hes sitting on his bed and youre on the floor infront of him on your knees. the sounds bouncing off the walls of your mouth sliding up and down his length is vulgar and disgusting. your hand is nestled between his legs, rolling his balls in your fist.
"oh- oh my.." he says, throwing his head back and resting his hand on the back of your head.
you look up at him through your lashes. he's red, his chest is heaving, and his mouth is agape.
there is spit running down his cock and your own chin. youre blowing him like its your own personal lifes goal.
"jesus- oh my go- mmph.. god you're good at this." he says, running his hand through your hair.
and then when hes close, he gets loud. hes whimpering and moaning and grabbing big fistfuls of your hair.
and when you take him all the way to the base and swallow around him, hes done.
"o- oh.. oh my god.. oh thank you-thankyouthankyouthankyou." he says as he paints your mouth with his cum.
you swallow everything he gives you, and he expects you to pull off, but you keep going.
"wh-" he starts, but you cut him off by pulling your mouth from him and replacing it with your hand.
"you can give me one more, cant you?"
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the concept of clark kent’s nose tip bumping against your clit when you’re riding his face and he can’t stop moaning against you because of how good you taste and slipping his tongue in your cunt<3
you're lying on your back, legs bent and lifted high. dex stands between them as he lifts them over his shoulders. your knees press against the solid warmth of him as he adjusts your calves draped along his broad frame. he pushes forward into you. slowly dragging his cock inside you inch by inch. the stretch is unreal. he fills you completely, the angle of your legs on his shoulders allowing him to sink deeper than ever before.
every inch makes your body twitch and shake. his hands flex against your thighs where they rest on his chest, thumbs rubbing into the soft skin to ease the pain. a breathy gasp escapes you as he bottoms out. your back arches instinctively off the surface beneath, toes curling at how utterly deep you feel him. dex's chest rises with controlled breaths above yours, muscles taut with restraint even as his cock pulses inside you from sensation.
you look up at him with half-lidded eyes, your mind hazy from being previously overstimulated. dex looks back at you with eyes filled with hunger, his jaw is tight and you can see your own slick dripping from his chin. you can tell he's trying to hold back a grunt, teeth clenched hard as his fingers aggressively dig into your skin. your walls are pulsing tight around him, not letting him go. soon after, dex starts picking up the pace.
you're completely lost in the pleasure, whimpering loud each time he hits that one spot. you hear him groaning above you. you hear the skin slapping harshly in the dark room while the bed creaks. dex watches carefully and intensely the way your chest moves up and down. then his eyes move to your fucked out face - mouth agape, eyes rolled back, fingers wrapped tightly around the sheets. he feels his dick twitching at the sight, he also feels your pussy clenching in response and his head rolls backwards with a loud grunt.
"fuck..."
dex curses himself - holding back on his orgasm. usually he'd last until you were finished but tonight you're especially tight and he's incredibly deep and all he can think about is cumming inside you. your head is hitting the headboard, the room is turning so loud you're starting to feel embarrassed but all you can focus is dex and the way his cock drags in and out of your cunt. he looks mesmerizing from above - broad shoulders that are keeping you steady, large biceps flexing as they hold your legs, face red and scrunched in pleasure.
it takes just a few more hard thrusts for you to finally reach the climax. you feel the sounds of skin slapping getting sloppier and wet. your mouth hangs completely open, eyes shut tight, eyebrows pinch up together - you feel almost dizzy from the orgasm, seeing stars. dex had been waiting for you for such a long time that he follows right after. you feel the warmth spreading all over your body as he comes apart on top of you. strong arms holding him up on the either side of your head for a second before completely collapsing over you breathless, still inside.
clark kent who can't fuck you in doggy because he keeps leaning down to kiss you. just can't help it, he needs to feel your whimpers as he bullies that thick cock deep in your core. he needs to feel you squeal into his lips as his palm presses onto your lower abdomen, where the tip of his cock nudges into that sickly good, gummy spot of your hot, warm walls.
there's a compromise he settles with — pulling you against him as he lays on his side. parting your thighs that much wider with his sheer width, tangled around his limbs as he finds purchase around the soft fat of your skin. that same, dull arousal paralyses you when he realigns his slick, reddened tip back into your entrance.
though you aren't sure if the change in position was for your or his benefit. especially now as clark's stuttered, desperate, needy grunts warm your tongue at every snap of his hips.
ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 (MINORS DNI) CLARK KENT is a needy head pusher!
he’s a gentle man, sure… but after three years of dating the kryptonian, you knew that when he knew you could take anything he gave you… he began to push it.
and in this face? pushing your pretty head down on his cock!
clark’s glasses fell on the bridge of his nose as your mouth continued to work on his cock over and over again; bopping your head up and down, swirling your tongue on his tip as your tongue licked the underside of him, both hands on his thighs.
everything about you was melting the poor reporter from the inside out, his eyes rolled back as he runs a hand through his black hair in need.
“god— god, fuck baby.” he moans, bringing his other hand down to the back of your head, fingers going through your hair.
you moan around clark’s cock, spit decorating his seven inches as you squeeze his balls in your right hand, your left remaining on his thick thigh. “you like that, huh?” you question him as you retract your head for a moment, spitting on his tip and licking it before sealing around him again and sucking harder. “like me sucking you off? like your big dick in my mouth?”
he nods his head faster, whimpering as you suck down on him, knees digging into the mattress. gritting his teeth as pleasure seeps into his veins, he presses on the back of your head and without thinking, he shoves your head down.
your nose gets pressed against his v-line as you get a good smell of his happy trail; not bad.
“gosh— baby, oh gosh— so’so good, fuck… so good.” he can only repeat the same words as your mouth brings him closer and closer to his impending orgasm— you can also tell by the way he twitches in your mouth.
his hand keeps you down there, making you gag ‘round him as he twists his fingers in your hair, pulling you back and just as quickly, he pushes your head back down, making the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat.
“suck- sucking me so good, jesus, baby…” he whispers with praise, sweat beading down his face and the glasses falling to the mattress as his messy black hair falls on his face when he looks down at you, his cheeks flushed. your eyes meet his, oh he’s gorgeous like this. “ngh! ah! g-gonna cum… oh fuckkkkkk.”
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Imagine Sylus being so pussy drunk that he doesn't even process that he's overstimulating the life out of you?
You've already snapped your thighs shut around his head, one hand pushing desperately against his hair as if it will somehow detach him from your poor, throbbing clit.
Your entire body is writhing to get away from him.
But his hands are iron-clad in their grip on your skin. You're not going anywhere, even as you manage to fight through the overwhelming pleasure and twist your upper half. Grabbing at the pillows, the sheets, anything for leverage to pull yourself up the bed.
But, Sylus holds firm, mouth latched on to your slippery cunt. You're nearly begging, trying anything to somehow dislodge your beast of a lover from your cunt.
Imagine somehow being able to get yourself from your back to your hands and knees.
Trying so hard to crawl away on trembling legs but you just can't seem to make them move fast enough.
Not that Sylus is letting you get very far. Large arms encompass your lower half in a bear hug, and his face is smushing itself embarrassingly deep into your sloppy sex.
Succumbing to the fact that you're not escaping him, nor are you escaping his eager mouth. Melting into the pillows, slack jawed and watery eyed as you fully give in to the pleasure he's giving you.
Sylus isn't quite about it either, no, he's a loud eater.
He's moaning and groaning into your cunt, slobbering down your thighs, nuzzling his entire head into the warmth between them.
It was a particularly cold day in the N109 zone. The base’s heating systems seemed to be working overtime, yet they failed to provide the warmth only your walking space heater could, Sylus. But he was away on business, so for now, you resorted to wrapping yourself in as many blankets as possible.
Scrolling through videos under the huge pile of bedding, you buried your face beneath the thick quilts, choosing potential suffocation over the biting chill of the room. Eventually, even you grew bored of staying in one place for half the day.
Dramatically pushing the layers off your body, you were hit with a sudden draft that raised goosebumps all over your skin. The fact that you were only wearing shorts wasn't helping, but the rest of your clothes had ended up in the laundry.
Right as you were about to give up and huddle back into your haven, you spotted something resting on Sylus’s desk chair. Squinting to get a better look, you realized it was his motorcycle jacket.
Mmm, he wouldn’t mind, would he? You thought as you walked over to the desk, wondering if it would even be able to keep you warm enough. You had never borrowed his clothes before, never needing to since you had your own closet prepped here in his base. But today was a special case. As your thumb ran over the heavy fleece lining inside the jacket, you knew you definitely needed it. Plus, knowing him, Sylus would let you take his soul if you wanted to; What was a jacket?
