Infatuated || Lil Meech

Infatuated || Lil Meech

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"i wish i never saved you" marsai said as tears dropped from her eyes making meech's heart shatter into pieces, he walked up to her wiping her tears away gently before laying his forehead onto hers. "i wish you didn't neither" he said kissing her softly with her immediately falling into it like she always did, she couldn't help it, he couldn't help it. she was his drug, he was her addiction, they craved one another. it was more than love, more than an obsession, they were infatuated.
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He strokes himself with his eyes closed, and there he is-laid out in front of him, thighs parted, skin slick with desire. He imagines his hand sliding up that throat, feeling the shiver rise under his palm before tightening just enough to draw a gasp. His mouth would follow-hungry-down that taut chest, licking, biting, until a rough moan spills out. He knows how that body would respond: the way the hips would lift, aching for more, when his tongue moves lower, so much lower, tasting that salty, trembling skin. And those eyes... those π’‡π’–π’„π’Œπ’Šπ’π’ˆ eyes drowning in pleasure, staring back at him with that kind of yielding that would drag a growl from his chest. He sinks deeper into it-deeper into the vision-imagining his fingers there, buried to the knuckles, while the other writhes beneath him, lips swollen from begging too long.

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