. What had he been doing in my absence? Wanting to be a bodybuilder or something?

My thoughts gave him time to catch up and I was soon trapped between the gazebo pillar and his buffing arms. He could crush me in them and I guess I wouldn't mind. But I also knew he wouldn't.

"Why are you running baby?" He demanded darkly, his warm pants directly hitting my lips, making me believe my plan was working.

Shit! his voice almost made me cum.

I bit my lips to not moan at the spot. It would be so embarrassing, he hadn't even touched me.  

Perhaps that gesture caught him off guard and I got time to duck and escape from below his arms. I chuckled innocently as I did so. 

Looks like I still hadn't had enough of playing with tharn.

Occasionally glancing back to find a sprinting tharn, I don't know how but I was soon entering his penthouse, excited and willing to be captured this time. I could already feel precum from my long Hardened cock heavily dampening my brief and when tharn was right before me sweating and swearing, I swear to god I orgasmed untouched.

"Fuck Type! just stop already. You've nowhere else to run honey." He said with an unexpected delicacy after all those miles I made him run.

He came towards me and in an undetectable motion, I was pinned to the cloud-like bedding. But what was disappointing were his butterfly touches. So light that I could barely feel them.