So you went on your merry way, spending the day wrapped in his scent, exploring the new corners of the base you somehow still managed to find after all this time.
By the time Sylus finished his affairs and returned home, you were left bored and twiddling your thumbs on the couch, sprawling across it while playing a video game on your phone. It was evening and the house had settled into a comfortable temperature, but you still couldn't bring yourself to part with the cloud like material of his jacket.
Sylus, looking weary as ever, stepped through the main door, slipping off his shoes and coat. Hearing his entrance, your body jolted up and you rushed over to where he stood. “Sylus! You’re back!”
Glancing up at you, he let his shoulders relax just a little as he took in your entire figure. Realizing what you were wearing, his eyebrow cocked up, his face shifting into immediate amusement. Reaching him, you leaned up and hugged his neck, letting his strong cologne and physical warmth replace the flimsy reassurance the jacket had given you all these hours.
Looking down at you, Sylus seemed to realize a few things. Of course, it had always been obvious that you were much shorter and smaller than him. But seeing his jacket, tailored to him perfectly, now resting on you almost like an oversized cloak... The sleeves easily reached past your hands, leaving your fingertips completely out of sight. The broad shoulder pads drooped almost halfway down your arms, and the hem spanned all the way to your mid-thigh. Yeah, you were engulfed.
A part of him felt strangely territorial at the sight. His lover, in his clothing, showing him exactly how small and fragile you were compared to him.
Noticing he was still staring, you looked down at yourself, remembering your little thievery earlier. “Oh yeah, sorry. It was so cold in here, I hope you don't mind that I borrowed it.”
“Quite the contrary, sweety.”
You were splayed on his bed, entirely naked except for the jacket still draped over your trembling body after Sylus insisted you keep it on. He was a man who usually let you take the lead, letting you use him however you pleased. But today, his restraint seemed to be teetering on snapping entirely.
Two of his fingers were curled up deep in your cunt, more than enough to stuff you fully.
“Just so pliant for me, aren't you, kitten? My fingers are all you can take,” he huffed mockingly, looking at you pathetically squirming and struggling over practically nothing compared to what he could really be giving you.
He worked rhythmically, letting his digits plunge in and out of you with obscene squelches. “I wonder if I'll even fit.” Sylus could basically be talking to himself; you were too far gone with the way he kept prodding and bullying against that one spot, making your eyes roll back into your skull.
“We should check, no?” At your lack of response, Sylus retracted his fingers suddenly, the glisten of your juices dripping down his knuckles as he lapped it all up devotedly.
“Sylus- wha–,” you started to protest, but he cut you off with a hard rub to your clit, effectively silencing you. You let out a desperate whimper, arching off the bed as he delivered the final push into your unraveling.
Too distracted by your orgasm, you didn't notice that Sylus had already pushed off his pants and underwear. You looked up to see his dick spring up against his abdomen, an angry red that looked almost painful. Reaching back to hover over you, he lined himself on top of your stomach– heavy and warm, the tip reaching all the way to your belly button. If it wasn't for the rolling afterwaves of your high, you would've tried to claw away from him at the sight.
Sylus looked down at you, slotted perfectly beneath him, the jacket falling open further with the rise and fall of your chest. Your hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging in as you tried to anchor yourself while his thick cock kept shoving inside you, inch by inch.
You just felt so goddamn full.
Gazing past your chest, you saw he wasn't even halfway done feeding you his length, yet you could already see the faint outline of where his cock rested, peeking through your belly.
“You can do better, sweety. Be good and take everything for me, hm?” He still had that insufferable smirk on his face, thoroughly amused by your plight. This prick. To take your own little revenge, you dug your nails into him deeper and clenched his cock with everything your poor pussy could offer, which earned a sharp hiss from him.
“Stop! No– no more, Sylus- AHH-!” Your breathless words were cut off entirely as he leaned over, placed a palm flat against the growing bulge in your lower tummy, and pressed.
You swore you could see nothing but white. You practically drenched him with how much your cunt squirted. Sylus chuckled darkly, looking down at you like his new little plaything.
“You can give me more of that now, can't you?”
