Bill Skarsgård • Roman Godfrey Imagines

Special treatment-part 2

Pure filth

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You gulp, trying to figure out if you're daydreaming or hallucinating, because surely he didn't just say what you think he said. "I-I didn't mean to." You sound small and a lot more intimidated than you want to come across as, but you can't help it, because you are absolutely 100% taken aback by his response.

He steps even closer, eyeing you closely and monitoring your facial expressions to tell if you're uncomfortable or not; but you're making it very obvious you're worked up, bottom lip between your teeth as you stare up at the brooding man. "Are you sure about that? Cause I think you're lying." A smirk quirks up at the corners of his pout, his whole demeanor darkening with lust.

It's in this moment that you feel a surge of sudden confidence, the realization that you just turned him on, making you inevitably cocky. You tell yourself that it's now or never, that you can either insinuate this inappropriate situation further, or back away; but you and him both know that backing away is the last thing you really wanna do.

So with that, you reach out, your fingertips sprawling out against his firm sides, the heat of his body through his thin clothing making your palms hot as you pull him closer. He follows suit, letting his body rest your own, your lower back pressed against the cold metal bar attached to the mirror. He's heavy and sturdy, a feeling that makes you more awestruck than you thought.

He feels safe and secure, and judging by the prominent bulge in his pants pressed against your lower abdomen; like he could wreck you in the best way possible. "Maybe I am." You say, batting your eyelashes as he looks down at you with an expression that shows his want and need. His massive hands find your own waist, his eyes still boring into your own as he lets them roam over your soft hips and thighs, your tights so thin it's as if he's touching your bare skin.

"That's pretty naughty, don't you think baby? I'm basically your teacher for the day." He licks his lips hungrily, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. You absentmindedly lean into his touch, his palm cupping your cheek. You've never been so electrified just by someone's presence, every nerve buzzing with excitement and your stomach doing twirls.

"Then do your job and teach me how to stretch." For the first time your eyes are completely serious, all inhibitions disappearing as you look up at the tall, marvelously sculpted man. Your words evidently strike a chord within him, and it's as if in an instant he's leaning down, taking your bottom lip in his warm mouth and beginning to sync his pace with your own.

One of his hands greedily cup your hip, the other moves to the back of your head as his lengthy fingers delve into the strands of your hair. He keeps a soft grip, moving you against him. His strength is very evident in his actions, and you feel completely small and helpless in his strong arms, his heavy body being pushed against you even more so as your mouths move like crashing waves. You already feel pressure building in your lower belly, your pussy throbbing with each swipe of his tongue to the roof of your mouth.

You're taken by surprise when you feel him suddenly dip down, hands cupping the underside of your thighs as he hoists you up; your arms hanging onto the back of his smooth neck for dear life as he props you up on the metal bar used for stretching. His seemingly simple action takes your breath away, and he chuckles at the dumbfounded expression on your face as he moves closer.

"What is it?" The smooth pad of his thumb ghosts over your cheek, leaving the area warm and tingling from his contact. You almost want to lean into his touch again, and melt within the palm of his hand. "I just want you to fuck me, please." You whimper softly, becoming needy and impatient the more slow and tedious he becomes. What is he doing to you?