[Story status- Completed]
"You have always been the joker of this gamble of lives my dear, and now is the time to use our Ace."
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To the world, she is an angel fallen from hell, but for him, she is a doll made of glass, and he is scared that...
Rite of passage, classic havoc Match in the gas tank, ooh, that's wretched Unstoppable, legendary animal -Sam Tinnesz
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C A D E
To me, Athalia is like a doll made of glass, and I'm afraid that my slightest move would break her.
I'm afraid that my wild self would make her cry.
"Are we doing it tonight?" She murmured between the kiss. I pushed her down on the mattress without leaving her lips. She closed her eyes and let my tongue explore every corner of her mouth.
Her legs wrapped around my torso; I put a small peck before going down to her collarbone, and then I grabbed her jaw. Gently.
"How do you want me to fuck you?" I whispered biting her left earlobe. She threw her head back seductively.
"Like your fucktoy"
Arousing sensations rushed down my bones; it was as if someone were granting me the key to heaven. I was grinning like a teenage boy.
I raised the dress up to her breast level, revealing her lower body, and slid my hands down between her hips and panties. Placing a kiss on her thighs, I gripped both sides of her waistband and slid them off her.
I moved my finger back and forth, and suddenly, my mouth was between her legs. I rolled my tongue, forcing her to gasp my name.
She took the support of pillows and responded to my every touch with a moan.
I backed off and pulled her by her legs, our tongues once again engaged in a passionate and wet dance.
Her hand traveled up, unbuttoning my shirt, while I undid her cute little dress. I admired her naked body for the last time,Fuck! I could worship it every night.
Athalia tried to cover her body, but I pinned both her hands above her head and kicked off my pants, relishing the priceless expression on her face.
She gulped hard, "Please don't go harsh" she pleadded and my eyes soften as I whispered "Ne t'inquiète pas chérie"
Her expression turned scared as I was about to thrust in. "Athalia," I kissed her cheek and asked, "What's the problem?"
"It might hurt, I might bleed," she said, looking at the sheets and then at me. My left hand cupped her cheek, "Just look at me when it starts to pain." and I thrust it inside slowly.
