STARTED JAN 2023--
MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT. Viewer Discretion is advised.
Priscilla Pearl Wolfe is a Pornstar.
Halen Elle used to be.
That is until the apathetically charming jackass with a back pocket full of guitar picks and skittles moves...
"I didn't know love could be so cruel..." ♪ I'm Sorry • Brenda Lee
SWEET SECRET
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"Enjoying your breakfast?"
Halen's only reasonable response is to slurp up the green Skittles he lined up in a row on my stomach like a vacuum. Pop, they go into his mouth, and he nods like a happy kid. I toss my head back onto my pillow laughing at his chipmunk full cheeks and thread my fingers through his messy morning hair, scratching at his scalp, "Have fun chewing for five minutes!"
"Mm, worth it," Struggling to contain the juicy sugar, he army-crawls up from laying low between my legs and peppers kisses to my cheek that smell like black coffee and tart fruit.
"Oh Halen, you're gonna get me all s-sticky," Snorts pile through my giggles. I wrap my arms around his shoulders nevertheless and let him roll us onto our sides. The blankets bunch and pool at our ankles, and my stomach hurts with how hard I wheeze when I hear the crinkle of his candy bag somewhere beneath us.
Halen laughs breathily through his nose, swallowing, and then lets his face drop dead serious, "You did not hear that."
I pry the wrapper up from under my thigh, "I did more than hear it and-" I gasp, "This is from last night, isn't it? You had a midnight snack after I told you to brush your teeth! I knew it! You-mmph!" He muffles my accusations by smashing our lips together and snatching the wrapper to chuck it somewhere in the room.
"No, no! You can't destroy evidence! You're getting an intervention, this is an addiction, Halen," I squirm to get away.
"The only thing that I am addicted to are these lips, Scilla. And I think that I need another fix." He snatches me away from the edge of the bed where I peer my head over to look and buries me under his body. He cradles my head in his impressive biceps with no escape and tenderly melts my eyes shut with his lips. I give up without a thought and run my nails down his back and around his waist.
Shimmying my legs apart to slide between them, he molds himself to me, caressing and stroking my neck, up to my cheeks, and around through my hair. Again, I become malleable, this manipulatable mess of goo. Unapologetically, his. I love how big he feels over me, how safe and protected I am. It's so cozy, and I'd spent the rest of the day right here suffocating if I could.
Halen slowly props himself up on one arm, dragging the blanket up over us. He breaks our kiss to lift his hips and position his growing hardness flat against my core, "No intervention. I am spending the rest of the morning making love to you. There's lube in the bedside table, grab it, Scilly. Need you nice and wet."
I swing my arm out toward the drawer at the same time that he teases his head against my entrance, but a hard surge of aching pain takes me by surprise and I hiss, digging my nails into his forearm, "Ah - oh f-fuck, stop. That hurts, that hurts-"