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18+ I just know Sylus is low key mean during sex when he's frustrated. Now, I know that sounds redundant, like of course he'd be mean if he's already in a bad mood. But like, not the mean you're probably imagining.
He's condescending.
He’s holding you down on the bed with his evol so his hands are completely free. He’s purposely spreading you open nice and wide, exposing you almost embarrassingly. Watching you squirm as he blows on your exposed clit.
“Aww, too sensitive? My poor baby.” You want to argue back, you want to squeeze your thighs closed. But something about this feels so good, too good.
“She’s so pretty all spread like this. Just for me.” Your head tilts back, eyes squeezed shut as heat floods your face. He’s studying you too intensely, for some reason it feels more intimate than his mouth being on you.
“Y-you’re so mean…!” But it’s weak, you’re barely able to take yourself seriously as Sylus chuckles. “Oh I know, I’m so mean. Sitting here complimenting your pretty cunt…”
We’re slowly returning to our regularly scheduled program y’all… I miss my man… but I am a hyperfixater at heart so plz bear with me with the Valko content I assure you it should die down once he debuts. Because I really do miss Sylus </3 - Soul
tbh the concept of cockwarming and they’re trying really hard to focus and you ‘lose’ and slide up and down on them once and they just. Cum practically against their own will is fnfnnffjf
A/N: first time writing for Clark, kinda nervous……. won’t be the last though 😛 this was really fun and made me want to write him getting rage baited lol (while in heat maybe……… (WHO SAID THAT….))
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tags: clark kent x afab reader (no y/n), p w mild plot, clark luvs boobies propaganda, p in v, use of x-ray vision, PINCERS…….. (iykyk), finish inside, praise, talks you through it, overstimulation, clark being a cutie patootie
He’d been out all night. Evacuating an apartment building from a fire, preventing a gas leak, helping an old lady cross the road, saving a cat from a tree. And now he had to write an article. About himself.
No matter how hard he tried to pretend he was focused on the task at hand, his eyes kept drifting up to the woman in the kitchen. The scent of brownies wafting through their entire apartment as she pulled them out of the oven.
“Are you done, Clark?” She peers over her shoulder when she catches him looking for the fifth time.
“No.” He grumbles, running a hand over his face.
“You know you don’t have to finish the whole thing tonight, right?” She walks up to where he’s sitting on the couch, hand resting on her hip, “You’ve been up for two days, it’ll probably help your writing too if you give your brain a rest.”
“You know I don’t need to slee–”
He stops abruptly when she raises her brows at him, reminders of his last run of all-nighters flooding back. He’d developed a strange flu that took months to leave his body entirely, which was terrifying for both of them given that his DNA could fight off most everything.
“Let me give it a go for ten more minutes, then I’ll put it away.”
“Fine.” She shrugs, checking the time before settling down next to him with a book.
The ten minutes go by with him huffing and puffing. Typing a sentence before deleting the whole thing in frustration. Pulling up the pictures Jimmy had taken for inspiration before quitting those tabs in abashment. Opening and closing Dictionary.com in hopes for a sudden revelation.
Eventually, he feels her move next to him, shuffling to close the gap between them. She waits a minute before yawning and casually resting her head on his shoulder. His fingers briefly pause over the keyboard before he continues writing another redundant sentence.
He groans pinching the bridge of his nose, unaware of the way her hand moves to rest on his knee. She squeezes it gently in an act of support, but her intentions aren’t as pure. Turning her head slightly to place soft kisses along the curve of his neck, her hand drifts to his thigh.
“It’s hard, huh?” She mumbles innocently, the insinuation sending heat straight to his core.
“Sweetheart…” he starts warily, voice shaky, “What are you doing?”
“Hm?” She smiles against his skin, hand continuing to trail up his leg, “Nothing.”
“Well,” His breath hitches as her fingers near his groin, “This is clearly not ‘nothing’.”
“It’s been ten minutes.”
“Yes, I know, but–”
“Have you made any progress?”
His lips seal shut.
“You can keep working if you really want to,” she murmurs into the crook of his neck, “But if you want me to stop, I need you to tell me.”
A beat passes. His hands are on her in a flurry of motion. Grip firm on her hips as he picks her up, legs wrapping around his waist.
His lips immediately attach to hers, one hand moving to tangle in her hair as he tries to pull her impossibly closer.
