Selfish // Sandor Clegane

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐗

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 and yet I still wait for him. It wouldn't take much until the dog snaps through my door, right? Sandor Clegane is an unpredictable man, but I still hope my plan will work. I let him being carved and desired, no one ever did that to him, the sensation is new and he will want to experience it. I think.

Then, my hope started to slip away. I've been sitting on the edge of the bed, with my legs crossed and an exposed cleavage for hours (I even started begging the Gods at some point).

But, before I decide to barge into his chamber myself again I hear the sound I was looking for-the door's bang. I have won.

He approaches me with quick, angry steps. His armour is off, but even in a tunic he looks the same as intimidating to me. After his eyes linger enough on my cleavage he rises me up by the back of my neck and pulls me in for a kiss, which is followed by other two kisses, each one getting longer and more heated. A hand wonders around my almost naked chest with a hunger that matches the one you can see in his eyes. Chewing on his lip, he brings the hand from my chest around my neck.

The Hound throws me back into the bed. That is the moment I thought he'll leave, but he didn't. The large man crawls on top of me.

"Have you ever done this before, woman?" was the first thing he spoke to me today

"I wanted to try it once with Theon, we were fully convinced that my future husband would be too drunk to realise I was not a maiden on our wedding night" I confess

"and what stopped you?" he asks

"Jon caught us" he barks out a laugh and I hit his chest offended "It is not funny" I say in a sharp tone, feeling the blood rush to my cheeks

"are you fully certain?" he asks for the first and last time

Somehow I knew if he saw another inch of my skin as bare as before he won't be able to restrain himself, even if I wanted it or not. I find myself nodding, not trusting my own voice.

He grunts and starts undressing me. As the dress is pushed of me I rise a hand I remember I had and looked for approval to undress him too. He doesn't give me any reaction so I try my luck. The tunic is removed as quick as my dress and so do his breeches.

The hard member looked big, too big. I have never seen a manhood; I did not know if it was big or average (there is no way that thing is small), but it felt to big to enter me. Who the fuck am I kidding? I couldn't take a finger.

Ignoring my gawking at his cock, Sandor cups my breast with his hand, playing with the hardened nipple. I hear him taking a deep breath before shoving the breast in his mouth, this time continuing to tease me with his tongue just like he did nights before. But this time his hands go lower, touching the slickness.

Kisses trail down towards my aching hole. His head slips between my open legs and uses his mouth to swim through my folds. He takes a pretty long time being nearly chocked by my tights. My cheeks start reddening, while I feel my belly on fire and his tongue strokes harder. I let out a soft whimper and clasped my hands in his hair. He knew damn well my climax came, but it didn't make him stop feasting on my intimate parts. When he decides to finish, he rises and I realize his beard soaked in my juices

I see him taking his hard cock in his hand without saying anything and with slow movements he inserts himself in me. I bit my lip at the new sensation of fullness. I did not know if I felt pain or pleasure more. Sandor restrains his thrusts, trying not to hurt me. His breath is steady and warm and it smells like wine.

My hand touches his (which is resting on my hip), signaling him to stop. So, he did, until my hand rose and my eyes told him to continue.

He goes faster and rougher this time. The pace quickens with every second, as I feel nothing but endless pleasure. My whimpers transform into louder whispers to proper moans, during the man's search for his own orgasm as well.

If father only knew...

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