Milk the Milkman

Day 10

"Francis omg," I look him up and down and cover my mouth, "you fucking maniac, how did you get in here?" 
"Darling, I'm going to make you p-"
And without a second thought I grabbed him by the collar and pulled him in closer, just enough for our mouths to be inches away from each other; I looked him in the eyes, his sweet supple eyes looking back at me, despite his eyes being pitch black I could still see the desire in it, how much he secretly missed me; His soft breath against my lips, slowly syncing to mine, despite there being barley any skin-ship. 
His eyes glanced down. his breath thickened, it was heavier. Closing the distant he eagerly crashed our lips together, urgent, with hunger and desire; I felt his hand slowly reaching down my hip towards my leg; eagerly he grabbed my leg and pulled it up towards his hip, I felt embarrassed but I loved how rough he was with me. I pulled us apart, my hand on his chin to look at him properly, his breath, my breath, unsteady but ravenous.  
Without any words we had silently agreed what would happen next, stepping inside slowly he closed the door behind himself, I've never realised how much he toward over me, I guess the glass was restraining the trust beauty on what we could've been. 

"Darling what do you truly want?" He looked at me hungry with lust, restraining himself from another kiss. 
"You wanna know what I truly want?" I slowly move us towards the bed, my eyes wandering his body, everywhere besides his eyes. "I want us together, fucking hot and messy," I pause and hear him breathing even heavier than before, "I want both of us fucking mixed our imperfections creating the most fucking rancid sex ever," I look at him dead in the eye. 
"Is that what you truly want?" 
I nod, and without a second thought, his head dives towards my neck, I feel his tongue come into contact with my neck, every single flick making me tremble and want to beg for more. 
"Do you like that love?" I can't speak, I don't want to speak, all I can do is make sounds that either sound like a yes or no. "I'll take that as a yes." 
He bites me hard on the neck, I can't tell if its blood or saliva dripping down my neck, but I don't think I could care; I grab him by the hair and pull him up, I see him like his lips. 
"It hurts," I struggle to say. 
Not a word from him. He pushes me and pins me to the bed, harshly he lifts my legs up so it fits perfectly onto his hips; he slowly unbuttons my top, covering my face, flustered in anticipation on what might happen next, I wait as he struggles; finally once my chest is exposed he leans towards me. 
"What are you doing Francis?" 
Still not a word from him, I'm beginning to think that his only mission is to turn me on as much as he can. 
His tongue wraps around one of my nipples while he uses another hand to twist the other, as for the other hand it reaches down to his belt; the more this continues the more faster and brutal he becomes, he's no better than a baby begging a mother for milk. 
"Francis~" I groan, I feel his teeth bite my nipple at the word, maybe even a bit of a wince from him. 
Moving away from my chest he starts kissing me, slowly edging lower and lower until he reaches my pants that loosely fit my hip; swiftly he grabs my pants and pulls it off; I feel his teeth grab onto the band of my underwear, I tremble but he takes it off impatiently. 
"My darling," he looks up, "I've never told you this, but you're so fucking beautiful, no amount of money could buy you," I feel his tongue enter, I whimper, "you're an artwork, every single brush stroke you hold, means so much." 
"Francis stop it," I moan. 
"Not even the finest artist could describe and unravel what you truly mean," the flicks of his tongue slowly becoming more hurried, "if I could I would want to make another artwork with you." 
I pull his head up, "why don't you, my love~" 
On his knees know, his belt already undone, he unzips his pants, a bulge being prominent, he pulls down his undergarments. 
"Can you take it?"