“Don’t even think about it,” he pants, “The darn article can wait.”
Blindly walking them to the bedroom, he lays her down carefully, never losing contact. His arms settle on either side of her head, sighing contentedly when her lips part to allow him entrance.
Her hands move to his t-shirt, tugging at the fabric to pull him closer. She whimpers as he drops the slightest amount of body weight on her, hips rolling up to meet his. He groans at the contact, his forehead falling to hers.
The heated look in her eyes calms him somehow. Even after his late nights, other-worldly quirks, and the list of baggage he finds to be at fault within himself – she still wants him.
He closes the gap to kiss her again. This time with more leisure, trying to memorise every crease of her lips.
“Missed you,” he murmurs into the kiss, “So much.”
They’ve seen each other every day, but she doesn’t question or call him out on it. She knows what he means.
Her fingers carefully card through his hair, entangling in the curls. The article, the brownies, any responsibilities long forgotten.
Hands slipping under her dress, he carefully brings it over her head, not wanting to add to the list of clothing she’s lost due to his eagerness. Relief floods his body once she’s bare under him, like it always does.
He immediately leans down to place soft kisses all over her hips and stomach. Looking up at her when his fingers tentatively approach her bra, “May I?”
Before he can process any response, she’s reaching back herself, unclipping it and tossing it haphazardly. He laughs lightly, immediately leaning down to pepper soft kisses all over her chest. “Missed these too,” his voice muffled against her skin.
She gasps when his lips wrap around her nipple, soothing it over with his tongue. He takes his time, his hand gently massaging her other breast before swapping over.
“Clark,” she whines.
“Mm?” He hums passively, entirely enamoured with his current duty.
“Need you.”
He chuckles, switching sides again, “I’m right here.”
“All of you.”
“Oh,” he stills, “Right. Yes.”
Scrambling to his knees, his thumbs hook into her panties to pull them down. He settles between her legs, but before he can level his mouth to her core she gently tugs at his hair.
His brows furrow in confusion as he pulls back, “I thought you–”
She shakes her head, fingers slipping under the waistband of his plaid pyjama pants, “Not necessary.”
He sits back on his calves, the lines deepening on his forehead, “Sweetheart, we can’t just jump right into it.”
They’d finally figured out an ideal routine to get her ready for him, after she realised he’d been holding back in fear of hurting her. And this spontaneity was definitely not a part of that routine.
“We can,” she waves him off, “It’s fine.”
“Uh, no, I don’t think so–”
“I already handled it,” she blurts out.
“Pardon?” His voice hitches up in shock, “What do you mean you ‘already handled it’?”
Her cheeks flare up at having to spell it out for him, muttering out as quickly as possible, “I mean, I took care of myself before you got home so we could… jump right into it.”
His lips part and close as he takes in the new information, the heat in his groin spreading throughout his body. Eyes softening when he studies her face, he leans down to kiss her forehead, “I’m sorry. Needed me and I made you wait so long. Let’s take care of that.”
Within seconds his clothes are off. Throbbing length in his hand as he hovers over her, eyes flicking up to hers.
He’s too shy to ask usually, but after the week he’s had, he needs to see it. Needs to see how well she takes him despite all their inherent differences.
It’s as if she can read his mind as soon as his lips part, speaking up before he can start.
“Whatever you need,” she smiles softly, kissing his arm beside her head.
An exasperated groan leaves his lips at her understanding, at how unafraid she is of his anatomy. Leaning down to catch her lips in a bruising kiss, his fingers carefully brush the nape of her neck as he directs his cock to her entrance.
He pulls back slightly, hesitating briefly before his eyes flash. The unobstructed view of his tip nudging through her tight walls sends him whimpering, head dropping at the intimate sight.
Going entirely still when he hears her heartbeat pick up, he lifts his head to study her face. The discomfort isn’t obvious, but he can read her well enough from the furrow of her brows and the way her grip on his arms tightens.
“Doesn’t feel good?” He murmurs, voice strained as he holds back.
“Oh, no!” She adds quickly when he moves to pull out, “No, it does, I just don’t think I did a very good job of…”
“Couldn’t take care of yourself as well as I do, hm?” He smiles cheekily when she narrows her eyes at him. “That’s okay. We learn from our mistakes,” he nuzzles into the crook of her neck, trailing soft kisses up to her jaw, “And next time you’ll be more patient and wait until I’m home. Yes?”
