It's different

It's different

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, Jan 4, 2019
⚠️This is a mature story ⚠️ There will be triggering scenes, such as: inappropriate language, violence, mature scenes, beating, and sources of rape, talk of abuse, etc. ▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️ "Why are you asking me this? What's it to you?!" I couldn't hold it in anymore he acts caring one minute and the next minute he acts cold hearted and shits me out. "It's everything to me! I- I care deeply for you!" He yells right back as he pushes me up against the wall but not as hard. "W-what are you doing?" I stutter as I watch him massage my breast. "I'm going to show you exactly how much I care. And show you how much it aggravates me to see other men touch what belongs to me." He replied with that husky voice that leaves my panties wet.
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"to the girls who fantasise about being dominated and fucked into oblivion" you know why you're here and you know i will deliver. will contain mature scenes and also i dont want your opinions "Please," you whispered, breathless, barely able to form the word. "Mm." He smirked, pressing a little harder, a little deeper, his fingers slick and effortless as they teased, tormented, coaxed more heat from your trembling body. "That was cute, baby. But I think you can do better than that." He leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of your ear, his voice nothing but dark, molten silk. "Beg me properly." "Beg me like you mean it, baby." "Please," you whisper, and I arch a brow. "Please what?" I murmur, pressing my fingers just barely inside before pulling them back again, smirking when you whimper, when your whole body tenses in frustration. "Please let me have it," you gasp, voice trembling, eyes wide, needy. "Mm." I hum, tilting my head. "Let you have what, baby? My fingers? My mouth? My cock?" I lean in, my lips brushing your jaw, my breath hot against your skin. "Be specific, or I'll make you wait all fucking night." You groan, frustration mixing with desperation, your thighs shaking, your hands gripping at my arms, your body pleading even when your words fail you. "Tell me, baby." My voice drops lower, my fingers moving just enough to tease, to torture. "How do you want me to ruin you?" You exhale shakily, your hands gripping at my arms, nails digging into my skin as you finally break. "I need you," you gasp, eyes pleading, voice raw. "I need your fingers, I need your cock, I need all of you-please." And fuck, baby-that's what I wanted.

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