I love him so much, so why... why do I get the urge to eat him....
I don't want to hurt my sweet boy,
Hes 6'4 with brown hair- paired with those ice blue eyes.
His eyes are so icy, so cold. Yet so soft when they reach my figure.
I'm a small girl, 5'4. I often dye my hair purple. And I have cold grey eyes.
We aren't the perfect match. We have our differences.
I'm only 15.
He's 17. But it's only 9 months.
"Sweetie" I hear whispered in my ear.
I move around to face him on the mattress in the living room
"Hm?" I hum starting to play with his curved hair.
He just takes my features in, caressing my hair and face.
It's around 3am and we're both still up.
I think of something to fill the time, keeping in mind my father's in the other room.
I start rubbing on his chest slowly making my hands down his waist and up his shirt
"Someone's needy" he smirks smothering himself further into me.
I continued, rubbing my body onto his.
He stops and listens before hearing my father snoring in the other room; then continues.
"Turn around" he huffed using his hands to also force me around.
We pull my shorts down a bit and he leans into my neck and confirms my desires.
I hum and he maneuvers my legs, entering my wetness from behind.
A little hard at first, but eases his way in
Going at a slow steady pace.
"Come on" I mutter into the sheets
"What?" He asks cocky.
"Fuck me, please" I wimp out bending further forward on my side
"Can you be quiet like a good girl? Hm?"
He snarls
"Yes, daddy" I almost squeal from the painful slow pace.
"Good girl" he growls then places his forearm against my stomach to hold me in place as he started to plunge into me.
I squeeze my eyes shut as I feel him thrust in and out from behind me.
"Yes.." I moan quietly, which only makes him go faster,
Soon I feel my brain becoming fuzzy, my body is as if it's floating. I feel at peace; as he's pounding my poor insides that are definitely bruised from earlier experiences.
I feel him start to pant against curly hair on my neck.
He quickly moves his hand from my stomach to my waist to force himself out quickly, finishing on my ass.
Lying there we catch our breath.
I pull my shorts up ignoring the cum
"Thank you sweetie". I kiss him, then his cheek.
"Goodnight I love you" I mutter before getting up and going to change my shorts and go to the bathroom.
As I go back to bed he climbs down off the couch and cuddles me; supposedly to sleep.
But I stay up thinking.
His skin is so soft, I down wanna hurt him.
His eyes are so pretty, I don't wanna hurt him...
The way his hands feel against me, the way he speaks to me, the way we hide things from everyone- so thrilling but also tiring. I want everyone to know I'm his. I want everyone to know I own him. He's mine.
I own him
I own him
I own him
He belongs to me.
No one can take that away from me. No one.
