run me, masters

Larissa x Morticia x Reader

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They were always going to have you on your knees...

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"On your knees." She demands as she rips the blanket off of me. I pull my shirt over my knees and stare up at her confused. She looks down and begins to take off her rings until her eyes snap back in my direction because im not moving.

She sighs. "Y/n, do you want to fuck me?" The question sounds surreal, but I can't bring myself to answer or look at her because of my nerves. "Look at me." She hisses and I look up at her.

"Good girl." She purrs and my breathing pattern becomes more erratic. "Now watch your headmistress strip for you."

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"I'm gonna have you crying, writhing beneath me as I work your body to its limit." I can feel myself getting wet.

"You made me lose. I lost to her because of you." She snarls and a second later her kisses become rougher. "Who on earth are you talking about?" I manage to ask and she chuckles.

I groan as her hand has found it's way into my shorts and cups my sex firmly. "The one who couldn't keep her hands off of what's mine. The one you couldn't keep your slutty legs closed to." I realise who she's talking about and I turn red.

"You're a sore loser."

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