"yeah. take my fucking cock, whore."
i dug my fingernails into em's back, dragging them across his pale skin and leaving an abundance of red scratch marks. to say that he was being rough would be an understatement. then again, that was exactly what i wanted.
let's just say i wasn't the only one that knew how to use my hips.
the bed within one of nine bedrooms in his "kmart mansion" struck the wall so forcefully i thought we'd puncture a hole through it. narcissistic as it was, i think he was getting himself more and more excited just by talking.
"you like how i fuck you, huh?" he demanded. i could do little else but moan in response.
"tell me you fuckin' love it," he insisted.
shakily, i brought my lips to his ear and whispered.
"i love the way you fuck me."
i knew that he'd been close for a few minutes, but it still made me smitten that my remark was enough to push him over the edge. he convulsed, letting out a groan loud enough for his neighbors to hear as he came inside me. i'd let him know i was on the pill.
it didn't take long for me to finish after him.
he simply collapsed beside me, seemingly falling asleep within moments.
was it creepy that i watched him?
his chest slowly rose and fell, and he looked extremely peaceful. my eyes trailed along his tattooed arms, eventually reaching a detailed portrait of his daughter. i'd forgotten that he was a father - and could you really blame me?
i smirked when i noticed his "rot in pieces" tat. its placement turned me on to no end, and i found it hilarious that he'd gotten such a bitter display to commemorate his ex-wife.
looks like something i would do.
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same song and dance.
Фанфик❝ i heard 'em say exact opposites attract. if that's a fact it'll take task force to get you back. ❞ -- she's a professional. but when he won't take no for an answer, the line between business and pleasure is blurred.