She nods.
“Words, sweetheart.” He murmurs as he kisses her.
“Yes.”
He smiles against her lips, starting to move again at an agonising pace. She laughs as he peppers kisses all over her face to distract her, not stopping until he feels her core draw him in ever so slightly.
Eyes flashing when he looks down again, his hips stutter when he sees through her – sees how her walls flutter around him every time he pushes deeper. His eyes are locked onto how she coaxes him in languidly, committing the vision to his memory. Her soft sounds of pleasure loosen his control as he inches further into her, pupils blazing when he watches his thick head finally graze her cervix.
“Gosh,” he whispers breathlessly, “Look at us.”
His fingers trace the length of him as it breaches through her, eyes lighting up as he angles himself perfectly to press against her G-spot. She cries out a moan, back arching as she tries to take him impossibly deeper.
“Wish you could see this too,” voice trembling in awe, regardless of how many times she’s let him use his powers during sex. “Taking me so beautifully,” he struggles to tear his eyes away, but he’s rewarded by the look on her face. Lips bitten raw, cheeks flushed, eyes full of adoration.
His fingers gently push down on the bulge of his tip in her belly, “Feel that?”
She nods, clenching around him with a whimper, making him hiss at the pressure.
“Like you were made just for me,” he smiles softly as he leans down to kiss her.
Humming passively in agreement, her nails imprint crescent moons into his biceps as she tries to pace herself with deep breaths. “Just for you, Clark,” she babbles against his lips, mind in a daze, “All of you. Feels so good, so full every time.”
And though he prides himself on his humility, her words rush straight to his ego – and his cock. Length pulsing inside of her, his eyes frantically search hers for consent before it’s too late. She nods eagerly, fingers twisting into his shirt in hopes that it’ll keep him close, “Please. Don’t even think about depriving me of that.”
He lets out a breathless laugh, hands moving to her waist to ground himself, thumbs gently brushing over her skin to mollify the eventual sting inside her. Grunting as the pincers protract, his eyes flash at her wince, catching how they latch onto her walls.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he whines, losing any semblance of control as he watches his cock pump ropes of his release deep inside her.
Lips parting in a weak wail, her legs wrap around him to keep him in place. Feeling him at such a depth sends her tumbling through her own orgasm, eyes squeezing shut as she convulses around him.
“Thank you, love you so much,” he groans breathlessly. Kissing away the tears rolling down her cheeks from the overwhelming pleasure, he whispers against the wet skin, “That’s it, doing so good for me. So, so perfect.”
The pressure doesn’t let up, and neither does he. Grinding deeper and further every time he pumps into her, his hand moves to her chest. His touch is worshipful, fingers carefully plying at the tissue before tracing her nipples. She struggles to formulate any thoughts, his name leaving her lips in desperate pleas for more.
Intent to show her how grateful he is for her generosity, he works her towards another orgasm. He moves slower, harder, his pubic bone abrading her clit at his every maneuver.
“Just a little more,” he pants, his actions relentless, “I know my pretty girl can take it.”
The continuous spurts of his cum and the overstimulation break her in no time, falling back a limp and whimpering mess. His head drops to her chest, entirely spent as she spasms around him.
“Geez,” he murmurs, head spinning from the overwhelming pleasure. “Need to stay like this for a bit, sweetheart. Can I?” He kisses along the curve of her breast as she nods, easing her down from her high. The pincers start to retract once his body recognises his seed has been thoroughly drained into its new home.
As her breathing levels out, he rests his chin on her sternum to look up at her, “‘m sorry. Should’ve given you more time.”
She huffs, fingers carding through his hair, “Quit apologising. I’m exactly where I want to be.”
He hums contentedly, absentmindedly tracing patterns on her flushed skin, “Well, then, thank you for putting up with… all of me.”
Lifting her head to look down at him, she raises her brows, “If this is what ‘putting up’ with you entails, I’m signing on for the rest of my life.”
He grins, his length twitching inside her at the promise.
“If that’s what my girl wants, that’s what she gets.”
i’m sorry but i need to have sex. i need to feel a cock throbbing deep inside me while i ride it desperately or get pounded as hard as possible. i need to clench helplessly around something pulsing inside me and feel it rub against my walls with every thrust until i’m shaking.
